Plee's Everyday Life on the Way to Becoming a Living Onahole (2)
Five days before I introduced Plee to Lise.
Having felt my life threatened by Plee not once but twice, I had sunk into a long, grim deliberation over what to do with her.
I had considered opening a dungeon chamber with the same conditioning and confinement functions as Lise's, binding her there and breaking her in the same way. With my current grasp of mana control and my shallow understanding of the dungeon, running even one more room was beyond me. If I opened something extra on a half-baked foundation and then failed to hold it steady, and if either of them slipped free in that instant... Plee, maybe. The moment Lise's escape stopped being a possibility and became a fact, the me of right now was guaranteed a gruesome death.
Hmm... so I really do have to kill her.
I was turning the thought of disposing of Plee over in my head when the girl kneeling politely before me, my cock held in her mouth, parted her lips around it.
"Slurp... mmm... kiss... Master, how's Plee's mouth-pussy service?"
She had no idea what I was thinking. She lifted her face, smiled with that bright, innocent brightness, and asked me to grade her devotion. I let a faint smile show and answered.
"Yeah. Not bad. You've gotten a lot better."
"Hehe... thank you, Master... kiss... slurp..."
She beamed at the praise, then bowed her head again, pressed a kiss to my cock, and went right back to serving. Watching her, I thought it through once more.
Yeah. Way too good to kill.
She was already halfway mine, property that had started to turn. Throwing that away felt like a criminal waste. Dealing with Lise and pouring everything into Plee would have been the smarter choice, and I knew it. And yet, ironically, what I actually wanted was to lose neither of them. I wanted both made into perfect possessions, eyes fixed on me and no one else.
Whether that hunger had always been buried in me, or whether it was a possessiveness born only after I crossed into this world, I couldn't say. What I did know was that the thing seated deep in my chest was roaring: anything that had once come into my hands would never be taken from me, and never allowed to break.
Which left me exactly one path.
The root of the problem was entirely mine. Kalzeon had handed me the mana and the dungeon, and I still couldn't use either of them to their full measure. However perfect and powerful a tool may be, in the hands of someone who lacks the skill to wield it, it is nothing but a lump of scrap. The only real answer was to enlarge my own vessel until I could make complete use of everything that old man had left behind.
"Haa... problem is, where the hell did that old bastard stash it..."
"...!"
Wait. Did she just flinch?
It lasted only a heartbeat, but the sentence that slipped out with my sigh made Plee jerk. I caught her by the shoulders, stopped the service, and asked.
"You know something, don't you."
"I-I... I don't know anything. It's just, Master sighed all of a sudden, so..."
Her eyes wouldn't hold still, and she couldn't meet mine. She was a terrible liar. And it occurred to me that the answer I was hunting might be sitting right here in her mouth.
"Oh? That so. Well, if that's all it is."
"........"
The moment I stopped pressing her, the tremor in her eyes began to settle. At the same time she started stealing glances at me, the look of someone who wanted something, and her lips parted.
"Master... t-today..."
I already knew what she was about to ask, so I cut her off.
"Today's a punishment. Get up, lean on the wall, and stick your ass out."
"Y-yes... b-but why... you said just now the mouth-pussy was fine..."
"Are you talking back to me?"
At that cold reply her eyes filled with tears. Her lips trembled as if the unfairness of it were too much to swallow, and her face went red. Then she seemed to decide there was no point, rose, set her back to the wall, and pushed her hips out in a long, obedient line.
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
"......I don't."
"I'm really disappointed in you today, Plee. You said you flinched because I sighed. You put it on me. Since when does a slave get to blame her Master?"
"....."
Even I knew it was nonsense, a charge invented out of nothing. It didn't matter. From here on, Plee's rewards and punishments would depend entirely on how I, her master, chose to take a thing and what I decided it meant. That had to become the manual for the life she was going to live.
As if to prove the point, her face said she couldn't accept a word of it, and yet her ass had drawn even farther back, offered up so I could strike it easily. I lifted my palm. Plee squeezed both eyes shut, bit down, and braced for the pain about to crash over her.
Tok.
The hand that had been falling fast stopped just short of her trembling white ass. The punishment ended in a light tap.
"Still. Today's mouth-pussy service really was good. I could feel how hard you worked at it."
Where she had expected a beating, Master's praise arrived instead, and Plee was left bewildered by a feeling she couldn't name.
"Thank you... Master..."
She was still leaned against the wall, head bowed, when she answered. I stroked the white curve of her ass, and with a lewd little moan a single thread of slick ran down her thigh.
"In heat again without permission?"
"I-I'm sorry... Master's hand just feels too good..."
"...You're dumber than I thought."
Smack.
"Ahn—!"
The sudden pain across her ass tore a broken cry out of her. Then my cold voice and colder face must have come back to her all at once, because she spun around in a panic, dropped naked to the floor in a full prostration, and started begging.
"It's because Plee is a worthless pussy of a female slave. Please forgive this female pussy-slave who cums from Master's touch alone... and please, use my pussy however you want."
Flip her heat properly and she surrendered as a female on the spot. I stepped around behind her where she lay bowed, crouched, and worked my fingers through the inside of her pussy as I spoke.
"Let's see. You haven't done a single thing right, and you've done plenty wrong. Why would I reward you?"
"Haaht... please... Master... nnh... have mercy on your onahole, ugh, hnnn..."
Somewhere along the way her pussy had gone slick and noisy around my fingers, spilling wet, obscene sounds, and she was slowly lifting her ass, begging for my cock instead of my hand. I asked her one more time.
"Plee. You really don't know anything?"
"........"
"Then there's no reward."
She gave me nothing, so I stood without a second's hesitation. Plee reached after me, spilling only shapeless little cries, ahn, ahn, words that weren't words. I ignored her and walked out of the room.
Left alone after Kim Dong-wook was gone, Plee still hadn't undone the posture. She panted, and with her small, small fingers she stabbed at her clit and her pussy, straining toward a climax that would not come.
"Why... why..."
Her pussy had already tasted Kim Dong-wook's monstrous cock. Against that, her own thin fingers couldn't bring her to the edge. They couldn't even stir her. The hunger for release only swelled.
Lust she couldn't spend left her breath short and her mind going white, until at last she started to touch herself while clinging to the memory of the night he had held her.
"Master... Master... nnh..."
The moment she called up that monstrous cock, his hands, his scent, her pussy finally answered. Before she knew it, nothing left her mouth but lewd moans and a sweet, loving cry of his name.
"Master... I love you. I love you. Oooh—!"
She squirted at last, and the lust packed into her skull eased by a degree. What remained, though, was still there, and with it came the understanding all over again: the only person who could satisfy what she wanted was Kim Dong-wook.
The next morning, seated across from Plee over a meal, Kim Dong-wook ate in silence while Plee fidgeted, twisting her toes together in restless knots.
Up through yesterday, whenever Master sat in a chair at mealtimes, or whenever he sat to think, he had without fail called her over and used her mouth-pussy. Today he said nothing at all and only ate, so she watched nothing but his face, terrified she had done something wrong.
"Plee. You really don't know anything?"
"........."
"Right. Of course. I understand."
She kept stealing glances at him, so he asked the same question as yesterday. After a long hesitation, she answered with silence again. At that, Kim Dong-wook rose with a look that said yeah, figures, and Plee's mouth flew open in a rush.
"M-Master, that's..."
He turned as if he had no interest in hearing it.
"Today, do whatever you want. By yourself."
"........"
He said his piece and left. Plee watched him go, then lowered her head, stared at the floor, and swallowed her tears.
Back inside her room, faced with a space and a stretch of time that had gone completely empty, she sat blankly on the bed and sank into a deep quandary.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
She scattered her mana in every direction and, from the waves that returned, drew the dungeon's structure inside her head. On the very first night after her awakening she had already nearly finished mapping it. Even before she awoke she had been able to grasp the layout to a point, but back then there had only been a limited radius and fragmentary, blurred impressions. Now the picture was concrete, and she could see past the hidden rooms as well.
Through that she understood the dungeon was, in truth, the size of a small city. Countless living things slept in its corners, and among the returning waves were catastrophic beings whose mere signature ran a chill up her spine. They were alive in here. Awe and fear of Kalzeon, the man who had subdued them, sealed them, and tamed them, swept through her. And with that came another thought: complete ownership of this dungeon, complete control, must never be given to anyone.
That was why, yesterday, when Master went looking for whatever the old geezer had hidden, the geezer who could only have meant Kalzeon, she had been unable to say a word. Even now, among the waves coming back to her, she could feel a room whose pulse was strange on purpose, a signature that showed itself only to someone who had broken past a certain threshold. If Master's strength grew through that, if his authority over the dungeon deepened with it, could she endure what came after?
She let out a long sigh. Even if Kim Dong-wook came to hate her for it, even if she could never again receive his cock as a reward, she told herself she must not reveal it, not to the very end. That resolve lasted until the next day, when an unexpected variable shattered it completely.