Chapter 60 - The Inhibitor Has Regenerated.
Chapter 60 - The Inhibitor Has Regenerated.
Yang Taegum tore into the freshly delivered fried chicken in the computer room.
Munch munch—
As he savored the intensely flavorful spicy chicken in his mouth, his eyes remained glued to Hana displayed on the monitor through the surveillance camera.
[Uuuuuuuhhhh♥♥♥♥...!!]
Creak creak creak creak creak—
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz—
Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv—
Even after installing that device, he had wondered if there would ever be a reason to use it.
Who knew it would end up being utilized like this?
Yang Taegum shook his head, offering silent condolences to the woman who had brought this fate upon herself.
A device designed to bind a woman like a dog.
Her anus, pussy, clit, nipples, breasts—every inch subjected to relentless, infinite stimulation without a moment's respite.
A pinnacle pleasure-torture machine crafted to thoroughly trample all dignity and humanity, molding her into nothing but a flawless female flesh slave. Even he, the one who had installed it, had hesitated, thinking, This might be a bit much, and left it untouched.
He vaguely recalled the manual containing a chilling warning: Never take your eyes off the subject during operation.
"Tch. Tch."
Well, he was watching, so it should be fine.
As he relished the sweet and spicy flavor, he mentally reviewed the device's components.
First, the two vibrators attached to the rear.
Automated by default, equipped with vibration functions.
They cycled between weak and intense vibrations, thoroughly loosening the insides of her anus and pussy until they were pliant and slick.
Capable of an astonishing high-speed piston motion of up to 10 thrusts per second.
There was even a function to secrete aphrodisiacs from the vibrators during training—though that required pre-loading the contents inside.
'Didn't load any, though.'
He could have, but...
He held back, fearing she might genuinely lose her mind if he did.
Instead, he had applied anal-specific lube to prevent injury.
Judging by the results on-screen, her asshole was frothing white, effortlessly swallowing the anal vibrator with slick, wet sounds.
Tatatatatatatat—
The anal vibrator unleashed machine-gun-like intensity.
A perfect punishment for a woman who truly loved anal penetration, wasn't it?
The vibrator positioned below, meant for her pussy, remained deactivated.
No way he'd let some machine take her virginity.
"Holding up well, huh?"
[Huuuuuuuuuuuhhhhggggg♥♥♥♥♥......!!!!]
Pshhhhhhh—
Hana kept reaching climax after climax, squirting uncontrollably.
At first, she gushed substantial amounts, but as time passed, the volume noticeably decreased.
Now, she only spurted intermittently.
Given the pool of love juice beneath the machine, dehydration was a slight concern...
'Should bring her some water later.'
Even as an ability-user, dehydration was no joke.
She might endure it better than an average person, but that was it.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz—
The official name was...
Probably something like Automatic Clitoral Development Turntable? There was a more precise term, but he couldn't recall.
Didn't matter—it wasn't like he needed to know.
Clatter—
With that thought, Yang Taegum tossed the stripped-clean chicken leg into the bowl.
The turntable's surface was densely studded with pink protrusions.
Made from soft material to avoid injuring her pussy and clit.
So safe that pressing her pussy directly against the rapidly spinning surface posed no issue.
[Haaaaaaaahhhhhhhh♥♥♥♥.........!!!!!!]
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz—
After prolonged restraint and teasing by the rotating protrusions, her pussy and clit were swollen red.
Overstimulated to hypersensitivity, even the slightest touch sent her into orgasm.
With each rotation of the turntable, soaked in her juices, droplets of lubrication splattered everywhere.
Unable to lift her hips due to the restraints around her waist and the anal vibrator buried inside, Hana was utterly defenseless against the overwhelming pleasure of the clit turntable.
Her sanity was rapidly crumbling under the relentless assault.
'Honestly, what woman could stay sane under orgasmic storms hitting every few seconds?'
His throat felt dry.
He reached for a drink but...
"Ah. Didn't bring the cola."
Craving cola at the worst possible time.
Frowning, Yang Taegum realized it was still in the fridge.
Moving was such a pain, but...
Fried chicken without cola? Unthinkable.
Grudgingly, he got up, fetched the cola from the fridge, and grabbed a glass.
Fizzzzzz—
As he poured the cola, the exhilarating carbonation bubbles made him cave and take a swig.
Gulp— gulp—
"Ahhhhhhh...! Cough—"
This time, he tore into a wing while keeping his eyes on the monitor.
Her breasts were free, protruding through the hollowed-out surface to avoid being crushed by the machine.
Now, they were barely visible, trapped in the breast development device.
That thing also had some fancy name, but he couldn't remember.
Only the description came to mind.
An auto-adjusting function detected the restrained woman's breasts and pulled them inward.
It ascended while compressing them until they took on a flattened bun-like shape, stopping at a set height.
Inside, the breast-encompassing surface was studded with dense, soft pink protrusions on a rotating plate, just like the clit turntable.
Once activated, the plate's protrusions began spinning, initiating full-fledged pleasure torture.
At times, it rotated with feather-light teasing, then suddenly intensified to kneading-like force.
It could squeeze her breasts flat or mimic human kneading.
The central area, where her nipples were positioned, had a suction mechanism.
Once drawn into the small hole, her erect nipples were greeted by dozens of tiny rotating protrusions.
Their gentle, tickling caresses were more than enough to drive her sensitive nipples wild.
Once her nipples reached climax, the device wouldn't stop until she was trapped in an endless cycle of nipple orgasms.
"Hmm."
The manual had warned that prolonged exposure to these three pleasure-torture devices could have consequences, so the operator had to regulate carefully.
'Probably for normal people?'
He wasn't sure if that standard applied only to regular humans or included ability-users.
"Phew."
Having polished off the chicken, he pushed the bone-filled bowl aside.
Checking the time since activating the machine...
Delivery had been delayed, taking about an hour.
Including eating time, roughly an hour and a half had passed.
He was debating whether to forgive her at this point when—
Ring ring ring—
"Huh?"
Hana's smartphone, brought upstairs earlier, began ringing.
Answering, the caller ID displayed Miles.
'Now, of all times?'
He hesitated.
If she didn't answer, there was no telling how Miles would react, so letting her take it was the best option.
"Lucky you."
Grumbling, Yang Taegum grabbed the phone and headed downstairs to the Pleasure Room.
...
Hana was drowning in an endless orgasmic hell.
Desperately thrashing, she struggled to swim toward the surface of consciousness.
But the shackles around her ankles dragged her back into the abyss, rendering her struggles futile.
Creak creak creak creak—
Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv—
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz—
"......♥♥♥♥♥"
Too exhausted to even scream.
She had lost count of how many orgasms she'd had.
Her parched, cracked throat couldn't even produce proper sobs.
The anal vibrator pistoning inside her.
The turntable tormenting her pussy and clit.
The countless protrusions kneading her trapped breasts.
Every inch of her body screamed in agonizing climax.
Yet no matter how much she cried and sniffled, her Master never came.
He had said this was punishment for what she'd done.
She knew she was wrong, but wasn't this too cruel? The unfairness made her tears flow endlessly.
"Uuuuuuaaaaaahhhh♥♥♥......!!!!"
Her face was so ruined it was impossible to tell if she was screaming in ecstasy or weeping in sorrow.
Now, it seemed more tilted toward pain and grief.
Just as the torturous orgasms threatened to knock her unconscious, a mind-melting wave of pleasure would yank her back to sharp awareness.
No one, not even the resilient Hana, could endure this vicious cycle.
How much time had passed?
An hour? Two? Master had said he'd return in three, but he hadn't arrived yet—so it couldn't be three.
How much longer did she have to suffer this hell?
On the verge of genuine madness, clinging to the last shreds of her sanity, Hana sensed someone approaching.
Hope sprouted.
As the presence drew nearer, it grew stronger.
Soon, right beside her—
Click—
The high-speed piston of the anal vibrator halted with a pop!, sliding out of her asshole.
The wheel tormenting her pussy and clit gradually slowed to a stop.
The breast-devouring device descended, freeing her breasts after over an hour of confinement.
"Hhhh...♥ Hhhh...♥ Haaa...♥"
As if testifying to the brutal pleasure-torture she'd endured, white steam rose from her freed breasts, gaping asshole, and swollen pussy.
Her stretched asshole showed no signs of closing.
Her engorged, crimson pussy and clit looked painful just to behold.
Her breasts, thoroughly developed by the machine, were swollen like her pussy, as if someone had beaten them.
"Hyyykk♥♥?!!"
The sudden chill of air on her freed nipples, clit, and asshole sent her into another orgasm, her body trembling violently.
Her throat was hoarse from screaming.
Yang Taegum tilted a water bottle to her lips.
Glug glug glug—
"!!"
Hana gulped frantically, quenching her parched throat.
Gulp— gulp— gulp— gulp—
"Hwaaaaaa...!!!"
Removing the bottle, she finally seemed alive, rolling her eyes to look up at him.
Seeing her Master's face, relief and sorrow flooded her at once, stinging her tear ducts.
"S-sniff...! Waaaaaah...!!"
"Huh? Hana?"
Her sudden tears and wailing caught him off guard.
Flustered, Yang Taegum undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles.
Her limbs were bruised deep blue from struggling.
"Hhhkk...! Sniff, waaaaah...!"
The moment freed, Hana weakly clung to him, her exhausted body barely moving.
He scooped her up in a princess carry, fearing she'd collapse otherwise.
Nestling deeper into his embrace, she sniffled and cried.
The sensation of her tears soaking his chest made him awkwardly chuckle.
"I'mm s-sowwy...! I won't do it again, so please don't use that thing...! Sniff, I hate it...! Waaah. It hurts so much...!"
"Good enough if you've reflected. Now, Hana—shh! There's something more important than crying."
"Hhhkk...! Uuuuu.... Sniff."
Patting her back soothingly, he laid her on the bed.
Had the extreme pleasure regressed her mind to childlike innocence?
Her clumsy speech was unbearably adorable.
This was a resounding success as an inhibitor.
Next time she acted up, he could just use this.
"Sniff...."
He debated handing her the phone while she was still sniffling.
After the first call, Miles had kept trying.
Probably wouldn't stop until she answered.
Was he worried because Hana hadn't picked up? Understandable. Waking up in an unfamiliar house with her gone? Definitely concerning.
Since he couldn't answer, he had no choice but to wait for her to calm down.
Yang Taegum pulled down his pants and thrust his dick near her nose.
"Here, Hana—your favorite dick. Suck on this and calm down."
"Uuu...."
Hana didn't refuse.
She took the Ultra Cock like candy, rolling it in her mouth with childish curiosity.
Her innocent demeanor turned him on, his dick hardening instantly.
"Slurp♥ Sniff, schlllp♥ Uuup♥ Chuuup♥"
Miraculously, her sniffles gradually subsided.
Soon, she had half his dick deep in her throat, gulping eagerly while only sniffling occasionally.
"Want your favorite cum too?"
Nod nod nod—
Tear-streaked and red-eyed, she looked up at him and nodded vigorously.
Yang Taegum surrendered to the sensation of her throat and quickly approached climax.
Bvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv—!
"Uuuum.... Uwaaahp...."
Hana pulled his dick from her throat, clamping just below the glans to let cum inflate her cheeks.
Swallowing bit by bit, the thick semen coating her throat restored her peace.
Once he finished, she pulled his dick out and opened her mouth wide.
Showing off the white, sticky pool inside.
"Bleeeehhh♥♥♥"
Chewing the thick, milky fluid, she swished it like mouthwash before gulp— swallowing it all.
To prove she'd taken every drop, she opened her mouth again.
"Good girl. Our Hana."
"Heheh...♥"
As he patted her head, she grinned like an idiot, eyes closed, savoring the touch.
The rich, masculine taste lingering in her mouth was unbearably sweet.
Ring ring ring—
Yang Taegum handed her the phone.
"Now answer the call. They've been trying nonstop."
"???"
Puzzled, Hana accepted the smartphone.