"Ugh!" The only reason I was concerned about her trauma was because I was afraid I'd have to kill her before I could properly train her. I wasn't so kind to other parts of her body—when I kneaded those enormous breasts, it was like playing with two lumps of dough. 'No!' Cynthia screamed internally as Rein roughly rubbed her breasts. But she knew the price of resistance—the broken necks of those intruders were a stark reminder. Her will to survive prevented her from even struggling; she could only lie stiffly on the bed like an insect, enduring the disgusting sensation of her breasts being kneaded. "..." Despite her loathing and the urge to run away immediately, she gritted her teeth and remained silent. Past experience told her that abusers quickly lose interest in women who don't react. 'Endure... just endure it...' With this belief, she forcibly suppressed even her trembling. But when I kneaded her nipples, enhanced by the sensitive areas, she suddenly stopped reacting. No more shrinking back or trembling; her expression of disgust turned to numbness, and even her intermittent moans disappeared. 'Interesting?' Having witnessed countless similar scenes in the game, I immediately saw through her strategy: never respond no matter how she was treated, using numbness to exhaust the abuser's interest. 'Naive.' Unfortunately, she chose the wrong opponent. In my eyes, having trained numerous heroines in the game, this resistance only fueled my desire to conquer. Reading her thoughts, I bought some aphrodisiac oil with great interest, wanting to see how long she could hold out. 'Let's wait and see.' As I smeared the oil on my palms and touched her breasts again, a flash of panic crossed her eyes before she forcibly regained her numbness. Clearly, she didn't yet understand what the impending pleasure meant. Under normal circumstances, resisting her instincts, she would never experience pleasure within a day—but I'm different. 'System sensitivity maximized.' [Active] The default 100% sensitivity has already doubled the genital tactile sensation, and the extreme setting can increase it to three times. Add to that the double stimulation of the palm oil— 'She absolutely can't hold out.' "I dare say: within an hour, she'll experience her first orgasm. Because pleasure is like a drug; once you overcome the initial resistance, it will completely corrupt your reason." And indeed, it did. Just five minutes after applying the ointment, her snow-white skin flushed red, her toes curled uncontrollably, and hot breaths escaped her lips. Those were no longer moans of resistance, but instinctive reactions to the burning pleasure. 'She's succumbing faster than expected.' Although she might not yet understand what it felt like, the loss of self-control was significant enough. Just as Li Zhenshuo had predicted, Cynthia suddenly felt a tingling sensation on her chest and covered her mouth with her hand. "Something's wrong..." It was just a dirty man's hand caressing her breasts, yet the sensation was strangely unsettling. Completely different from the previous nauseating crawling sensation, it felt more like an itch rising from within. "Ah..." The unfamiliar pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her life caused Cynthia to moan. Even biting her hand, the surging passion deep within her body still breached her defenses and spilled from between her lips. "I can't react..." As time passed, the heat within her body gradually spread. The warmth that began in her chest slowly seeped down to her abdomen, but suddenly shot to the top of her head the moment her areola was touched. "Ah!" When the rough fingertips suddenly scraped her swollen areola, she tensed her waist and let out a sweet panting breath. "Very sensitive." Li Zhenshuo watched with pleasure as the silver-haired lady gradually crumbled under the caresses of her breasts—like using desire to dye a pure white canvas with his own colors. Although her F-cup fullness needed more time to develop, the reaction of her trembling body with just a little stimulation of her areola was perfect. "Should I just play with her nipples?" He hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. If he stimulated this erogenous zone now, his prey would immediately climax. "Torture her to the limit before enjoying her..." The beast's instinct to wait for its prey to relax roared in its veins. "Mmm... Ahh..." The continued kneading of her breasts awakened more of her dormant senses, and Cynthia's breaths, seeping through her fingers, grew increasingly wet. From the moment her areola was touched, a wave of heat swept through her mind, blocking all rational thought. Every time she tried to concentrate, the tingling sensation from her nipples would instantly shatter her efforts. "Ugh!!" When Rein suddenly scraped her areola with his fingernail, she arched her body and convulsed violently. The accumulated pleasure transformed into an electric current that surged through her spine, causing an intense climax that made her toes curl up. "Haaaaaah!!!" - Smack!! The moment her nipple was pinched, Cynthia arched her back to meet her first orgasm. Amidst the gushing nectar and uncontrollable cries, her chaotic brain was forever branded with the mark of pleasure. "Haaaa... Ahhh!!" Her trembling waist continued to convulse, her toes curling tightly. The unprecedented bliss left her limp as a board. (So good...) The pleasure, unnoticed even by herself, became a permanent mark etched into her nerves. "Should we also develop her vagina?" Confirming that the pleasure was deeply ingrained in her, Li Zhenshuo hovered his fingers above her moist labia. Touching her in this state, she would most likely not resist and continue to indulge in pleasure. This would greatly shorten the time needed for training, but I still had some concerns. What if suddenly stimulating her genitals caused a traumatic reaction, bringing everything back to square one? "Let's stop here for today." Time was already limited, and there was no need to gamble on something so uncertain. Since Cynthia's brain had already memorized the taste of pleasure, continuing now wouldn't bring much benefit—judging this, I got up from the bed. "Ah... Ee-woo..." Still immersed in the afterglow of her first orgasm, she could only let out sweet moans. Looking at her like this, although slightly regretful, I decided to go home. "I need to shrink the genital markings a bit more." Right now, the pleasure has just been imprinted in her mind; closing the markings is pointless. I have to make her actively acknowledge the pleasure and start masturbating, even if she's using her clumsy skills, she needs to be satisfied. 'Adjust the system's sensitive area for genital markings to 50%' [Active] I'll set it to 50% first and observe the effect. If she can't fully experience the pleasure, I'll increase the value—thinking this, I left the room. "Ah!" Suddenly remembering that she was completely unprepared, my residence might be invaded by uninvited guests. Having only just begun training her, I didn't want to be a pawn in someone else's game, so I bought some security equipment from the store and installed it on her building. I set up a device at the gate that would give intruders a powerful electric shock before leisurely heading home. EP0500 After Lee Jin-seok left, Cynthia, just recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm, was breathing heavily. "Haa...haa..." Because of the intense orgasm, she briefly forgot to breathe, completely immersed in the swamp of pleasure. The intense sensory experience she had never had since birth still left her limbs numb. "So...it can feel this good...?" There was a female companion in the mercenary group who was particularly passionate about sex. That woman, who enjoyed seducing male mercenaries into having sex, had even slept with every man in the group except David. When asked why, she only said, "Because it feels so good." At the time, Cynthia didn't understand the pleasure in such sordid things, but now, after experiencing it firsthand, she suddenly understood. "So good..." All the distracting thoughts in her mind vanished, leaving only pure happiness. This pleasure was so intense that she felt that if it could continue, nothing else mattered. Of course, she didn't know that the man who had trained her to be like this was a special being who had enhanced his demigod body with drugs and had slept with countless women in reality. "Hmm..." Recalling the feeling of Rein caressing her breasts, a heat surged in her chest and lower abdomen again. Unconsciously, she placed her hand on her breasts, wanting to imitate his action, but suddenly froze. "No...no..." Despite the incredibly pleasurable sensation, the thought of being touched by a man she loathed was still an unforgivable act of depravity. However, the memory of pleasure etched deep within her nerves was far beyond her self-control. "Ugh...ahh..." As time passed, her resistance gradually faded. Cynthia finally began to knead her breasts, sometimes gripping them tightly, sometimes caressing them gently, trying to recreate the intensity of the stimulation. "Not like this..." No matter how she rubbed, she couldn't achieve the same pleasure, and she felt restless and feverish. Her brain and uterus craved stronger stimulation, but without medication and without any prior experience, her vagina couldn't provide the same pleasure—especially since this was her first time masturbating. "Hmm! Not enough..." The caresses of her breasts only brought mild pleasure, far less than the ultimate joy that left her weak and exhausted. The persistent emptiness made her rub even harder, but she remained unsatisfied. As time went on, the unreleased heat finally exhausted her strength. "I need...more intense stimulation..." An hour of masturbation couldn't compare to ten minutes of caresses from his partner. The pent-up desire had nowhere to go, and he was so frustrated he almost cried. "Why...""Why can't I reach that point?!" Cynthia screamed in catharsis, experiencing unfulfilled desire for the first time. But the man who could bring her ultimate pleasure was already gone. If he were here... if those hands that could make her feel like she was in heaven... As negative thoughts flooded her mind, she suddenly remembered what her companion had said: "When I'm burning with desire, I frantically rub my vulva to masturbate." Swallowing hard, her fingers trembled as she explored her private parts, which she had never touched except during her period. "So hot... so sticky..." Under Li Zhenshuo's tutelage, she was already overflowing with lubrication. Her fingertips, covered in the slippery liquid, slowly began to rub her labia. "Mmm... ahh..." It was indeed more exciting than touching her breasts. But she soon discovered that the sensation in her unexplored private parts was far less than that in her breasts, which had been intensively trained. "Not enough... still not enough!!" "That's normal—the other person used drugs and genital massage to completely awaken her sensitive spots on her breasts, while her untouched vulva remained as unresponsive as a virgin. How could she, who had been abstinent for so long, possibly be easily satisfied? 'Rain...Rain...' Like a monkey experiencing pleasure for the first time, she continued masturbating, eventually calling out the name of the man she hated, yet still unable to stop. -- Cynthia's first experience of pleasure, struggling to masturbate alone. 'Looks like it's working.' After watching her every move at home, I realized that not touching her vulva was the wisest choice. Although the trauma was a factor, deliberately avoiding that area was also a reason. Simply awakening the sensitive spots on her breasts without touching her vulva kept her sexual perception stagnant. 'At her current level, it's wishful thinking.' To awaken sexual perception, the key condition is to experience orgasm through touching that area. It is said that the brain's nerves must acknowledge that touching that area is pleasurable for sexual perception to truly awaken." I could skip this step by using a sedative and deliberately enhancing her sensitivity with my genitals. But she, who had just developed an interest in masturbation, could never awaken such a heightened sexual awareness. 'Ordinary women are a different story.' For ordinary women, that alone is enough to enjoy pleasure and reach a satisfying orgasm. But Cynthia is different. Trauma has distanced her from sexual desire and pleasure. She has never experienced unfulfilled desires in her life, let alone what pleasure is. She has never even watched pornography; her experience comes entirely from casual conversations with her friends. She neither understands how to obtain pleasure nor the key to awakening sexual awareness. Yet, this novice has given her a fatal, ultimate pleasure. 'She'll awaken someday.' As long as she spends time masturbating consistently, she will eventually find the most comfortable stimulation points to awaken her sexual awareness. The human body is simpler than imagined; repeated touch will naturally make it more sensitive. But she has only experienced this for a short day; expecting her to awaken through this is far too much of a stretch. Besides, the pleasure I'm about to give her is something she will never experience again in her lifetime. The pleasure experienced under conditions of tripled erogenous zones and the application of sedatives is something she can never recreate alone. Unless a man inserts his penis into her vagina for primal intercourse, it's impossible. Unfortunately, she has traumatized by men; the sight of a penis triggers her breakdown, making it highly likely she'll never experience it. "It's wonderful." "Hmm? What's so wonderful, son?" "It feels wonderful to eat at the same table with Mom and Dad after so long." "Oh my~ I didn't expect you to say something like that?" "Oh well, I always say things like that." "It's a good thing she's not as dull as your dad..." I managed to slip up while eating with my parents, having accidentally mentioned it while peeking at Cynthia. 'If I'd been caught, I'd at least get a back throw.' If my mother found out I was secretly enjoying watching a sexually frustrated woman, she'd definitely be furious. Thanks to my [demigod body], I didn't give myself away, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I continued eating. 'Looking forward to tomorrow.' Curious about how she'd react since masturbation couldn't release her sexual desire, I stopped peeking. Would she beg me for pleasure when we met tomorrow? Or would she feign composure to maintain her pride, but give me a yearning look? With anticipation for tomorrow, I cut off my thoughts to be with my family and quickly fell asleep. -- The next day. "Son, are your parents going out?" "Yeah, be careful on the road." "Going out again today?" "Just wandering around nearby." "Be very careful! Always keep your phone with you." "I told you not to worry." Reassuring my mother, who was still anxious after the ordeal, I slowly made my way to Cynthia's apartment after seeing them off. 'What will happen?' She had been masturbating all day and had fallen asleep exhausted, having ultimately failed to achieve an orgasm. Recalling the last time I checked on her, I arrived at her apartment with a sense of satisfaction. "It seems nothing's wrong." There were no signs of any use of the device upon arrival. Confirming her safety, I entered the building with suppressed anticipation. -Knock knock as usual. I heard hurried footsteps from inside. Cynthia, who was about to open the door, suddenly stopped. 'Ah...you're worried about that, aren't you?' Yesterday, she mistook me for a visitor and opened the door, almost getting assaulted by a man. To dispel her hesitation, I spoke first: "It's me, it's okay to open the door." "--Swish! The door was suddenly flung open before she could finish speaking. Cynthia appeared, looking utterly disheveled. 'Waaah... even worse than I imagined?' Her unfulfilled desires had caused her to suffer from insomnia, leaving her with dark circles under her eyes and her hair a tangled mess. Despite her blank expression, her eyes shone with an astonishing intensity, burning with lust, which almost made me burst out laughing. 'Good morning?'" "Good morning..." Cynthia, still undecided about how to face me, responded to the greeting with a timid voice. After all, yesterday I forcibly stripped her naked and wantonly played with her breasts. In her eyes, I was undoubtedly a scumbag, yet she was frustrated because she hadn't experienced pleasure. This contradiction probably made her unsure how to interact with me. 'How interesting.' Yes, I was the one who raped her, although I didn't say it explicitly, I was also the one who threatened her life. However, she opened the door as if she had been waiting for me, and even took the initiative to greet me, which meant that the pleasure I felt at that time was deeply imprinted in her mind. In a state of extreme pleasure, I smiled and slowly walked into the room. "How have you been lately?" I greeted her with a grin, and perhaps recalling what happened last night, Cynthia glanced at me with a thorny look and replied: "Do you think a scumbag like you deserves to care about this?" "What? Are you not feeling well? If it were me, I would definitely be sleeping soundly." "Ha! Stop talking nonsense." "Whether it was resentment not yet completely overwhelmed by lust, or a deliberate act, every word she spoke sounded like it was covered in thorns. 'Not completely succumbed yet?' Just as I was wondering if she had completely succumbed to desire, Cynthia began to slowly undress. —Swish...whoosh...' Uh?" I had just entered the room when she locked the door, and suddenly, blatantly, stripped naked. [Encrypted content area] This abrupt action made me yelp, but she ignored me and completely removed all her clothes. "Anyway, we're going to do that kind of thing again, right? Do as you please." "I didn't say anything!" "Hmph! Don't I know your dirty thoughts?" "She then lay naked on the bed, letting her full breasts sway. 'Wow... the effect is actually so good?' Witnessing this scene, I couldn't help but smile at the unexpectedly good result. Cynthia, who was trembling with disgust yesterday, was now openly lying naked in front of me. She probably thought she was hiding it well, but I had already noticed the love fluid flowing between her legs. 'Such frankness makes me not want to give in to her wishes.' Seeing her so directly demanding only aroused my rebellious instincts. Torturing Cynthia was originally to avenge my parents. Since she dared to lay a hand on my parents, I would make her suffer—but now, her posture made me lose interest in punishing her. EP0501 After falling asleep exhausted from frantic masturbation, Cynthia woke up early in the morning. 'What time is it...?' After checking, I found it was only seven in the morning. She hadn't eaten last night and had only been masturbating until two in the morning, so she had only slept for about five hours." "My body feels heavy and hot..." She used to be able to cope with the harsh life of a mercenary even with only four hours of sleep, but now, even after five hours, she still felt exhausted. While not eating properly and only masturbating would certainly cause this, it shouldn't have bothered her, given her experience with the brutality of mercenary life—after all, she had once gone over thirty hours without sleep while evading pursuers during the most dangerous times. "Ha..." Realizing she had fallen to this state because of masturbation, Cynthia sighed emptyly and got out of bed. Now that she was awake, she needed to take a shower. Just as she was about to get out of bed for the bathroom, she suddenly froze—the sheets were soaked with the fluids from yesterday's masturbation. If Rein came to visit today and saw this, he would definitely laugh at her, so she didn't bother showering and first ripped off the sheets and threw them into the dryer. Not knowing when Rein would arrive, she could only wait for the sheets to dry. Just as she laid out clean sheets to take a shower—thump! thump! The knocking made Cynthia, like Pavlov's dog hearing a bell, rush to the door, her vagina dripping with love juice. "Ah..."Suddenly remembering her experience yesterday—mistaking him for Ryan and being attacked by a stranger after opening the door—she abruptly stopped. What if it wasn't Ryan? He wasn't guaranteeing he'd come anyway; what if she opened the door and was attacked again? Amidst her turbulent thoughts, a voice came from outside the door: "It's me, it's okay to open the door." Before the words were even finished, she instinctively flung open the door, not even realizing her disheveled appearance. Whether it was the dazed state from yesterday's masturbation or not, nothing mattered—her mind was only focused on experiencing that pleasure again as quickly as possible. "Hi?" The moment Cynthia opened the door, she regretted it. Not only because of her disheveled appearance, but also because her reaction of opening the door immediately upon hearing a man's voice was too abnormal. "Why did I..." She forced herself to remain calm and welcomed Raine into the room, but her heart began to pound. An unquenchable heat screamed within her, her lower abdomen gradually burning, and a sticky fluid was flowing down her inner thighs. This sudden physiological reaction made her nervously respond to Raine's words: "I can't be discovered..." She didn't know what would happen if he saw her in this lewd state. So, instead of showing it, she pretended to be nonchalant and took off her clothes, lying on the bed—"I'm not afraid of you. I can handle anything." Although her mind was already replaying the pleasure of yesterday, she didn't show it at all. Unfortunately, this was just self-deception—the love fluid dripping from her underwear to her inner thighs had already given everything away. Looking at Cynthia lying naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: "What a ridiculous act of nonchalance." To prove she "wouldn't react even if touched," she brazenly stripped naked and lay flat. Little did she know her vulva had already soaked her thighs, and her nipples were erect with anticipation. "It would be too boring if it were this easy." I've seen plenty of women like this, feigning indifference but actually craving. After all, I'm more skilled at training than pure love. "Would you like to take a shower? You seem to smell." "Wh...what?!" Cynthia jumped up from the bed as if electrocuted, her most sensitive sensibility touched. Watching her large breasts jiggle with her movements, I added, "Isn't that basic etiquette towards the caresser?" "Then...then you can leave!" "As expected, she's feigning toughness to hide her true feelings. I understand this kind of woman all too well—she verbally tells you to leave while secretly begging, 'Don't go!' Once the trainer shows eagerness, the slave becomes arrogant. If she's given free rein afterward, she'll eventually become a slave who dominates her master. As a trainer, I absolutely cannot allow that to happen, so I smiled and walked straight to the door. 'I don't want to touch a woman's body that hasn't been bathed either, let's do it another time.' 'Uh...?' Seemingly surprised that I would back down so easily, Cynthia made a dazed sound, looking at me with disbelief. Although she said that to protect her pride, I, who have long seen through everything, wasn't buying it. Faced with this novice's thinking, I simply smiled, pushed open the door, and prepared to leave. 'See you next time, stay tuned.'" "Ah...wait..." As I stepped completely out of the room, Cynthia, who had initially thought, "He probably won't really leave," suddenly panicked. 'I can't let him go like this!' Last night, she deeply realized that in this state, it was impossible to return to a normal life. The burning sensation accumulating in her head and lower abdomen grew increasingly suffocating with time, making even rational thinking difficult. Day and night, all that remained in her mind was the urge to masturbate, wanting only to escape this burning sensation through pleasure. But just as the only man who could solve this problem was about to leave, her body acted instinctively. "Didn't you say you were leaving? What are you doing?" "..." She involuntarily rushed out and grabbed my hand as I was about to close the door. Realizing that her body had acted against her will, Cynthia was immediately plunged into immense embarrassment. 'What...what should I do?' If she remained frozen in place, he would definitely continue to press her for answers. Just as she was racking her brains to maintain her composure— "I said I wouldn't kill you, there's no need to drag me along." "Ugh…" Raine said, pulling his arm away and walking away without hesitation. 'I can't catch him…' The excuse she had racked her brains for was preemptively spoken. She wanted to say, "You, who hold the power of life and death, leaving means you're going to execute me," but his words blocked all her escape routes. 'I can't let him go now!' If she let this moment slip away, he might never return. No, he might avoid her for a long time because of her rudeness. 'Then I…?' Her lower abdomen still throbbed with pain, and the burning sensation in her head hadn't lessened in the slightest. The heat that had accumulated since last night hadn't subsided the moment she saw him; instead, it had intensified. If the only person who could quell this flame left, what would she do? Even if she masturbated all day, could she live without relieving this burning sensation? Negative thoughts piled up. In a daze, she seemed to see the future—Raine never appearing again, and her futile masturbation in despair. "Don't go…" Finally. Cynthia, naked, rushed towards him as he was about to step out of the building, forcing out those words. 'She's taken the bait.' Hearing hurried footsteps behind me, I resisted the urge to turn around. If I turned back now, I would see her voluptuous breasts swaying as she ran towards me, a sensual sight. Once I crossed that line, her becoming my slave would be a certainty. "Wait!" Cynthia, her hand grabbed, pleaded anxiously again. Faced with her reaction, I simply smiled nonchalantly and turned away. "Didn't you tell me to leave? Why are you stopping me again?" "No...don't go..." She avoided my gaze, her residual pride making her pleas barely audible. Realizing this, I decided to utterly shatter her dignity here and now. 'She must be transformed into a subservient slave.' There are many projects to be developed. Those projects I haven't implemented on my girlfriend or other slaves—I will actively implement physical modifications, using every tool to turn her into a slave who can't live without me. A completely different approach from the women I've treated with love before. She will abandon her own life, becoming an existence that lives only for me. "Had enough fun?" "Eh...?" Unlike my previous flippant tone, my voice was now icy cold. Cynthia visibly panicked upon hearing this, about to look up but immediately lowering her head again. That instinctive fear, the same look in her eyes as when she dealt with the attackers yesterday—a cold gaze that viewed humans as objects—made it impossible for her to look directly at me. "You keep me here and then chase me away, treating me like a toy?" "No...no..." "Oh? Because I always greet you with a smile, you think I'm easy to bully?" "No...no..." Every time those cold words pierced her eardrums, that gaze from before flashed before her eyes, making her tremble. This stubborn woman who had once retorted with flattery could no longer muster her courage. The most primal fear of predators was etched into her genes. Cynthia finally realized: the man before her, who always spoke with a mocking tone, was the monster who had single-handedly annihilated the Skeleton Mercenary Group—an elite force composed only of A-rank high-level mercenaries. "So now, what are you up to?" "...I was wrong..." Back in the mercenary group, David had once lost his temper with his comrades. Normally calm and collected, his anger was so overwhelming that everyone was frozen in place, terrified by this unprecedented display. These were men who had lived on the edge of death, yet he was rendered immobile by a single outburst of rage. 'There's no comparison...' But compared to that, the oppressive aura now was like a river pebble compared to a mountain. Faced with primal fear, Cynthia could only lower her eyes and mechanically reply with polite language. "What should you do when you know you were wrong?" "I understand..." The atmosphere was terrifying. Even though she was only being looked down upon, her body trembled involuntarily, fear surging within her. The heat that had tormented her since last night was now completely extinguished by the chilling pressure. The oppressive feeling that she would be devoured alive at any moment made her utterly give up resistance. "I'm so sorry for causing you trouble..." Forgetting that she was naked, she knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed against the earth, repenting her mistake. A posture of complete submission, offered only to beg for a sliver of forgiveness. Witnessing this, Lee Jin-seok was thinking: 'Those breasts that pop out from the side during that prostration...'"Too tempting." EP0502 In the end, Cynthia succumbed to me. Although she pretended to resist, it was clear she had long exceeded her limits. "After all, her mind was already unstable." After learning that her companions' revenge had failed and they had all been wiped out, and that David had deceived her, causing her life to completely collapse, her will to live was almost gone. With no motivation to do anything, being rescued by us trash made her realize that a strong desire to survive still burned deep within her. "There's only one last way." Now that we've confirmed she still has the desire to live, things are much simpler—when someone loses their motivation, we force them to do something. My choice is to inject extreme pleasure into her life, making her addicted and unable to extricate herself. When the human brain discovers something that brings pleasure, its instinct drives the mind and body to completely succumb. What's more, what happens when someone experiences ultimate pleasure for the first time in a state of mental fragility? The inevitable result was a gradual descent into addiction in order to relive that pleasure. "But if I can't get it... I'll go crazy." Having finally found a new purpose in a dull life, I discovered that this pleasure couldn't be obtained through my own efforts. My already fragile spirit would shatter further, becoming increasingly obsessed with that one and only ultimate experience. Even if the other party was an enemy, I would eventually kneel and beg like this. Looking at Cynthia, naked and shamelessly bowing, I lightly stepped on her head. "Ugh...!" With a deliberately controlled pressure that was both repulsive and painless, she didn't groan in humiliation, but instead let out a pleasurable gasp. More than the shame of being stepped on by a naked enemy, she now longed to relive that long-awaited pleasure. "Easy to handle." Unlike Liu Yin's slow, corrosive methods in dreams, directly imprinting pleasure into the brain through mental states was surprisingly efficient. - *Sizzle!* Even with her head being stepped on, she still had a slight orgasm. Hearing the sound of love juices splashing on the ground, I gazed at the utterly depraved body before me and said, "Are you truly sorry?" "Yes... I'll do anything to appease you..." The smile that had appeared on her face the moment she succumbed was suppressed by me. As I continued to press her with a cold tone, she gave an utterly submissive response. "Really anything?" "Yes... anything you want..." As she buried her head even deeper, I moved my foot and commanded, "Look up." "Yes, ma'am." On her raised face, the eyes that had once been full of resistance now held only pure obedience. Gazing into those eyes, I activated the [Eye of Lust] to examine the changes. Name: Cynthia Hecate Age: 23 Height: 171cm Weight: 65kg Bust: F cup Sensitive areas: Breasts, nipples Virginity: Remaining Fetish: The pleasure of being completely dominated by an absolute powerhouse Libido level: Strong Status: Submitted to Li Zhenshuo and determined to dedicate everything. Thanks to yesterday's full development of sensitive areas, her breasts and nipples have been transformed into sensitive areas. This incident also unlocked a hidden fetish—a craving to be completely possessed by an irresistible object. Looking at the attribute panel that perfectly matches the standards of a masturbation slave, I smiled with satisfaction. 'Even her libido has risen to [Strong].' Her previously lowest libido level had jumped to the highest level overnight. Faced with this impeccable slave body, anyone would be satisfied. "You just said you'd do anything?" "Yes." "What if I wanted you to be my sex slave?" "...If you wish, you can spread your legs and serve your master at any time." When the words "sex slave," which directly touched her trauma, came out, she hesitated only for a moment before responding immediately. This declaration, which even overcame her psychological trauma and willingly accepted my penis, made me smile sincerely and give a new command: "Prop yourself up." "Yes, Master." Cynthia, consciously using a respectful form of address, propped herself up, displaying her proud breasts without any concealment. She was completely different from the person who would feel ashamed of being naked in the past—now, with her dignity shattered, she had become my perfect possession. "If you want to become a sex slave, you should beg properly, right?" "Understood." As she leaned towards Rein (who had now become her complete master), Cynthia suddenly remembered a line that her companion, who was passionate about sex, had once said: -Do you know what the most effective words to say to a man are? -Don't want to hear it? But you'll have to use them someday. Knowledge that seemed useless then is now proving invaluable. She parted her lips slightly: "From this day forward, everything in this body belongs to its master. My vagina, breasts, mouth, anus...""All of them are at your disposal." "Very good, from this day forward you are my exclusive sex slave." "That's right. I am a sex slave ready to offer my body for my master's enjoyment at any time." "Get up." After hearing her declare herself a sex slave, I ordered her to get up and lead the way to the bedroom. "Understood." Cynthia deliberately swayed her hips as she got up, sticky love fluid sliding down her thighs, her swaying plump buttocks making me want to violate her from behind immediately. As I followed her into the room, she turned around and displayed her naked body, using body language to show her will to never resist. But there was one more thing before the formal training—she hadn't washed since she masturbated yesterday, and her knees and arms, covered in dust from kneeling, needed to be cleaned. "Go take a shower first." "Yes, Master." She showered in front of me without any concealment, the woman who once had psychological trauma towards men now shamelessly displaying her naked body. This transformation made me lean back in my chair and watch with pleasure. (My body is so hot…) Cynthia felt her skin, exposed to her master's gaze, gradually heat up. Initially, only her scalp and lower abdomen felt hot, but now the heat had spread throughout her body. During the shower, her love juices flowed continuously, and her erect nipples shamefully swelled. After the foam washed away the dust, she suddenly bent over to wash her hair, completely exposing her dripping buttocks and genitals to my view. (Ugh…) This sudden visual shock made my erection reach its limit. Although I wanted to violate her now, this undeveloped body couldn't withstand it—if I inserted into a virgin's vagina before her clitoris was awake, it would only result in painful cries rather than pleasurable struggles. I preferred to see women indulging in pleasure. (I need to gradually train her into a slave who perfectly suits my taste.) Unlike other slaves, she, now a sex slave, was originally my experimental subject. I forcibly suppressed my urge to violate her, waiting to use mutated sperm to transform her into a puppet living only for my penis. —Drip, drip— After the shower stopped, water droplets dripped from her wet body. Cynthia carefully dried herself, her platinum blonde short hair quickly drying thanks to her neat styling. "Lie down on the bed." "Yes, Master." She lay down, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing at the thought of relieving her pent-up heat. The woman who hated men was gone; now lying here was just a wanton sex slave craving ultimate pleasure. Seeing me approach, she willingly opened her tightly closed legs. "Start with the breasts?" "Whatever Master prefers..." Her expectant eyes followed me. To speed up the training, I lit an aphrodisiac incense I bought from the system store—though not as effective as [Sensitive Vaginal Marks], it could enhance her body's sensitivity. After all, the vagina is the largest cluster of erogenous zones for women, and full development takes time. "Mmm...!" When I suddenly grabbed her breasts, Cynthia didn't cry out in pain; instead, she trembled and became intoxicated by it. [Sensitive Vaginal Marks] had raised her pleasure threshold to the point where her waist bounced and her toes curled. "Ah... Haa!" Just rubbing her breasts was enough to make her overflow with love juices, and the moment her erect nipples were pinched— "Ahhh!!!" Her vision exploded with white light, and the pent-up heat gushed from her nipples. The orgasm came so suddenly that her waist twisted in mid-air, and the delayed squirt splashed out in a parabolic arc. (I've only ever seen premature ejaculation vaginas before, this is the first time I've seen a breast orgasm.) Even with triple sensitivity, her lewd appearance deeply captivated me. Next, where should I develop? Her breasts are already developed. Now it's time to make her vagina orgasm just from penile insertion. Using the [sensitive zone clitoral markings] to enhance the sensitivity of her vagina and clitoris, I caressed her private parts, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Haa...!" As expected, unlike when I caressed her breasts, because her erogenous zones are not yet fully developed, the reaction is not intense. But this inexperience will soon disappear—she'll soon become weak and limp just from being touched. Imagining that scene, I gently stroked her vulva with my middle finger, then suddenly pressed lightly on her clitoris. "Eek?!" Her clitoris, which she hadn't touched during yesterday's masturbation, was being pressed, and she arched her back, savoring the pleasure. Although her erogenous zones weren't fully developed, they were still the most sensitive parts of a woman's body, and even this level of stimulation was enough to bring pleasure. "Ah...ahhh!" As time went on, Cynthia's vaginal lubrication increased, with each caress releasing more fluid, and her moans grew louder. 'Completely different from when I did it myself last night...!' It was a completely different experience from yesterday's masturbation when she was feeling hot inside. At first, she could only feel the friction, but gradually the pleasure intensified to the point that her toes couldn't help but curl up. "Ah! My pussy...my pussy feels so good...!" Overwhelmed by pleasure, she even uttered the vulgar word "pussy," her slender waist swaying slightly. As time passed, having tasted the sweetness, Cynthia began to crave even stronger pleasure. "I want...I want a stronger feeling..." The erogenous zones of her vagina were fully awakened. The comfort level was far beyond that of her breasts. Once all the erogenous zones were awakened, instinct began to drive her to pursue even more extreme pleasure. She lifted her hips herself, allowing her private parts to receive stronger stimulation from the friction of my fingers. EP0503 Realizing that Cynthia's erogenous zones had been developed to the point where she would actively bring her vulva to my palm and rub it, I stopped. "That's about enough." Although I still wanted to continue kneading that vulva, which was both tight and soft, I held back for the sake of the subsequent plan. "Uh...?" Just as she was expecting an even stronger pleasure, the stimulation suddenly stopped. Cynthia unconsciously made a dazed sound, looking up at her master with confusion. Her face was full of incomprehension at the sudden stop. Looking at her expression, I decided to release the sexual desire that had accumulated when I was developing her erogenous zones. "Now undress me." "Yes... Master." The intense disappointment from the interruption of pleasure made Cynthia immediately get up from the bed to carry out the order. Her upper body, exposed after the hoodie was removed, was nothing short of a meticulously sculpted work of art. 'So cool...' Even after seeing countless mercenaries' bodies, she had never encountered such perfect muscle lines. It wasn't rough, blocky muscle, but an explosive muscle group capable of grabbing an enemy by the neck with one hand, lifting them up, and easily breaking their cervical spine. Knowing the power contained within, Cynthia stared at this body as if mesmerized. "Aren't you going to take off your pants?" "N-I'm so sorry!" Startled from her fascination with the muscles by her master's voice, she quickly knelt on the ground and pulled down her trousers. The moment the belt buckle popped open, the menacing outline of an erection above her underwear immediately came into view. In the past, this sight would have been enough to trigger her psychological trauma, causing her to faint or scream and curl up in the corner of the bed. But now it's different—after all, the person before her is no ordinary man, but her master to whom she has given everything. 'If that... goes inside...' The thought of the object about to enter her body belonging to her master didn't evoke disgust; instead, it stirred a tidal wave of anticipation. 'Although I don't know the specifics...' Having never tried penetrating masturbation, she could only imagine it based on her former companion's vague description of it being "a thousand times more pleasurable than simple caresses." But the pleasure her master had given her before proved that her companion's words were not untrue. 'I want it inside me quickly...' It's said that real intercourse is far more wonderful than breast kneading, nipple pinching, or vulvar caressing. With this anticipation, her trembling fingers hooked onto the last edge of her panties and slowly pulled them down. —Thump! "...Gulp." As the last barrier disappeared, the ferocious giant bounced and was exposed to the air. Although she had only caught a glimpse between her master's legs, the fully erect size still delivered an overwhelming visual impact. "Haa..." She exhaled hot breath at the monstrous object before her, as if she would lose control on the spot if she didn't. —Throbbing! The mere touch of heat caused the penis to twitch defiantly. Intrigued by this sight, Cynthia curiously reached out and grasped it. 'So thick...and incredibly hot...' The sheer size, too large to encircle with one hand, astonished her, and the scalding heat emanating from her palm triggered a second wave of shock. Just as she stared blankly at the object in her hand: "Stick out your tongue and lick it." "Yes, Master..." She obediently extended her tongue and lightly touched the umbrella-shaped tip. 'The taste is so strong...' The lack of any unpleasant odor on her tongue lessened her resistance. But as she leaned closer to lick it, the intense masculine scent rushed into her nostrils—not an unpleasant body odor, but a sensual aroma that made her lower body even hotter. "Mmm...slurp!" Gradually becoming intoxicated, Cynthia devoutly licked the tasteless, round tip, greedily inhaling every trace of its aroma. "Whoosh...slurp...plop!" Saliva glistened on the glans, and the twitching nostrils continued to search for the intoxicating scent. Unconsciously, she was completely immersed in the service. "This time, lick down there." "Slurp...yes, Master." Focused on licking, she lowered her face, bringing it close to the base of the dangling scrotum. "Ahhh..." The even stronger scent emanating from the testicles instantly assaulted her brain. The irresistible musky aroma made her eyes glaze over, and she obediently stuck out her tongue. "Tsk tsk...slurp..."The increasingly strong scent triggered her salivary glands, and clear saliva dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth. She carefully smeared the scrotum with her sticky tongue, as if performing some kind of ritual. 'An unexpected reaction.' I didn't expect her to enjoy the service of my testicles so much. Looking at her completely unfocused eyes and drooling expression, I could feel the seminal vesicles rapidly accumulating fluid with each swipe of her sticky tongue. 'You can stop now.' 'Hehehe...' Cynthia responded vaguely with her soft tongue, lost in the scent. Her drunken pupils were dilated, and the drool hanging from her lips was already touching the ground. 'I'll save oral sex for next time.' I wanted to teach her the technique of sucking, but now I only had thirty minutes left and had to go back to wait for my parents. We were supposed to have lunch together today, and I knew time was running out, so I immediately decided to take action. 'Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.' 'Yes... Master.' Hearing the instruction to spread her legs on the bed, Cynthia climbed onto the bed with a regretful expression, seemingly disappointed that she couldn't take the penis in her mouth any faster. Her appearance, completely captivated by the intense masculine aura, made me sneer. 'Compared to actually taking the penis in her mouth, this is nothing.' When this ferocious behemoth invaded her untouched virgin vagina, she would forget all her regrets—after all, no woman who had been penetrated by this thing could maintain a clear mind. I sneered and stepped between her bewildered, spread legs. - As I aimed at her already filthy vagina, the sound of her swallowing was clearly audible, showing how much she anticipated it. - *Squeak* "Mmm…!" As I rubbed the head of my penis against her dripping vaginal opening, she twisted her waist and made a sweet, nasal sound. "I'm going to insert it." "Please...please use my virgin pussy as you please, Master..." She parted her wet labia to reveal her inner vulva, her lewd words only fueling my arousal. My thick glans began to force its way into the narrow passage, which had never accommodated a foreign object before. "Ugh...!" Her tender pussy, untouched by fingers, was forced to swallow a massive object several times its size, and her whole body tensed. Although I usually relax her with my fingers first, I deliberately omitted that this time—there was no need for pity on a criminal who had plotted against my parents. "It hurts...!" When the fist-thick penis forcefully pried open her inner walls, she finally understood what hell was like. Even though the aromatherapy and erogenous zones had already awakened her body, the pain of being invaded for the first time still felt like being pierced by a weapon. The endurance honed during her mercenary career was meaningless at this moment. "Ugh!" The excruciating pain of her muscles being violently stretched made her convulse, and only then did I realize I had gone too far. "Does it hurt a lot?" "N-nothing... please, Master, play with my little hole as you please..." Her contorted face and lying amused me. "Then let's continue." "Eek!" She cried out in pain as soon as it entered the coronal sulcus, but the real torture hadn't even begun. - Boom! "Gah!" The moment it plunged in, she let out a suffocating moan. "I'm... I'm going to die...!" The excruciating pain of her vagina being stretched to its limit made her vision go black, and I quickly took out some healing potion and poured it into her mouth. "Glug glug..." The unconsciously swallowed liquid quickly took effect, and her tense body gradually relaxed. "It's going to move." "Huh? Wait... Ah!" Before she could catch her breath, she was suddenly thrust in and out, and the large glans scraping against the sensitive inner wall brought a strange pleasure. "Ah! Ah!" "The pain I imagined didn't come; instead, I experienced a tingling sensation I'd never felt before. When the tenth thrust was complete, she finally understood why her female companions were so engrossed in it. 'It's amazing…it feels insane!' The pleasure from her lower body shot up her spine to her brain, causing her to instinctively twist her waist in response. 'Ahhh! Ahhh! So good! So good, Master!!' Each penetration brought an even more intense pleasure, a world apart from the previous caresses. 'Harder…please!'" Unable to bear the endlessly escalating pleasure, Cynthia involuntarily let out a high-pitched moan, completely surrendering her body to the ecstasy. 'Wow...this feels so good!' I forcefully widened her not-yet-fully-opened vulva, pouring in a healing potion to force the wound to heal. Thrusting into her in this state, the extreme pleasure from my penis almost made me ejaculate immediately. Her vulva, which had previously only contracted mechanically, became soft and moist after taking the potion, yet it gripped me tightly. This sensation, a mixture of reluctance and sudden tightening, was so pleasurable that I didn't want to go home that day; it was simply addictive. 'Ugh! Ohhhhhh!!' Cynthia was clearly also at her peak, her previously restrained moans gradually turning into lewd, animalistic cries of pleasure. 'Ugh! Eee ... "-Pfft! Pfft! After countless thrusts, Cynthia, reaching her climax, suddenly tightened her vagina and ejaculated a large amount of fluid onto my abdomen. Despite her body not being used to pleasure, she endured it thanks to the stamina she had honed during her mercenary career. She seemed quite at ease, and began to instinctively and clumsily twist her waist to seek greater pleasure. Actively finding the most comfortable angle to twist her waist so that my penis could rub against her sensitive spots, she was even more thirsty than before, even before the special effects of the [Demigod's Body] semen had taken effect. 'Damn...it seems like I've awakened some terrible pervert...' Realizing that I might have released her dangerous nature that she had suppressed due to psychological trauma, the overwhelming pleasure of ejaculation made me frantically thrust my hips and surrender immediately. EP0504 Pfft! Buzzing!! I began to ejaculate in the missionary position, gushing out a large amount of semen with the head of my penis against Cynthia's cervix. The semen that had been held back for ten days was unstoppable once it started." "Ugh! It's so hot inside...!!" Cynthia trembled, letting out a burning moan as she experienced such a massive amount of semen being poured into her uterus for the first time. Just as the semen was decreasing and she was preparing for a second round— *plop!* "Uh?" Due to the excess semen accumulated in her demigod body, her urethra gushed out an even larger amount than the first time. "What's going on..." Although it wasn't a premonition of a second ejaculation, the semen continued to flow uncontrollably. In a panic, I tried to pull back, but was suddenly gripped by long, slender legs that wrapped around my waist. "More! Deeper!!" Cynthia spun her hips in ecstasy, her loose vaginal muscles gripping my penis and urging out more semen. Such a volume of ejaculation was enough to make her uterus swell—but with my legs locked around her waist, I couldn't pull away. 'It's over...' Lost in pleasure, she twisted her waist wildly, her juices splattering with each rotation. Forcibly breaking free might hurt her, so I continued to pour semen into her trembling uterus. 'Mmm...my belly is bulging...' She stroked her gradually swelling abdomen, her once firm abdominal muscles now bulging lasciviously. Enhanced by the semen, Cynthia became even more addicted to the pleasure: 'I love making love...Master, please continue fucking me...' — 'Phew...finally done.' "To avoid indulging in lust all day, I disabled the contraceptive function of my demigod body and completely satisfied her." "Eee...ee..." Cynthia, having received three ejaculations, swelled up like she was in early pregnancy, and within thirty minutes, she fainted from excessive orgasm. 'So tight.' Having tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, she pounced like a hungry wolf, stubbornly maintaining the missionary position to endure the entire infusion. While quickly showering, thick, clotted semen slowly overflowed from her vagina. 'The concentration is quite astonishing.' If she wanted to expel the pent-up energy from ten days of abstinence, she'd probably have to squat on the toilet for a long time. She hurried home, thankfully not missing her appointment with her parents. — Two hours after Li Zhenshuo left. "Hmm...?" Cynthia, who had fainted from orgasm, awoke and looked around, finding her master already gone. "Gone...haa!" The sensation of thick semen gushing from her vagina as she got up made her tremble again. Gazing at her abdomen, stretched taut by the semen, she lay back on the bed, focusing on the pleasure of the fluid flowing out. "This feels so good..." She finally understood what her comrade had said—why some people are addicted to the afterglow of vaginal ejaculation. Although her underdeveloped uterus hadn't yet experienced pleasure, her first taste of sex had already revealed a new world. "I want to do it again..." This first experience of fainting from pleasure (not pain) as a mercenary captivated her. Worries vanished, leaving only the pure, addictive pleasure in her mind. 'So this is addiction.' Now she truly understood the meaning of her comrade's words, "I feel uncomfortable if I don't have sex." The thought of such exquisite pleasure suddenly disappearing was unbearable. Although her uterus was filled with semen, she wasn't worried about the possibility of pregnancy—today was her safe period, and besides, the pleasure was so intoxicating that she would be willing to become pregnant with her master's child. "Will I come again tomorrow...?" Cynthia clearly realized that she could no longer escape the blissful cage her master had bestowed upon her. To discover such pleasure in her usually dull life—how could she possibly stop? Realizing she had completely become his possession, she dragged her aching body towards the bathroom. "Hmm...!" The squatting position pressed against her lower abdomen, and the thick semen accumulated in her uterus immediately gushed out from between her legs. First, it flowed slowly, then suddenly erupted like a dam bursting, causing her to let out sweet, panting breaths. "The essence bestowed by my master...""Sniff sniff." She scooped up a pool of white semen, bringing it to her nose with fascination. The next moment, a strong, pungent odor made her nasal cavity numb—a thousand times more intense than the lingering smell of her scrotum. The thicker and more suffocating it was, the more greedily she inhaled. "Haaah... hiss... whoosh..." As she repeatedly swallowed and exhaled this scent, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: What would it taste like? Before, when she licked a penis, it was clearly tasteless, but this rich liquid... She tentatively touched a little with her tongue and was surprised to find that it had a subtle sweetness. Her lustful companion had clearly said that male semen was salty and fishy... "Slurp..." The more she sipped, the less fishy the smell became, and instead, a more distinct honey-like taste emerged. Until there was not a single drop left in her palm, she smacked her lips in disappointment: "Tsk tsk..." "Mmm...!" With a thrust of her lower abdomen, more white fluid squeezed out of her opening. She resisted the urge to taste it again—at least she couldn't be like a rabid bitch in heat, indiscriminately feeding. Even though she had already lost all dignity, she stubbornly clung to her last shred of self-respect. *Slurp slurp... Ahh!* As she scraped away the remaining semen with her fingertips, she suddenly remembered the technique her companion had taught her. After cleaning, she discovered the sheets were soaked with love fluid and semen. "I'll have to wash again..." She gently stroked her wet vulva, her platinum blonde hair swaying with her trembling body. Her master had left in a hurry this morning; she hoped tomorrow she could indulge in unrestrained pleasure... ----- The next morning. After lunch with her family, she wandered aimlessly through the streets. As the morning light filtered through the curtains, her thoughts began to plan for the day. 'I can go to Cynthia's place later.' That body had completely submitted, transformed into a sex toy that only knew how to seek pleasure. When she returned to Korea, she would simply take her on the plane—the training had only just begun, so naturally, she would need long-term play until she became a slave whose eyes only belonged to her. 'I'll teach her some cooking and housework...' When living alone, she was always too lazy to clean; keeping a maid she could strip naked and penetrate at any time would be interesting. Doesn't every man harbor such fantasies? However, the current apartment was indeed a bit cramped... Back in Korea, I need to confess to my girlfriends about the other slaves, and ideally, we'll get a bigger house. Having the slaves do housework for my amusement, and spending the night with my girlfriends after get off work—I've considered trying this kind of lustful lifestyle. But all of this is predicated on… having a deep conversation with the 'Creator' to uncover the truth about my abilities. The sperm granted by the [Demigod Body] not only sensitizes women's bodies but also infinitely stimulates their libido—yesterday's experience has proven this. However, the potential side effects are still unclear, so it's best to exercise restraint for now. The more semen the women absorb, the more their strength recovers, and the healthier they become. Spending all day with them won't bore me; my daily desire for sex has gradually emerged since this training began. 'Hurry up and appear.' Wanting to speak with the Creator as soon as possible to obtain a clear promise and then live that kind of life, I thought about these miscellaneous things, and before I knew it, it was already evening. Today, my parents said they were having dinner with their colleagues, so I'll be home alone. As time went by, perhaps because I regained a certain sense of security, my parents weren't too worried about me going out alone anymore. "Now I can finally have some fun." The time we spent together was enough; now we could finally enjoy our own time. There were about four days left before returning to Korea. Before then, I was eagerly anticipating having sex with Cynthia and teaching her sexual techniques. EP0505 I spent three days indulging myself—training Cynthia, having dinner with my family, going out for a trip, and even meeting the members of the Swan Mercenary Group. "It's about time to get going." "The Korean girlfriends and servants are contacting each other more and more frequently. If this continues, things might really get out of hand. After all, those ladies who are addicted to the pleasure of a giant penis haven't had a taste of sweetness for a full two weeks. Even if they masturbate to relieve themselves, it's only a temporary solution. Ever since they experienced the power of semen, they need to have sex with me for at least five hours to be satisfied. Making women masturbate alone for five hours is simply maddening. Not to mention that it's impossible, even if they managed to do it, it would be far less pleasurable than the pleasure brought by a giant penis—they're probably going crazy by now. I have to get back before they really go crazy and come to America to find me. "Tsk... lying like this is a bit uncomfortable." "Ugh... what did you say?" "Just talking to yourself, keep sucking your penis." "Yes~ um... tsk tsk... chu chu!" "I muttered to myself as I lay in bed, casually dismissing Cynthia's response and telling her to continue oral sex. After three days of at least three hours of training each day, this completely submissive slave's skills had improved dramatically, greatly aiding in managing her sexual desires. 'She really is a tough slut.' Perhaps because she hadn't had sex in a long time, her body was always quickly developed during training. Like an unpainted canvas, she absorbed everything I painted. Thanks to her experience as a mercenary, she could cooperate with most sex games, and coupled with her natural masochistic tendencies, she was exceptionally easy to manipulate. 'Slurp... Mmm, ha... Master's cock tastes so good...' Now she was completely addicted to the pleasure I gave her, and would happily obey even if I ordered her to suck my penis all day. Except for her vagina and anus, which were still being trained, she should be able to use all her orifices for intercourse when we returned to Korea. - slap! 'Haaah!'" "When I slapped her peach-like buttocks, she cried out with hearts in her eyes, lost in lust. Having fully unleashed her potential, all her erogenous zones were now forming. With just a little more stimulation, even just fingering her vulva would bring her to orgasm. Watching an ordinary person's life completely reduced to that of a sex slave, I experienced a game-like thrill of conquest. 'Not so bad.' Because she was a criminal with a personal grudge, even if the training affected her daily life, she felt no psychological burden. I planned to keep her naked at home, always wearing a vibrator—this maid and sex slave who satisfied me made me start preparing for my return journey. 'I'm going to cum!' 'Ugh... gulp gulp.' Even when I held her head down and thrust deep into her throat, her well-trained nature prevented her from coughing. After Cynthia swallowed the semen, she let out a burp filled with a fishy smell. Initially ashamed of this, she now even deliberately burped to arouse me by touching her vulva. 'I really look forward to seeing how far I can transform her.'" "In just three days, she transformed a naive prostitute into a slut that even a prostitute would be ashamed of. If she were trained for a month or even a year..." "Are your tickets booked?" "Yes, the seats you requested have been reserved." "Very good, I'll arrive on time tomorrow." I was originally worried about my return ticket, but fortunately, Cynthia had the late David's deep trust, and it was easily resolved. The Skeleton Mercenary Group under her command had enough funds to squander—"Although it should have been several times that..." The attack on my parents cost a lot, but the remaining nearly 10 billion was enough. But a billion dollars couldn't satisfy me. As time went on, the desire to violate more women grew stronger. "Is this also a side effect of my ability?" "I thought the existing sex slaves were enough, but ever since killing those mercenaries, this urge has been uncontrollable. Though confused, I don't care—I'll just kidnap and train them. My current goal is to buy a mansion and build a harem, where I'll create my own empire with my sex slave girlfriends, indulging in a life of extravagance. To achieve this, I must quickly win over Yoo Ha-young—after controlling Seoul's underworld, her legitimate businesses will provide a huge cash flow. System investigations show her income is astonishing; subduing her will accelerate my goal." "Spread your legs." "Yes, please feel free to use Cynthia's little hole, specially designed for your service." After three days of training, she could utter such lewd lines without batting an eye. "Ahhh!!" "-Plop!! Cynthia orgasmed the moment the penis entered her vagina. I was enjoying the perfect tightness of her vagina, the pleasure from the folds of her inner walls, when I quickly fucked her until she passed out, and we left the building to head home. -- The next day. "Are you leaving now?" "It's about time to go back, I have some things to take care of." "Okay... Be careful on the road." "Yeah, Dad, be careful at work too, things aren't like they used to be, you really have to be careful." "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing after I retire." The father, who came to the airport to see her off, exchanged a few simple pleasantries. Given his naturally reserved nature, it was unusual for him to say so much at parting. "That's enough for now, Father," the father, who disliked elaboration, said, ending the conversation there. He wasn't worried since it wasn't a final farewell, and besides, he was still using the equipment I gave him. The problem was... "Our son is really leaving..." Even though it wasn't a final farewell, the mother beside her already had tears in her eyes. On the battlefield, she was a formidable female general, but at parting, she was no differ
