[Congratulations on successfully ruining a key female character, Tamako Nobi.]
[You have almost shattered her pride, leaving behind nothing but a Masochistic Slut who is almost completely obedient to only you.]
[Her body and mind are conditioned to hunger for the exquisite pleasure only you can provide.]
[Corruption: 78%. Obedience: 81%.]
[Reward: Incubus Body (Incomplete)]
❖——[Incubus Body (Incomplete)]——❖
Description:
A partially awakened Incubus physique blessed by the Lust Divinity. The user's body radiates a subtle, supernatural magnetism that preys on the latent desires of the opposite sex, making them hyper-aware of the user as a sexual being.
°°This form is currently incomplete.°°
Pheromonal Aura:
* The user can transform his natural scent into a warm, erotic fragrance that charms the opposite sex and clouds their thoughts.
* This effect intensifies the closer someone gets emotionally or physically to the user.
Incubus Essence:
* All of the user's natural secretions, like the sweat, the moisture of the breath, the taste of the semen, etc., carry a faint, hypnotic quality.
* To receptive targets, these essences are subtly sweet and deeply addictive, amplifying their lust and making them crave the user's touch and taste like an addict.
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"Fuck me, this is literally a walking aphrodisiac!" I couldn't help but grin wildly.
In some hentai novels, this Incubus Body would be the ultimate cheat, the key to fucking any woman the protagonist wanted.
Yet for me, it was just another reward, and this was just the incomplete version.
"Thank God I can turn it on and off. Otherwise, the streets would be a mess of dripping pussies. Hehe."
Chuckling to myself, I realized once again how terrifyingly powerful my system was, and by extension, how much of a challenge my future targets would have to be.
Still, this was a massive advantage.
Initially, I thought that completing the mission successfully would still take a few months at least, but now with this Incubus Body on me, even a month felt too long.
"Looks like even the system wants me to quickly move on from this world."
So without wasting a second, I activated the aura and headed straight for the hotel with my cock already hardening in anticipation of training my sexy MILF toy.
As luck would have it, I found Tamako waiting right outside the lobby and led her toward the suite while teasing her.
"See how plush the carpets are? So soft on the knees. You could kneel for hours, and they wouldn't even hurt."
I leaned in closer, letting my scent wash over her.
"And the rooms are huge. We can do whatever we want for days. Best of all, the soundproofing is perfect. You could scream your lungs out, and no one would hear a thing."
With her Obedience stat over 80, she wasn't as flustered as I'd expected. There was no argument, no pleading.
Instead, I felt a wave of anticipation and excitement roll off her.
My Incubus Body was doing its work, and just standing next to me, breathing in my scent, made Tamako's legs tremble, and her pussyhole already started clenching in little spasms.
She knew she was about to be used, to be broken and fucked in ways she couldn't yet imagine. A sliver of fear was there, but it was drowning in a sea of liquid heat and longing, all focused on me, who smelled so fucking divine to her for some reason.
Subconsciously, she shifted closer, trying to take in more of my addictive scent.
I saw the little move and gave her a knowing, meaningful look.
Upon entering the room and closing the door, I, who had been like a happy sunny boy, immediately transformed into a cold slave master and ordered indifferently, leaving no room for debate.
"Kneel."
A bolt of pure heat shot through Tamako's pussy.
The old Tamako, the one with a shred of dignity, would have hesitated. But this new version that I had molded felt only a single, overwhelming impulse: submission.
Her knees gave out without a fight, and she knelt on the floor, as a wave of anticipation washed over her at the thought of being humiliated, used, and ravaged like a cheap toy.
In fact, ever since she'd woken from that nightmare-like dream this morning, a deep emptiness had hollowed her out.
She should have felt relieved that all that was a dream. But instead, she felt a huge void take root in her soul, making her feel life was meaningless and hopeless.
"You ill-mannered bitch, don't you know how to greet your Master?"
Smack!
However, when the stinging pain from the slap and the degrading words hit her simultaneously, for the first time since morning, she felt whole.
Yes, this was it. This was the feeling she wanted.
The crushing emptiness was replaced by the exhilarating, vibrant joy of being alive, of being filled.
"Ahh!"
A dizzying rush of excitement almost made her orgasm. But she quickly remembered her place. She was a slave.
She straightened her back and immediately pressed her forehead to the carpet.
"Greetings to Master."
"Hmm... Take off your clothes."
I gave a nonchalant reply and lifted her chin with the toe of my shoe.
Tamako did as she was told. After kneeling and kowtowing, stripping naked felt like the most natural next step to her.
When her last piece of underwear hit the floor, I tossed a small bundle at her.
"...What's this?"
"Egg Vibrator."
Actually, Tamako had guessed that much, but the innocent housewife she used to be had never seen one in real life.
Smack!
I slapped her face again.
"What are you thinking? They go on your sensitive spots."
There were three vibrators in total that I quickly taped onto her. One to each nipple and the third directly over her clitoris.
Her body was already sensitive with lust, and the sensation of foreign objects touching her most sensitive area only made her hands twitch with an involuntary urge to rip these objects off.
"I advise you not to touch them. Touch it once, and you'll get slapped ten times. You can't handle that many slaps."
For a fleeting, insane moment, the thought of earning that punishment, that humiliation, was intoxicating, and she almost considered ripping them off.
But she forced herself to lower her hand. This was what I had trained and ingrained in her. She couldn't disobey me.
I looked down at her and pulled out a remote control from my pocket.
"Now, let's get started."
With that, I pressed the button.
Bzzzzzz!
The eggs instantly came to life on her nipples and clit, and the strange sensation quickly turned unbearable for her.
"Ahhhhhh! Please stop, Master! Ahhhhh... This slave can't take it anymore..."
The pleasure was so intense it made her scream for mercy, and she curled into a fetal position on the floor, one hand clamped over her tit and the other over her spasming pussy.
Seeing this, I used my foot to cruelly shove her hands away and kicked her large, soft breasts.
"Kneel properly! I'm going to teach you some manners today!"
Forced to kneel on the ground again, Tamako's eyes were filled with desire, begging me to give her pleasure. But just as she knelt, another slap came down on her face.
It wasn't just one slap. It was a barrage of slaps. Sometimes on the left cheek, sometimes on the right.
She never knew where the next one would land. Her cheeks were on fire, and her sensitive spots were also being constantly stimulated.
"Here are the rules, and you better fucking remember them." Tamako's face was turned to the side by the slaps.
The overwhelming slaps made her feel wronged and ashamed, but beneath it all, a sick, twisted pleasure bloomed in her heart.
Her life had been too smooth since childhood, and I was the first man to treat her like the worthless slut she was meant to be.
Deep down, she didn't even notice the shift in her own mind, from seeing me as a demon to seeing me as someone special.
Moreover, all three of her sensitive spots were being stimulated by the vibrator, and waves of tingling sensations surged up, making her breathing increasingly heavy.
It was a hellish mix of fire and ice.
Every time she was close to climax, I would slap her back to her senses.
Her moments of clarity were getting shorter and shorter. She knew I was talking, but her consciousness was becoming hazy, only registering the constant, clenching need in her dripping pussyhole.
When she didn't answer, I grabbed her long hair and forced her to look up.
"Answer me!"
The pain in her scalp brought her to a slightly more awake state:
"...Yes."
"You must remember these rules for the rest of your life." I still didn't loosen my grip on her hair.
"First, this body is mine. You don't touch it unless I say so."
Smack!
"Second, I'll treat you well sometimes, because I take care of my belongings. But never forget your place. You are a slave, and you will obey without question."
Smack!
"Third, you don't get to hide shit from me. If you have something to say, you say it."
Smack!
"Fourth, I like my sex rough and filthy. I'll slap your face, your tits, and even spank your cunt. Sometimes it's punishment, sometimes it's a reward. I decide."
Smack!
"Fifth, when I tell you not to cum, you fucking hold it."
I would slap her across the face with every sentence I spoke.
Of course, the rules were just bullshit I came up with randomly, and their only purpose was to be used as a framework to lock her into her new reality.
"Did you hear me clearly?!"
"I...I heard clearly."
The current Tamako would accept almost any order from me, but this method of controlling her climax was pure torture for her.
During the lecture, she felt the urge to climax several times, but I stopped the vibrator exactly at the last moment each time, forcing her to crash down from the peak of desire before turning it on again to stimulate her.
She was going insane with lust, but I remained indifferent.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Ah...yes, please, Master, make this bitch cum."
She started crying in distress, tugging at my trouser leg and begging like a desperate animal. The proud housewife was gone, replaced by a begging, shameless slut.
I knew she'd do anything as long as I made her climax right now.
"An orgasm isn't impossible, but you have to earn it."
I lowered my eyes and rubbed my thumb against her lower lip. Tamako sucked my thumb ingratiatingly and looked up at me.
With a soft chuckle, I turned the vibrator back on, but the lowest setting wasn't enough to bring her to orgasm.
She licked my fingers even more desperately while her body was trembling and writhing on the floor, but she didn't dare touch herself.
"Please...please, Master."
I watched her beg for a little longer, enjoying the sight of her debasement, before finally taking pity.
"Follow me."
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