"Follow me."
The command was simple and absolute, and Tamako swayed her hips submissively and followed me into the bathroom.
She assumed that going inside would allow her to climax, but to her surprise, I unzipped my pants and pointed my cock at her.
"You hesitated to drink your own piss yesterday, didn't you? Now, stick your tongue out and taste your Master's piss. Of course, today I'm giving you complete freedom. If you don't want to, I won't force you."
Tamako knew the moment her tongue emerged, I would piss on it. And though she was a shameless addict to pleasure and humiliation, deep inside, this hurdle still made her resist.
In fact, I had no real interest in piss play, but I did it because I knew that this was one of those remaining principles that needed to be removed before she reached complete Corruption 100.
More than that, though, it was a test. I needed to witness the effect of my Incubus Body, which supposedly made my bodily fluids taste supernaturally sweet and deeply, hypnotically addictive.
Tamako didn't move, and I didn't urge her this time, as I had promised. Instead, I kept adjusting the vibrator's settings and occasionally slapped her casually with my other hand.
She felt tormented but also extreme pleasure, as if going from heaven to hell and back again, over and over, until her will eroded completely.
Her pride screamed at her to resist, but her addiction to the pleasure I gave her was a far more powerful force.
She was already lost and couldn't refuse anymore, because if she did, although I wouldn't force her, I wouldn't pleasure her either.
Aware of this, she squeezed her eyes shut and extended just the tiny, pink tip of her tongue.
"Extend it out a little more!" I commanded.
The first step was always the hardest. After that, the floodgates open. She took a nervous breath and stuck out her tongue, presenting it for me.
The moment she fully extended her tongue, a surge of heat rushed towards her tongue, so hot that Tamako's ears turned bright red.
But instead of the foul taste she expected, a shockingly pleasant warmth bloomed on her tongue, accompanied by a taste that was impossibly, intoxicatingly sweet.
Her eyes widened in shock, and her body trembled, but not from disgust. It was a shudder of pure, unadulterated delight, the birth of a terrifying and all-consuming lust.
In that moment, even if I had allowed her to retract her tongue, as long as it wasn't an order, perhaps she wouldn't have wanted to retract it, letting me pour the hot, sweet fluid into her mouth.
Watching her transformation from revulsion to intoxication, especially her bright red tongue still hanging out in a silent plea for more, my sadistic urges almost exploded.
And so, with a cruel look in my eyes, I stopped urinating, leaving her in a desperate state of need.
The look on her face was priceless, like an alcoholic who'd just had his first sip of the world's finest vintage, only to have the bottle snatched away. Like a man dying of thirst in the desert, having his canteen kicked into the sand.
"Stupid bitch," I mocked with contempt. "Did you fall in love with your Master's piss?"
I could see it in her eyes. She knew what I wanted to hear, and her eyelashes trembled.
However, she had already sunk so low, what was a little further down?
"Please, please, Master. Let this slut... taste Master's delicious pee."
"Good, but there's no need. I'll give you something better."
With that, I shoved my cock into her mouth. I didn't piss. Instead, I used her mouth like a cheap onahole, fucking her face with brutal, deep thrusts for several minutes.
Then, with a satisfied sigh, I let go, pumping a thick, massive load of semen directly into her mouth. After I finished, I pulled out and gave her a new command.
"Don't swallow or spit it out. Just keep it in your mouth."
Tamako had no idea what I was up to, but she had no choice but to obey orders.
As the pool of hot semen settled on her tongue, she felt the same warmth… No, not the same.
This was different.
For some reason, the semen was even sweeter, like a divine nectar that seemed to melt on her tongue, causing a faint, hypnotic sensation to spread through her body and mind, clouding her thoughts with a thick, syrupy lust.
She held the semen in her mouth without swallowing, and the addicting aroma of it spread between her lips and teeth, overwhelming her.
All her favorite drinks and all the sweets she loved felt as if they were simply a pile of ashes in front of this semen.
Tamako felt that if she could just taste this every day, her life would be complete.
Seeing Tamako's even more intoxicated look and realizing the semen was even more potent than the piss, I nodded in understanding.
"Swallow it after you reach your climax."
The moment the words left my mouth, I turned the vibrator's remote to its highest setting. The vibrating egg taped to her clit and nipples went wild, buzzing violently and sending a weak electric current through her most sensitive flesh.
Tamako's eyes bulged, and despite trying her best to obey my command, she swallowed unconsciously.
And as soon as that warm, sweet nectar slid down her throat, it was like a jolt of pure lightning, amplifying the pleasure until she thought she would die from it.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh..."
Experiencing a soul-shattering orgasm, she screamed in pleasure. A flash of white light appeared before her eyes, almost obliterating her senses, and she collapsed onto the floor, which was a mess of my semen and her own pussy juices.
"Tsk, so slutty," I sneered and squatted down to slide my fingers through the juices coating her thighs.
"I haven't even fucked your cunt yet, and you've already squirted all over the floor? Even the cheapest whores aren't this shameless."
"Ugh... vibrator, turn it off... ah..." Tamako just lay there, curled up and groaning, but I didn't turn it off. I let it continue, pushing her past the peak of pleasure.
"What did I just say?" I brushed her wet hair aside. "I told you to swallow the semen after you climaxed, but you really didn't listen."
"I will obey, ah... I really will obey, please... I really will obey... No vibrator... please..."
She was truly losing her mind.
"Really?"
"Really! Really... Stop it... I need it... please..."
Her eyes were glazed over, and the addictive taste on her tongue was completely consuming her mind.
"From now on, I'll make you drink my piss..."
Before I could finish the thought, she immediately interrupted.
"I'll drink it! I'll drink whatever you give me, please... I'll do whatever you say. Um..."
Of course, I had no real interest in piss play, but her desperate submission was exactly what I wanted.
Satisfied with her answer and seeing she was at her absolute limit, I finally reached down and ripped the vibrators from her body.
The medical tape tore away from her clit, and the sharp sensation made her climax again as she clutched my wrist and moaned like a bitch in heat.
Once she was done, I pulled back my hand and slapped her butt.
Smack!
Her skin, having never known a day of hardship, was fair and incredibly tender. Each slap left a perfect red handprint.
I couldn't resist such a sight, and this time, I slapped her tits twice, watching them jiggle and sway before continuing.
"For today, I've prepared two options for you. Which one do you want?"
"Ah..." She squinted her eyes from the stinging slaps on her breasts and moaned.
"Which two?"
"One as the master, the other as the husband."
The meaning was clear: one brutal, one tender. The choice was out in the open, and for a moment, Tamako hesitated, fearing that there were any tricks involved.
I saw her struggle and didn't push, allowing her to think, which didn't take long.
"Ah... I want both."
Hearing that, I couldn't help but flick her nose.
"You're so greedy." I chuckled, but I understood her completely. "Then so be it."
Of course, the choice was never truly hers. Whatever she picked, the outcome would be the same pre-planned script I prepared for her.
But this small act of concession, this playful, intimate gesture that she had never seen from me before, left her feeling completely lost.
She understood the master mode, the brutal reality of being my slave. But the husband mode? What could that possibly be?
Deep in her heart, a dangerous, thrilling anticipation began to bloom. And perhaps God heard her wish, because what actually happened next completely caught her off guard, making her heart pound wildly in her chest.
Instead of torture, what she received was me giving her a quick wash and then carrying her in a princess carry to another room.
There, waiting for us, were a few of my "mothers," or more precisely, the slave bitches I had been training since I was a toddler.
When Tamako saw them, she was so shocked that her heart almost stopped, because most of these women were the haughty, obscenely rich housewives, the main culprits responsible for her predicament.
The true powers of this city, women whose whims could decide the life and death of countless people.
And yet, here they were. The very women who treated other humans as insects now all had a fawning and subservient look on their faces as they knelt before me, chanting, "Master, Master," with their tongues dangling from their mouths like those of loyal bitches.
And if that wasn't enough to break her reality, my next words almost shattered the foundations of her world.
"Come on, my little puppies, what are you doing, just greeting me? Greet your mistress for the day, too. Serve her, and get her ready. I'm going to take her out."
After giving that order, I instantly turned to the shocked Tamako and whispered sensually in her ear.
"My darling for the day, I'll let you enjoy the husband mode first."
The heat of my breath on her skin, combined with the sight of those powerful, arrogant women now kneeling before her, calling her "Mistress, Mistress," snapped her back to reality, making her realize it was all real.
For the very first time in her life, Tamako felt a strange, intoxicating surge of superiority, the satisfying power of looking down on those who had once looked down on her.
And for the first time in her life, she felt such a strong anticipation rise in her chest, anticipation for the day that was about to come.
Witnessing the change in Tamako, an evil smile appeared on my face.
'Hehe, she is a married woman, after all.'
Even though I had broken her in the dream, to truly conquer her, to own her soul, I needed her to willingly shatter her old life herself.
And what better way to orchestrate her self-destruction than by giving her a taste of power so absolute it made the women who once made her despair with a single look grovel at her feet?
To let her drown in the luxury she had only ever dreamed of, the kind of opulence that made her former life of cutting costs and saving money seem like a pathetic joke.
Finally, a twisted, intoxicating form of love that promised absolute freedom and pleasure so intense, so carnal and profound, that she craved it from the depths of her being.
And all of this power, luxury, pleasure, and perverted love would come from me. The man who was her Master, who had already fucked her into oblivion and changed her shape to his from the inside.
The man from whom she could never, ever escape.
It was an open conspiracy, a beautifully constructed, ultimate, and perfect trap that she would have to willingly step into with her eyes wide open and arms outstretched, begging me to accept her.
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