## Chapter 84 – Size (22)
“…More, please…♡”
On the outside, I pretended to be indifferent, but inside, I was cheering.
Seeing her no longer reject sexual pleasure but rather enjoy it,
I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride for some reason.
“Okay, since you asked so nicely, shall we try something even more fun today?”
“…Something more fun…?”
Stretching languidly, with a weak voice, Iran seemed to be showing interest in what I was saying, her tone rising at the end.
Originally, trying something new once is difficult, and even starting is hard, but
once you fall into it with that one time, trying a second time isn’t difficult.
Iran is in that state now, so sex was unfamiliar and difficult to approach, but
the ‘something more fun’ I mentioned to her, who unconsciously remembered that pleasure,
seemed to act as a sufficient bait to attract her interest.
If she’s this curious, I can make progress without difficulty.
“I’ll let you feel that floating sensation in a different place than yesterday.”
“…Yes…”
Still, she couldn’t completely shake off the slight fear that comes from not knowing, huh?
I could feel her body shrinking slightly as she gave a short answer in a voice that trembled a little more than before.
Instead of awkwardly adding hints here, let’s move quickly to prevent her from thinking at all.
I rummage through the tools I’ve gathered for training purposes and take out a small, blunt pair of scissors.
Then, I cut a small part of the crotch of the tights Iran is wearing.
The thin fabric was cut away, and Iran’s fair, downy pussy was revealed.
“…”
A white, sculpted pussy, bulging between the black tights.
Closed, a drop of viscous liquid is formed between the seemingly seamless cracks.
I carefully bring my finger to that drop of liquid.
“…Hiss…!”
Surprised by the sudden cold sensation, she raised her voice, and I was startled by her reaction.
Fortunately, she was only blushing a little, though.
Leaving her with her gaze still fixed on the ceiling, I bring my head back to her pussy and
rub the dewy droplets gathered in her vaginal opening.
Slightly slippery to the touch, and when I take my finger away, a liquid connecting my finger and her pussy.
I pinch the liquid, seeping little by little from this hole, between my index finger and thumb.
“…Shall we start then?”
“……Ah?♡”
Without even hearing Iran’s answer, I slowly and gently insert my index finger into her vagina.
Her inside, being torn apart by my finger, was already heated up, and
as if proving her virginity, which has not yet accepted anything, a strong resistance tightens around my finger.
To exaggerate a little, it feels like I’m feeling good just by inserting my finger…
The sight of her pussy swallowing my finger, not just inside her vagina but also from the outside,
gave me the same shock I received when I first watched AV in my adolescence.
“…Naughty.”
I’m already an adult who knows everything, and I’ve tried everything, but
for some reason, I couldn’t resist the sex appeal emanating from Iran.
I pull my finger out very slowly, just like when I inserted it, from the pussy that swallowed it to the root of my index finger.
“Ah…?♡ Clothes…!?♡”
And then I push my finger back in.
While senselessly enjoying her touch with my finger, I suddenly came to my senses.
What am I doing right now? I shouldn’t be doing this, I need to release Iran first.
I take my eyes off her pussy, which I was staring at as if possessed, and look at Iran.
“…Did that feel good?”
“…Y-yes…♡”
“Tell me what it felt like.”
“…At first, it hurt… but then it got hotter and hotter… and I got dizzy…♡”
Iran’s lewd smile, which I’m seeing for the first time.
“Feels better than yesterday…♡”
“Good…”
Now that I’ve confirmed Iran’s condition, shall we start in earnest?
I move the finger inserted inside her to gently stir her vagina.
“Ah?♡ …This way?♡”
Not here, and not here either, it seems.
Then is it around here? I put my finger in a little deeper and bend it.
“Ungoooook?!♡”
Iran arches her back greatly and straightens her legs stiffly.
So this is it? What I’m touching now is her G-spot, slightly below her uterus.
I stirred her vagina to find the best place to effectively develop it, but
I didn’t expect to find it this quickly.
“…Ah?♡ My head, my head…?♡”
Still looking at the ceiling, she’s quickly racking her brain to catch up with what’s happening to her now,
but in her current state, she’ll never know.
She’ll only be able to put what’s happening to her into her subconscious.
“…♡”
As expected, she quickly regains her breath and her body slumps on the bed.
I teach this pleasure to Iran’s body, which is in a blank state, not knowing anything,
and put it into her subconscious to erase her resistance.
“How was that? How did that feel just now?”
“…The one just now felt the best…♡”
Hearing Iran’s words, I take off my pants and hold my erect dick to her face.
At first, she was startled, but unlike when I first attacked her,
she’s breathing slowly and calmly, even with my dick in front of her.
Every time Iran’s steady breath, while she’s in a dormant state, touches my dick,
I felt like I wanted to stick it in her pussy right away, but I barely held back.
Without saying anything about my dick to Iran,
I continue to stimulate her G-spot by moving the finger I put in while leaving my dick on her face,
causing Iran’s body to twitch and her vagina to writhe.
“Ah♡ Ah♡ Again, my head…?♡ Floating…!!♡”
“Feels like you’re going to cum?”
“Cum…?♡ Going to cum…?♡ Unghuoheok…?!♡”
Iran’s body trembled and sent me a signal,
and I pulled out my finger in response to that signal.
Then, Iran arches her back straight and has an intense climax that I’ve never seen before,
shooting a stream of water from her pussy and tilting her head back.
“…Ahak…♡ Hak…♡”
She’s smiling the happiest smile in the world.
Her tongue, slipping out of her mouth, is touching my dick, but she doesn’t even seem to care about that anymore.
Her mouth was just exhaling panting breaths,
and finally, with the gradually subsiding stream of water, Iran’s waist falls onto the bed with a thud.
Not missing that moment, I manipulate Iran’s subconscious.
“How is it now?”
“G-good♡ Smells…♡ This…♡ Naughty smell…♡ More, I want to cum again…♡”
Iran’s breath, now aware of the existence of my dick and smelling it, is felt on my dick.
And Iran, asking me for another climax, is slightly licking my dick with her tongue and looking at me with her eyes wide open.
Her subconscious is now experiencing pleasures she’s never experienced before,
and she’s demanding and whining to me for it.
Because the pleasure she’s feeling now is ‘from me’.
Without even realizing it, Iran has come to recognize that all pleasure comes from me.
She seems to be learning faster than I imagined, absorbing everything like a sponge.
Maybe it’s because she’s basically smart, but I like it.
If she recognizes me as the ‘source of pleasure’, then today’s goal is somewhat achieved.
Now she’s at the stage of enjoying pleasure without being afraid of it anymore,
and she unconsciously recognized that pleasure is given by me, Im Chanwoo.
Then what’s left? I plant loyalty and dependence towards me in her subconscious.
From now on, I’m going to proceed with that training not only when she’s sleeping,
but also unknowingly in Iran’s daily life when she’s awake.
So, today…
“More…♡ Slurp…♡ More…♡”
Let’s give a reward to Iran, who’s cutely whining.
I slowly push my finger back into her pussy.
“…Ah..♡”
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“…It’s that dream again.”
The same chilling sensation as yesterday ran from head to toe, but
today, I’m not surprised and I’m just lying in bed looking at the ceiling.
“…”
I slowly get up and look all over my body, but there’s nothing particularly strange about it like yesterday.
I really just think it’s because the bedding has changed, and…
I try to fix my disheveled hair with my hand, but my hair gets caught in my hand.
Ugh, it’s really annoying.
Annoying, but I get out of bed and approach the large mirror in the room.
I pick up a comb placed on a small dressing table-like desk and comb my hair, but…
“…Huh?”
I stop combing my hair at the subtly felt sense of incongruity and look closely into the mirror.
The crotch of the tights I was wearing was cut out in a circle, revealing my pussy,
and I feel something foreign in my pussy, and a line is connected to something at my waist.
“…This is, a vibrator?”
My bra is off, and my enlarged nipples are visible through my t-shirt.
“…Hmm, something’s weird…”
Clearly, I feel something incongruous in my appearance in the mirror, but I can’t figure out what it is.
I turn my body this way and that to check, but I can’t figure it out at all.
Then, someone knocks on my door.
“Hey, Song Iran. Are you awake?”
The only male voice in this house, Im Chanwoo.
Oh, now that I think about it, Im Chanwoo was in that dream too…
“I’m awake.”
“Then come out quickly and eat.”
“I’m going, so stop nagging me.”
I retorted to Im Chanwoo, and his voice grumbling as he moved away from the door.
Seriously, that bastard said he wasn’t human either, but he acts the most like a person.
I feel like I’m looking at a boy my age, so I want to tease him for no reason.
“…It’s probably nothing.”
I look at the mirror one last time before leaving the room.
…It’s nothing after all.
After finishing the last check, I open the door and go out into the living room.
In the living room are Im Chanwoo and two women.
Let’s see, Seohee and Nabi, was it? Their names are really unique.
But Chaeyoon, who was laughing and chatting until yesterday, was nowhere to be seen.
“What are you doing? Standing there still.”
“…No, where’s Chaeyoon? Where did she go? She was the easiest to talk to.”
“School.”
I walk to the prepared dining table and have a short conversation with Im Chanwoo.
…I thought I’d get used to it after a while, but the more I see them, the more disgusting they are.
Even when the woman named Seohee, with her dirty eyes, who moves like a person in front of me, drinks coffee,
or when the girl named Nabi is eating, knowing their true identities makes me feel unpleasant.
Even if the woman named Chaeyoon talks a little and, above all, has a lot of money,
I don’t think I’ll ever get close to that dirty-eyed bitch named Seohee.
“…Pfft.”
“What? Why are you suddenly laughing at someone’s face?”
“…No, never mind.”
Seohee, who was drinking coffee, looked at me and burst out laughing.
What, that’s annoying…
“…Here, it’s yours.”
When I was having a strange tension with the woman named Seohee,
Im Chanwoo, cutting off that atmosphere, brought a plate of food that blocked my view.
And Im Chanwoo puts it on the floor.
“Then I’m going to school.”
“Have a good day.”
Saying that, Im Chanwoo really leaves through the front door.
And Nabi sees him off.
The staring contest between me and the woman named Seohee is still going on.
“…What are you doing? Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I was going to eat without you telling me.”
I stick out my tongue at the woman named Seohee and tease her,
then kneel in front of the plate of food that Im Chanwoo left and start eating with my mouth.
…But, doesn’t this look a little like a dog?
“…Pfft…”
