Chapter 23 – Episode 23: Orgasm Control
[Great. I’ll let you go. Instead, never stop your hand until you have counted to 100.]
“…Your master.”
[Then start.]
“One two three four..”
[Stop. Start again, count slowly.]
“One…Two…Three…Four…Everything♥?!”
Push-!
As soon as Ahyeon started counting at a moderate tempo, I canceled the climax limiting effect of the vulva.
At the climax, when the restrictions were suddenly lifted without warning, Ahyeon broke the transparent wall blocking the threshold of the climax and knocked it down, but the wall suddenly disappeared and fell forward, crossing the threshold.
The climax reached in a state of extreme sensitivity that could not be dared to express, as the state of excitement reached its peak, which would have been left long ago.
Just as food tastes better when you’re hungry, it was clear that the pleasure Ah-hyun was feeling now was a dizzying pleasure she’d never experienced before.
At this thrilling pleasure that came at a completely unexpected timing, Ahyeon shuddered while covering her pussy from afar.
“Huh…”
[I told you not to stop.]
“Yeah, six…Seven…Eight…”
I didn’t leave Ahyeon, who was trembling with her vulva flushed red from the afterglow of the climax.
Ahyeon forced herself to return the level of excitement that was about to reach its peak and gradually fall.
Ahyeon’s sympathetic nerve was being stimulated by the sexual arousal amplified by the [Roughly 1.5 times increase in sexual pleasure] Placed on her vulva.
As a result, Ahyeon’s heart was beating as if it would explode at any moment, and her pupils were dilated to more than twice the normal size.
Of course, it was important for Ahyeon to become addicted to the dizzying pleasure that she couldn’t keep sane through me, but it was also important to tame her into a loyal bitch who would obey my commands under any circumstances.
As a loyal bitch who subconsciously obeys my orders no matter how extreme the situation is.
In order to develop this level of obedience, it was essential to first imprint that he needed his master to have an orgasm.
“Forty-eight… Oh, forty ahoob…”
[The hand slows down again.]
“Fifty… Fifty one…”
[I think you’ll stay like this all night if you misuse your hand one more time.]
However, the current Ahyeon, as expected, failed to properly carry out my order not to stop masturbating whenever the dizzying pleasure blows her mind.
So I kept pushing Ahyeon.
“Ninety-eight…Ninety-nine… Times, one hundred…!!”
[Hands off.]
“Hasssss…!! …Hah…Hah…”
[Take your hands off your vulva and pussy. Aren’t you listening again?]
“Uhh… This, my pussy itches…”
[Pussy tickling and the owner’s order. What is your priority?]
“It’s an order from the Lord…Lord…”
[Yes. For a bitch, the master’s orders take precedence under any circumstances. Okay?]
“…Your master.”
I saw the color of the vulva and stopped masturbating when Ahyeon was about to leave once more.
Ahyeon, whose regret reached the extreme, continued to touch her vulva and pussy.
[So even if I forbid you from showering until later in the morning, you should? No matter how embarrassing it is, it’s the master’s order.]
“Ah…”
[Do not answer.]
“…Your master.”
[He said he would pick me up later at 12:00. I’m going to sleep now, so you should think about erotic things in moderation and go to sleep quickly. No clothes, naked.]
I forbade Ahyeon to take a shower and not sleep with clothes on so that she couldn’t wipe her pussy water between her legs.
She was determined not to let Ah-hyun get the pleasure she just had just gotten out of her head.
Ah-hyeon, who could never relieve her sexual desire without my permission, was in a state of trembling all night.
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…The pussy tickles.
Is it the dizzying aftermath of a climax, like muscle soreness after a strenuous workout?
She must have been touching her for a long time after her orgasm, but her pussy was still tickling like crazy.
So I want to touch her pussy.
I don’t know if I want to touch it like I’m touching a part with muscle pain or if I want to masturbate, but I want to touch my pussy.
But I can’t touch you.
The owner forbade the shower.
But in order to sleep on the bed, I had to clean my crotch at least roughly.
‘…No again…My hand doesn’t move.’
So she pulled out a wet wipe, but she couldn’t wipe her pussy with a wet wipe, nor could she touch it with her bare hands.
It seemed that the master’s brainwashing, which made it impossible to masturbate without the master’s permission, was working.
Then, in the end, my true intention was that I wanted to masturbate.
In the realm of my unconsciousness, the intention to masturbate under the excuse of wiping my pussy is hidden.
I felt a little bit weird.
I felt embarrassed because I felt like I had become too lewd.
It’s been a while since I met my master, and I feel like I’m no longer the person I used to be.
‘…Master? …Minwoo oppa…Master?’
Come to think of it, I still call my brother my master.
Even though I’m alone in my head, I still call my brother my master.
In this day and age, where is there anyone who calls you master?
It must have seemed strange, and I actually thought so, but now it’s not awkward to call my brother master, it’s even comfortable.
On the contrary, calling him brother is awkward.
And originally, I didn’t know how to say my important part and I was embarrassed to say it, so I said it indirectly, but now I’m telling you to look naturally.
Oppa… No, just as the master wished and ordered.
Could this be the influence of the ‘assistant’ the master said?
Did my master’s assistant up until now have an effect on my inner self?
Is this what the owner wanted?
Obviously, the reason I decided to have this kind of relationship with my master was because I liked ‘Minwoo oppa’.
The reason I had such an unusual relationship was because I liked Minwoo oppa.
It was because I liked it if Minwoo oppa was the owner.
‘… I told you to take care of whether you treat your brother as a brother or a master. Was I not aware? ‘
But just now, the owner has been scolded.
I think that’s how he treats his master like Minwoo’s older brother.
I thought it would be okay to treat my brother as my master only when I received the term ‘assistant’ from my brother, who still didn’t know what I was.
It seems that the teaching assistant that the master mentioned is not a role-play that only takes place at set times.
It’s all part of the teaching assistant, and if the relationship with the owner goes wrong, I’ll erase it, so I accepted it.
Since there was no choice in the first place, it would be more correct to say that I gave up rather than accepted it, but first of all, several spells were cast on the vulva, which always holds a firm place in my belly.
Spells that work 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, not just during role play time.
In addition, the brainwashing that makes it impossible to wear underwear freely and even masturbate is always in operation.
So, after all, I am being trained by my master whether I am awake or sleeping.
Even when the owner doesn’t want it, it’s like being trained by the owner.
It was a role play that I participated in to get closer to Minwoo oppa, but this role play had already swallowed up my daily life before I knew it.
So, have I been deceived by my brother?
Having been deceived, should I be angry with my brother?
…I do not know.
It’s become a relationship that’s far from the relationship I had hoped for, but I’m not sure.
Maybe I’m blind, but my brother is good.
It’s even nice to know that he’s not a human but a demon.
And it’s not bad to receive this teaching assistant.
No, honestly, it’s too good.
I just loved it so much that I almost lost my mind.
Is it good to be an older brother or to be trained?
Or I don’t know if it’s good to be trained by my brother, but I don’t hate this kind of relationship anyway.
‘…Anyway, it’s clear that oppa wants me too.’
It’s not the relationship I hoped for, but it became a close enough relationship that I even had sex with my brother anyway.
It’s not that I didn’t think that the reason my brother approached me was simply because of my body, but it wasn’t like that when I saw him engrave vulva on me and go to the point of brainwashing me to train me.
Rather, I don’t know if it’s a terrible possessive desire.
And even if by any chance my brother only looked at my body and approached me with impure intentions, it was okay if it was my brother.
It meant that the oppa I liked was attracted to me anyway, so it was okay if it was my oppa, even if it wasn’t for another guy.
I wanted to be someone related to my brother.
I would like to be in a relationship with a lover, but in order to do that, I had to start with someone I had a relationship with, so I agreed to this kind of master-servant relationship.
‘…Maybe that’s what happened?’
It’s a little different from what I thought, but anyway, I was one step closer to my goal.
Because I became a person who had a very close relationship with my brother.
Even if it was a romantic relationship with her brother, it would not be an ordinary romantic relationship.
The reason why love between a man and a woman can be established is because of the existence of sexual desire, so it was clear that even if they became lovers, it would not last long if I could not relieve my brother’s sexual desire.
So, even if your relationship with your brother develops to the end, it will probably be a lover, a master-servant relationship.
‘…Even if it’s not between a lover who is a master-servant relationship, I have to go to a master-servant relationship like a lover.’
After the end of the relationship, the person who did not regret it said that he did his best.
So, in order to get closer to my brother, I made up my mind once again that I would do my best to receive this teaching assistant.
…Anyway, I couldn’t lie in bed as I was now.
The crotch was still wet with pussy juice and some of it was dry, but I couldn’t lie down and dirty the bed.
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t wipe between my legs.
When I was wiping my crotch, I couldn’t shake off the thought of trying to soothe the itchy pussy secretly, and the thought of secretly masturbating.
In this state, it was obvious that even if my brother hadn’t banned the shower, I wouldn’t be able to wash.
So, to clear my mind, I leaned back in my chair and laid down with my eyes closed.
It took more than 30 minutes for the thought of washing my body before going to bed was ahead of the impure thought.
However, even when I was wiping between my legs before I thought I had to wipe my body and go to sleep, the light of the vulva was not completely turned off.
Realizing that I was still aroused, the vulva started to light up again, and the crotch I just cleaned eventually started to get wet again.
Really, at this level, an ordinary person’s pussy would dry up, but my pussy was constantly expelling moisture, probably because my brother’s spirit remained in the vulva and there was a spell that changed the absorbed spirit into nutrients.
I ended up putting the clothes I had taken off earlier under my buttocks like a towel and went to sleep.
