There was something extremely perverse about Michiko's reddened pussy, where a thick, white trail of my semen was leaking from.
An obscene masterpiece, the kind of thing that could drive a man insane with lust all over again.
"Whew… I'm getting an erection again… I feel like I can keep doing this over and over."
In the past, I once spent about two days with my girlfriend during a lockdown, and those two days of nothing but raw, nonstop fucking had taught me a valuable lesson: hydration is key.
Luckily, this was a dream, and I didn't have to care about such details.
No cramps, no exhaustion, just pure, unadulterated stamina.
"I could go all day. All fucking night."
With a grin, I slammed my cock back into her pussyhole.
"Haaangh~"
Currently, Michiko was on all fours with her face pressed against the floor and her ass presented to me like an offering, so I gripped the soft, tender flesh of her butt and started to pound her pussy.
"Your pussy is sucking my cock so tightly."
My tone became mocking as I sneered. "You love this cock, don't you? Bet it's bigger than your husband's, isn't it?"
"Mmmmm… ah, oh… T-Takashi, stop…" Michiko's voice was muffled by the floor, and she could only whimper in a low voice.
"I have a husband… You can't… Oh, no~"
Of course, her protests were now nothing more than a joke. The way she pushed back her hips against me told the real story.
'Looks like she has finally figured it out.'
This slut knew her protests were just gasoline on my fire, and now, she was deliberately using them to get fucked even harder by me.
"Husband? What husband?" I laughed, yanking her head back by her hair. "I'm your husband now!"
Since she wanted to be fucked harder, I would fuck her harder.
"Oh, please, huh~ It's too fast, uh~ Don't… don't do this, uh~ If you keep going, oh~ Auntie can't take it anymore, huh~"
Right away, as I increased the force, her words turned into a string of helpless, broken moans as her eyes rolled back due to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through her mind with each thrust.
"Don't want what, you little slut? You're nothing but my personal cum dumpster. You think I didn't see you staring at my dick at every chance you got? Ever since you wrapped your lips around it, all you've been able to think about is this, haven't you?"
How could I let Michiko go? The speed of my lower body only got faster and faster. I was determined to fuck her straight to heaven.
"Aah! Oh god, I—I can't! Ah, ah, I'm coming! I'm COMING!"
The words were bursting from her throat as a scream. Michiko's mind went blank from the intense fucking, a white-hot void of pure sensation, and she was quickly hit by another overwhelming orgasm.
"Hah… Oh god, it feels so good… ahhh~"
Michiko collapsed limply onto the bed. She had never experienced something this intense in her life.
Looking down at her wrecked, blissed-out form, my lips twisted into a cruel smirk.
"Still got some fight in you, huh, slut? Don't worry. I'll keep fucking you until the only name you remember is mine."
I pulled my glistening cock out of her spent pussy, walked to Michiko's face, and inserted my dick directly into her mouth.
"Mmmph—gah—!"
Her eyes shot open, wide with shock as I began to use her mouth like the toy it was now.
She was completely at my mercy, like a beautiful puppet with my hand pulling all the strings.
"Hehehe."
***
Early morning—
"No!!!"
Michiko shot upright in bed as her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her eyes darted around the familiar, sun-drenched room, neatly made, with the family photos on the dresser.
It was all normal. It was all real.
A wave of relief washed over her, followed immediately by a tide of disbelief. It was just a dream.
But it couldn't have been. The memories were branded into her mind, too raw, too vivid to be a simple nightmare.
She quickly pulled back the quilt, revealing the large, dark patch of her vaginal fluids soaking the sheets.
"Last night's dream…"
The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine.
Her hand, moving on its own, slid down the curve of her stomach, tracing the line between her buttocks as she subconsciously swallowed a dry gulp of air.
After that day, the world was never the same for Michiko.
I would use Dream Gun on Michiko at least two to three times a week and invade her dreams.
Each night, as Michiko slept, I would slip into her dream and fuck her again and again in every conceivable way.
She was the blank canvas I was painting with my depraved desires.
At first, she'd wake up and try to convince herself it was just a nightmare, a stress-induced fantasy. But after the third time, the line between her dreams and reality began to blur.
Even when I wasn't using Dream Gun, she would sometimes wake up flushed, panting, with a phantom satisfaction and a desperate, gnawing ache for more.
The daily aphrodisiacs I mixed into her morning tea and evening meal only stoked the flames.
Her days became a fog of lust.
I could see her breath hitch when a breeze brushed her skin, her nipples would grow into hard points through the fabric of her shirts, and at other times she would press her thighs together.
She was spiraling down into the abyss I had so carefully crafted for her. And I, the patient spider in the center of my web, was simply waiting for her to hit the bottom.
Luckily, I didn't have to wait for long, as one morning I was greeted not only by the sunlight seeping through the window sills but also by the familiar, satisfying blue glow of a system notification appearing in front of my eyes.
[Congratulations on irrevocably shattering the line between dream and reality for a key female character, Michiko Minamoto. She now unconsciously craves the user's touch.]
[Corruption: 60%. Obedience: 51%.]
[Reward: Skill "Eros Touch"]
❖——[Eros Touch]——❖
Description:
This ability allows the user to make anyone feel intense sexual pleasure just by touching them. The user can make the target feel aroused or even force them to orgasm instantly while having complete control over the intensity of the pleasure and orgasm.
Pleasure Modes:
* Fleeting Touch: The pleasure is purely physical and fades away quickly, leaving the target confused but with no lasting memory of the event.
* Lasting Imprint: The pleasure is burned into their mind. The experience is unforgettable, creating a powerful psychological link and obsession with you.
Activation Limitation:
Works through up to two layers of clothing, but not through more.
❖———————————❖
For a moment, I couldn't help but stare at the system notification panel as my eyes practically devoured the text on the screen.
After all, it was a skill. A real fucking skill.
I shot up from my bed as fast as I could and shouted, with my fist up.
"Hell yeah!"
This was it. This was what I'd been waiting for.
I finally had something that actually made me feel like the soon-to-be God of Lust, not some con artist using cheap human aphrodisiacs.
This was the real deal, the kind of shit I'd only ever read about in those fantasy hentai novels.
'Man, if this thing came with Hypnotic Eyes or one of those Hypnosis Apps, I'd be set for life.'
But hey, I wasn't greedy.
I knew that as long as I continued on this journey with my God of Lust System and kept conquering these bitches, I would eventually reach a stage where just a look from me would be enough to make anyone—a man, woman, or even a god—drop to their knees and be absolutely subservient to me.
Anyway, now that I had this skill and Michiko was already on the verge of falling, like a ripe fruit just waiting to be plucked, I knew it was time to act on her in reality and personally lead her down into my abyss of lust.
Dring ring~
Suddenly, at that moment, the digital ring of my phone brought me out of my fantasies, making me displeased, but not for long. Because the call was from my secretary, who gave me more good news.
"You mean Tamako has agreed?"
—"Yes, boss. Under the circumstances I just mentioned, she has indeed agreed. After all, she has no other choice left." She said in an evil, mischievous voice, making me laugh out loud.
"Hahaha! Excellent work. Go get your bonus from the accountant."
"Wohoo! Thanks, boss! Love you so much!"
I hung up, tossing the phone onto my bed as the smile on my face only grew wider.
"Three pieces of good news back-to-back! Today is really a good day."
So I decided to ride this wave of good luck and hit a home run.
"Alright, let's make a plan," I said to the empty room, rubbing my hands together. "Daytime for Tamako, nighttime for my dear Michiko. A full schedule."
I chuckled in a low, predatory voice.
"It's time to start training my bitch number two, Tamako Nobi, or should I call you... My best friend Nobita's mom? Hehehe."