As I thrust into Mrs. Oikawa with renewed vigor, my body tensing, my cock swelling, I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure mounting, the inevitable release drawing near. "Fuck yes, I am about to cum," I growled, my voice a low, guttural sound, a promise of the intensity to come.
With a final, powerful thrust, I came, my cock pulsing and jerking as I spilled my seed deep inside her, filling her uterus, coating her walls, marking her as mine. My hot semen gushed from her pussy, a thick, white stream, a testament to the power of my release, the depth of my claim, the intensity of our connection.
I pulled out, my cock glistening with our combined juices, and took a step back, surveying the sight before me. Mrs. Oikawa lay sprawled on the bed, her body slick with sweat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering closed, her consciousness fading, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Huh, looks like she is unconscious now," I chuckled, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I activated my skill, my eyes scanning the readout, taking in the percentage, the progress, the power I held over her. "Heheheheh, let's see how much percentage. Mrs. Oikawa [88%]... Huh, still 88%. How do I bring it to 100%?"
System Absolute Control evolved into Level 4. Know It All. Tsukuyomi has turned into Eternal Reality. [Eternal Reality will limit the target's logic and reasoning in a limited way to ensure the completion of command.] Neuroscience has improved and works more efficiently now.
I activated my skill, my mind delving deep, seeking her weaknesses, her desires, her deepest, darkest needs. "Let me see what's her weak point? Skill Know It All activated. Ohh, her nipples are her weak point.... I have an idea, hehehehe..."
As Mrs. Oikawa stirred, her eyes fluttering open, she found herself in a world of confusion and discomfort. "Hmm- where am I?" she murmured, her voice a groggy, disoriented whisper, the sound of vibrators humming in the background, a constant, insistent reminder of her predicament.
Her eyes widened in shock and horror as she took in the sight of her naked body, the vibrators slowly invading her pussy, her legs tied and spread, her hands cuffed behind her back, her body helpless and exposed. And there, sitting before her, was I, a cup of tea in my hand, a smirk playing on my lips, my eyes glinting with amusement and anticipation.
She tried to scream, to protest, to plead for release, but her cries were muffled, her words incomprehensible, her mouth sealed shut by a ball gag, a silent, desperate plea for mercy, for understanding, for escape.
"Oh, Mrs. Oikawa, you woke up," I said, my voice a low, mocking drawl as I set down my tea, my eyes never leaving hers, holding her gaze, trapping her in my web of power and pleasure. "Want some tea?"
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine, a promise of the intensity to come, the depths of her submission, the heights of her ecstasy. "Oh, I forgot your mouth is sealed," I murmured, reaching out, my fingers deftly untying the gag, freeing her lips, allowing her to speak, to beg, to plead.
She took a deep breath, her body trembling, her mind racing, her words tumbling out in a rush. "What is this? Please, Manager, untie me. My husband would be coming soon..."
I waved a hand dismissively, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. "Oh, worry not. Tell me, how do you like the setup? I was waiting for you to wake up. Now you have opened your eyes..."
I reached out, my hands roaming over her body, teasing and tormenting, my fingers brushing against her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure and pain crashing through her. And as I fastened a collar around her neck, a nipple clamper attached, I could see the realization dawning in her eyes, the understanding of her predicament, the depth of her desire, the power of my command.
"My nipples, aaaaaaahhh, whaaat are—u doing?" she screamed, her voice a guttural, primal sound, a symphony of pain and pleasure, of resistance and surrender, as the clamps bit into her flesh, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body.
I leaned in close, my voice a low, commanding murmur. "Oh, you are liking it, Mrs. Oikawa, too much. Also, you know, until you hit 100, you can't cum. So don't worry, your body will only tingle and arouse, but your orgasm won't come. Hahahahahah..."
As Mrs. Oikawa writhed and moaned, her body a plaything for the vibrators, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire, I could see the effect it was having on her, the way her body responded, the way her mind surrendered, the way her soul begged for more.
"Please, Manager, give me your cock," she begged, her voice a desperate, pleading moan, her body bucking and writhing, seeking more, always more, her pussy clenching around the vibrators, milking them, begging for release. "These slow vibrators, aaaaaaaaaahhhh, what is this feeling? Kyaaaaaaaaaaahh..."
Her nipples were hard and erect, her breasts heaving, her body glistening with sweat and semen, a testament to the intensity of our encounter, the depth of her desire, the power of my claim. Even her boobs had started to turn a reddish pink, a sign of the pleasure and pain, the ecstasy and agony, that raged within her.
"Mr. Manager, please leave me. What is it you want?" she panted, her eyes red and heavy, her tongue lolling out, her lips swollen and bruised, her body a picture of wanton, desperate need, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of surrender and submission.
I leaned in close, my voice a low, commanding growl, my hand fisting her hair, my foot pressing against her stomach, a reminder of my power, my control, my dominance. "Mrs. Oikawa, I will give you what you want, but only if you agree to be my pet slave."
Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling, her mind racing, her soul crying out for release, for fulfillment, for the depths of her desire to be sated, the hunger of her pussy to be fed, the need of her body to be claimed, to be owned, to be mine.
"Wwh-at, pet slave?" she stammered, her voice a mix of shock and awe, of confusion and understanding, of resistance and surrender, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination, her body trembling with anticipation, with need, with the promise of ecstasy to come.
Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, her mouth opening and closing, a silent, stunned question hanging in the air. "[90% completed] Hmm, it's going slow.... I have an idea...." I murmured, a wicked grin spreading across my face, knowing that I held the power, the key to her release, her fulfillment, her ecstasy.
"Mrs. Oikawa, how does it feel to see Mr. Oikawa in this condition?" I asked, my voice a low, mocking drawl, a hint of amusement and dominance in my tone.
"I want cock... give me a cock," she moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper, her body bucking and writhing, her pussy clenching, her nipples aching, begging for release, for fulfillment, for the intensity of my claim.
I chuckled,"Huh, did this bitch lose her sense or what? Hahahahah, let me show her some surprise.... Mr. Oikawa, you can come inside."
The door opened, and in walked Mr. Oikawa, his eyes glazed, his body moving with a strange, mechanical precision, a testament to the power of my skill, the depth of my control, the intensity of my command.
"WHAT?" Mrs. Oikawa screamed, her voice a guttural, primal sound, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief, her senses returning, her mind racing, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire, of confusion and need.
"No, please not him," she begged, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper, her body bucking and writhing, her pussy clenching, her nipples aching, begging for release, for fulfillment, for the intensity of my claim.
"Hello, Manager," Mr. Oikawa said, his voice a low, monotone drawl, a hint of something unnatural, something otherworldly in his gaze. "I was waiting patiently on the door like a guard dog, as you told me. Ohh, good job, Mr. Oikawa."
Mrs. Oikawa's confusion only grew, her eyes darting between us, a silent, desperate plea for understanding, for release, for escape. "Honey-, what are you doing? Why are you naked in front of Mr. Manager?" she asked, her voice a mix of accusation and desperation, her juice dripping from her pussy, a testament to the intensity of her desire, the depth of her need, the power of my claim.
Mr. Oikawa tilted his head, a slow, mechanical motion, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent, unspoken question hanging in the air. "What are you talking about, darling? It's common sense to be naked in the house. But why are you in this position?"
I laughed "Well, I will explain, Mr. Oikawa. Actually—Skill activate: Eternal Reality...."
Mr. Oikawa's eyes widened, a mix of realization and acceptance flashing across his face. "Yes, Manager. You the smartest among us, right? So, I should follow what you said without thinking and without reasoning, right? From today onward, I will worship you, and my thoughts and logic will never get in the way to fulfill your command because it will make me happy just like Mrs Oikawa..
Mrs. Oikawa is enjoying, isn't she, Mrs. Oikawa?"
"Yeeeesssss, this is heavennn," Mrs. Oikawa moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper, her body bucking and writhing, her pussy clenching, her nipples aching, begging for release, for fulfillment, for the intensity of my claim. "Grant me a cock, give me an orgasm. My pussy is exploding."
Skill Activated.
Mr. Oikawa's eyes glazed over, a look of acceptance and understanding washing over his face. "Yes... I should make Manager happy. Yes, it is wise to..."
I smiled, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face, "Okay, now, Mr. Manager, your job is to lick Mrs. Oikawa all over her body and her pussy especially. You know it's tired and it's all dirty. So, like a good dog, please clean it. And I will be returning pretty soon."
As I stepped back into the house, the first thing that struck me was the sticky substance on my foot and the erotic scent that hung heavy in the air. "What is this? Ewww!" I muttered, my nose wrinkling in disgust as I surveyed the scene before me.
There, on the floor, was Mr. Oikawa, still diligently licking Mrs. Oikawa's pussy, his eyes filled with tears, his cock dripping with cum, yet seemingly oblivious to his own state, focused solely on his task. The sight was surreal, a mix of the erotic and the bizarre, a testament to the power of my command and the depths of their submission.
"Woah, what is this scene?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in a mix of shock and amusement. "Mr. Oikawa, stop," I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative, breaking the trance that held him captive.
Mr. Oikawa looked up, his eyes glazed over, a look of devotion and obedience etched on his face. "Ohh, master, you are back. I was licking Mrs. Oikawa as you told me. I have been doing it continuously..."
Mrs. Oikawa, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes barely open, her body trembling with need, pleaded, "Aahh, pleaseeeeeee, someone give meeee a cock. I can't handle it anymore..."
I smiled, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face, knowing that I held the power, the control, the key to their desires, their submissions, their ecstasies. "Mrs. Oikawa, will you now become my pet sex slave?"
Her response was immediate, a desperate, pleading whisper, her voice filled with a mix of relief and surrender. "Aahh, Mr. Manager... I am your pet sex slave, master. Pleasee, give me your cock..."
[MRS. OIKAWA [100%]]
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FIRST LOYAL SLAVE
REWARD:
TELEPATHY WITH YOUR SLAVE: You can talk with your slave anytime and anywhere.BODY SWITCH WITH YOUR SLAVE: Your soul will be inside your slave's body if you wish.PHYSICAL STATUS ALL BOOSTED UP!ETERNAL REALITY HAS TRANSFORMED INTO SUPREME COMMAND: Your command can't be resisted by anyone. OTHER SKILLS ALSO IMPROVED
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down their spines, a promise of the intensity to come, the depths of their submission, the heights of their ecstasy. "Congratulations, Mrs. Oikawa. You have reached 100%. You are now my loyal slave, forever bound to my will, my desire, my command."
100% SLAVE CONTROL HAS BEEN ACHIEVED.
GIVE YOUR SLAVE A NAME AND A PERSONALITY?
I chuckled, a low, amused sound as I considered the request, the power I now held over Mrs. Oikawa, the ability to shape her, mold her, make her into whatever I desired. "Huh, what is this? Now I need to name her and give her a personality? Hmm, let's see. For a name, I should use... Pumpkin. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it. And her personality? Hmm, erase her old personality and her new personality will be a happy pet slave."
I focused my power, my will, my command, and with a single thought, I reshaped her, remolded her, made her anew. "Done."
LOYAL SLAVE: PUMPKIN [PET SLAVE]
Pumpkin looked up at me, her eyes shining with a new light, a mix of devotion and happiness, of submission and contentment. "Yes, Master. I am Pumpkin, your happy pet slave. I live to serve you, to please you, to be whatever you desire."
I smiled, a slow, satisfied grin, knowing that I had created something special, something unique, something that was forever mine, forever bound to my will, my desire, my command. "Good, Pumpkin. You are mine now, forever and always. And I have so many plans for you, so many pleasures to explore, so many depths to delve into. Are you ready for the journey ahead?"
Pumpkin nodded, a eager, enthusiastic bob of her head, a wide, happy smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Master! I am ready for anything, for everything. I live to serve you, to make you happy, to be your perfect, obedient pet slave."