Chapter 252: Begging For Milk

Twitch, twitch, twitch.

The soul-infused Fleshlight attached to my cock continues to tremble.

[Kang Si-eun’s soul wear rate: 98%]

’Is this the limit?’

It was a more precarious balancing act than I had anticipated.

I tried to suppress the wear rate as much as possible with the Fleshlight Collector’s skill, "Fleshlight Touch," but the limit was three times for releasing my thick seed inside.

"Aren’t you doing more? The master’s cock is still hard."

The red-haired Fleshlight, Nami, peeked her head out from my side and asked.

"If we continue, it’ll break. The Fleshlight."

"Normally, you’d struggle and pant, unable to bear it, yet you keep having sex."

"Damaging the soul would be problematic."

"An S-class villain becomes incredibly fragile when their soul is transformed into a Fleshlight. Only able to withstand three times."

What villain could resist such a thing?

Even after indulging, guilt followed my cock.

The pleasurable constriction that accompanied it only served as a temporary respite.

Seeing the cum that I had released three times inside the semi-transparent Fleshlight and the tightening of the soul Fleshlight, my thoughts swirled.

"Now there should be no problem in returning the soul."

"Did you strip away all the aggression and turn it into a fool?"

"Not exactly. It’s similar, though."

"Really? I heard that back in the day, brain surgeries involving the frontal lobe were popular.

"..."

Squeak, squeak...

Nami speaks as she grasps the soul of Fleshlight and strokes my cock with it.

"Don’t equate it with such a violent procedure... Their temperament doesn’t change."

"I see..."

Jab, jab, jab...

Twitch, twitch...

[Kang Si-eun’s soul wear rate: 99%]

"Uh, hey. Hey. Stop it. Their mind will shatter."

"Pfft, the villain’s soul is fragile."

"Nami, do you want to experience that too? I bet you wouldn’t say that."

Twitch.

Nami’s shoulders tensed.

"...I-I apologize..."

Huh?

I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction. She seemed more scared than I anticipated, so I gently embraced her.

"I was just joking. You didn’t do anything wrong, Nami."

"... I’ll listen carefully to you, my master."

Nami continued to stroke her hair to soothe her worries.

"While it’s true that you’re being tormented with cocks, it’s not completely destroying your character... Instead, it’s granting new traits. Erasing the bad ones."

"Bad traits?"

Initially, three characteristics were erased due to three ejaculations.

[Desire to Kill], [Desire to Stuff Humans], and [Nightmarish Sorrow] were among them.

[Twisted Sense of Beauty] and [Death Indulgence] couldn’t be erased.

Perhaps these traits possess something akin to a hidden rank.

That’s my speculation.

「Lustbound」 is a vulgar game, but it’s intermixed with game-like conveniences that seem to have been copied from somewhere else.

It’s likely that Mira enjoys blending elements in such a manner.

In summary, every person has what they consider most important within their personal value system.

And if these values have solidified into traits, it means they aren’t easily changed.

Perhaps, in order to correct the issue, one must repeatedly endure the wear and tear of the character and the touch of the Fleshlight with a craftsman’s mindset, at least 20 times, or as many as 100 times.

...

If the condition for changing another’s soul traits is based on sexual acts, it seems deceptively simple even when taken seriously.

It is indeed simple. Thus, it implies that it is relatively more challenging compared to changing other traits.

Si-eun’s "aesthetic sense," which refers to the feeling of beauty when looking at art that is on the verge of death, could not be altered by merely three sexual encounters.

Instead, I introduced the following traits:

[Adore Master’s Cock]

[Savor Master’s Semen]

[Master’s Cock Scent is the Best]

[Desire Master’s Creampie]

Additionally, there were other traits that had been successfully imprinted, but they were ultimately discarded.

Although the imprinting was successful, the wear rate for those traits was so high that there was a risk of Si-eun experiencing a mental breakdown if they were all applied without restraint.

Furthermore, traits such as "Bloodsucker Constitution" and "Cock Affection," which were learned during the jelly period, presented similar cases.

I acquired knowledge without resorting to transformation skills—merely by softly training and dropping it onto the floor.

Whether it was learned through jelly or the Fleshlight process, all can be considered the same soul modification. Likewise, the wear rate increases due to the burden it places on one’s character.

Now, I have become a phenomenal pervert. I refused to hand over the beautiful, blue-haired, busty girl villain to the textbook for the simple reason that I enjoy cocks—granting me five such traits.

"I’ve gained another big-breasted and pretty junior."

"I’m not certain yet. I can awaken you now. After I rouse you, let’s converse."

Aria mentioned that she’d break away from having sex with the wicked villain.

"And after the conversation? What if I refuse?"

"Then, well... I won’t turn you into a Fleshlight."

Upon uttering those words, I realized something was amiss.

"So you’ll create a sentient Fleshlight, insert a cock into it, force it to think only of its master’s member, and then discard it somewhere? Abandoning a Fleshlight is a crime, you know."

"Is this your way of taking responsibility?"

"That’s right. This villain has become the happiest pussycat after having sex with her master. I have to use her properly. Whenever I get aroused, I’ll put it in."

"..."

Is that so? Coming all the way here to respect the other’s will, intending to have a conversation. It’s nothing but disgusting hypocrisy.

I want to use her as a Fleshlight. Honestly, I liked Si-eun.

Alright...

"Okay. I’ll say it again. I’m curious what kind of Fleshlight Si-eun is. I was just saying I wanted to talk to her."

"What if she’s a truly wicked girl, as Aria said?"

"I’ll make her pay for her sins through the hole that turns me on."

Nami held out her palm.

We naturally give each other a high five.

Clap.

"That’s it! Master."

Isn’t she an apostle sent by Mira?

We make brief eye contact, and just when we’re about to have sex...

A notification appears on the Academy app. It was the end of lunchtime.

"Shall we clean up?"

"Yes!"

"But before that..."

I kissed Nami.

Nami holds tightly to the Fleshlight wrapped around my cock and accepts the kiss.

It was as if... The sentient Fleshlight kept shuddering, causing Si-eun’s cock to covet her pussy while kissing another woman. It was a peculiar sensation.

I shared a deep kiss with Nami, filling her mouth with my saliva. As if she had been waiting for it, she pressed her lips to mine and eagerly sucked. I also fondled her bare breasts.

’It feels good.’

JuboBoboBobo.

Nami extracted the sentient Fleshlight.

"It’s inside the Fleshlight storage, understood?"

"Yes..."

Nami absentmindedly replied, her body flushed with arousal. It would have been simple to skip class and return Si-eun’s jelly to her vagina, but we decided to postpone that for a while.

’I must attend class.’

In the background, I ejaculated on the smithy sister’s pussy and modified the soul of the beautiful girl, but I still needed to fulfill the role of a diligent academy student. After all, I was Liliana’s boyfriend.

"I’ll hold your waist."

"I’ll use the strength, so just provide some support."

I gently lifted Si-eun. In order to smoothly insert her into the Fleshlight storage while lying down, Nami took on the task of guiding Si-eun’s lower body and holding her in place.

Fleshlight storage is complete.

See you later, Si-eun.

"Master, I’ll clean your cock."

"Alright."

Nami naturally knelt down and, with great care, sucked the semen-stained cock.

At that moment, the phone vibrated.

[Liliana]

Come to the dojo. I’ll cover your afternoon class.

It was a summons from the silver-haired, big-breasted student council president.

I shared this news with my girlfriends in our group chat.

[Ren Asahi]

I’m going because Liliana called me.

[Aria]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whyyy

[Elle]

Take care, Ren~.

[Aria]

It’s an abuse of student council power!

Haha.

There are times when I momentarily forget that I’m still in the "Interested Student Process."

But that’s almost over now.

Could that be the reason for today’s summons?

Maybe we’ll have a sweet dojo date as well.

’Sounds nice.’

Just as expected, there were no people in the eastern area of the Infinite Fighting Club.

"Change and come out."

The student council president, wearing a uniform, was warming up. Her breasts seemed ready to overflow, making her appear incredibly erotic.

As soon as I opened the locker in the changing room, unused Fleshlights tumbled out.

"..."

Title: Fantasy Fleshlight

『Cheering Fleshlight?』

『Go Ren, fighting?』

『It’s a Fleshlight modeled after my vagina. Please accept it!!』

I never expected something like a custom-made Fleshlight from a female student whose face I don’t even know.

What kind of academy is this, where an active female student creates proof of her own sexual prowess?

And it’s a limited edition, no less.

Carefully, I place it in my inventory.

"Why are you so late?"

"I was swamped with Fleshlight gifts."

"This is a temporary locker, so there’s no security system installed yet. You understand."

"Well, I’m not even an official club member."

Since it’s a makeshift locker, I understand.

No one has ever touched my real locker, filled with student president merchandise.

It can only be opened with my student ID.

"I’ll help you stretch."

"Hmm?"

Koo-koo-koo.

I press down on the president from behind. Natural skinship!

The president marvels at her legs, stretching flexibly.

"You’re more cooperative today."

"Well... Depending on how you see it, it’s like a date."

"Be serious."

I know that the president has a stern disposition, but I adore it when the two of us skip class and engage in such activities at the dojo. I lean my body in a bit exaggeratedly.

"Something hard keeps making contact with my body."

With her lustrous silver hair cascading down, the student council president gazes back with an imperious expression in her eyes. Ah, I love it!!

The student council president is the best. She’s incredibly beautiful, and her scent is delightful.

"You look lovely today, as well, President."

"...Noisy. Shall we begin?"

"Yes~."

The sparring match commences with a tender atmosphere.

Suddenly, I find myself pinned to the ground.

"Arghh!!"

[『Mask of Evil』 level has increased]

[Training for 『Mask of Evil』 is in progress.]

"Get up."

"Just a moment, President... My boyfriend’s bones could break!"

Ouch!!

I couldn’t even scream as I writhed in pain.

The president shows no mercy today!!

Without a word, she tosses me aside and raises her 『Mask of Evil』 level.

"Don’t utter such feeble words."

No, no,

It was definitely Love, Love, Max Liliana, wasn’t it?!

As the intense confrontation continued, I feared I might truly pass out, so I faced off against Liliana. Despite the difference in our weight classes, Liliana swiftly flipped me over and pinned me to the ground.

"Ugh!!"

For 30 minutes, I rolled on the floor dozens of times.

Exhausted and frustrated, I remained lying down, refusing to get up.

"I won’t do it."

"...Ren?"

"I won’t do it."

"Get up. Stop fooling around."

"I don’t want to. I thought this was a date, but instead, I’m sparring with my boyfriend."

This is an assault!

Liliana appeared slightly taken aback as she observed me lying down.

"No... it’s training. I haven’t been hitting you; I wanted to teach you.

"Ah, whatever. I don’t know. I’m not getting up."

"..."

She stole a quick glance at me.

Usually, as the student council president, she would insist on making me get up even if it took force, but now her eyes seemed to waver slightly.

Is my stubbornness having an effect?!

"I only know this method."

"Why are you beating me, then?"

"I didn’t want you to get hurt by a villain. I can’t watch over you 24 hours a day."

"Why are you so serious again?"

I know she’s worried about me, but it’s hard to accept her approach.

Indeed, I had been attacked by an S-class villain whose soul had been altered and was now residing in Fleshlight storage.

I had yet to disclose this fact to Liliana.

"Chairman, I can protect myself. You know that."

"But I’m worried."

"Do you really need to fuss over this when there’s so little time for doing good deeds?"

"...I’m sorry."

Upon witnessing Liliana’s sincere apology, my cock stiffened.

Her enormous breasts jiggled continuously even as they battled, making it impossible to concentrate.

I spoke while lying down.

"I won’t get up."

"How can I make you take this seriously?"

Ah, the conversation was moving quickly.

"Like before, climb on top of me and let me suck on your breasts."

I boldly requested the breastfeeding play.

"..."

"..."

And then I threw a tantrum.

"I won’t get up if you don’t let me breastfeed."

The chairman, her ears turning red and looking dumbfounded, spoke.

"Ren! Are you a child throwing a tantrum and lying down in a store?"

"Wah!"

Upon hearing my childish ’wah,’ Liliana appeared genuinely flustered.

"Why did I come to like someone like this?"

"Liliana, give me your milk!"

He stretched out his hand like a grand ruler, demanding her milk with even greater confidence.

At that, Liliana let out a defeated sigh.

"There’s no helping it, I suppose."

And she climbed on top of me.