#1 Day 1 Afternoon, Quasi-Sex Experience (Wolyeong – Tentacle Bed, Virtual Sex Experience)

For a moment, I was so startled that I almost jumped back.

However, I didn’t, because Daom-ssi had told me about it beforehand.

“The room’s interior might look a little peculiar. It’s necessary for your training, so please don’t be too surprised and just accept it. 「It’s just a slightly peculiar interior, that’s all」.”

I wondered how peculiar it would be, and it truly was a bizarre sight, enough to make me jump.

If I hadn’t been warned beforehand, I might have blasted it with a spell the moment I saw it.

Anyway, it was an incredibly grotesque and realistic scene.

Just in case, I cautiously touched it, and its texture was also incredibly realistic. It felt like touching a mass of flesh filled with slimy mucus.

Not only that, but whether it was the body odor of these fleshy masses or the constantly exuded mucus, a very foul smell filled the room.

But it wasn’t just foul; it also had a strange addictive quality.

‘It smells like something I’ve smelled before….’

Besides that, the room was extremely hot. I felt the same stuffiness as when I rode a crowded subway during rush hour.

I wanted to take off my clothes, but if I took off my tracksuit, I’d only have underwear on underneath. No matter what, I couldn’t be in just my underwear in a place like this, especially not for training.

……Somehow, I felt a sense of liberation as if I had already taken off my clothes, but it must have been an illusion.

‘And….’

Again, this time I touched a pillar-shaped mass of flesh that extended from the floor to the ceiling.

Hot body temperature. A pulsating sensation. Mucus sticking to my hand. Not only that, but I clearly felt the presence of demon power. It was like a type of demon… or rather, an object made of demon power.

“「Don’t think unnecessary thoughts. These are just ordinary interior decorations, furniture. There’s no way you’d feel demon power or demon energy」.”

Right. There was no way. That this was made of demon power.

This was just a simple interior decoration.

Even if I felt demon energy, it was clearly a misunderstanding.

Thus, I shook off my interest in the astonishing room interior and, as Daom-ssi instructed, approached the center of the room.

There was a fleshy bed there.

The flat, cuboid mass of flesh wriggled as if inviting me to lie on it.

“Wolyeong-nim, do you know what VR is? There are quite a few different VR device models out these days.”

“…I know of it, but… I’ve never tried it.”

“Oh my, that’s perfect then.”

Daom-ssi clapped her hands and smiled.

“「This is also a state-of-the-art VR device」. If you lie here, you can experience various things.”

This… is a machine?

I looked at the fleshy object again.

I was half-skeptical, but as I looked at it, it certainly seemed like a cutting-edge machine. Though I had no idea how it was powered.

“Then please lie down here. This afternoon’s training will be a VR experience practical.”

* * *

-Ufufu, she’s really foolish because of the hypnosis. And cute.

Maid Daom, no, Succubus Daom, watched Wolyeong, who was lying on the Tentacle Bed, her summoned familiar, with incredibly loving eyes.

As Wolyeong carefully lay down on the binding restraint and bed made of tentacles, several tentacles immediately stretched out as if they had been waiting, restraining Wolyeong’s body.

Wolyeong stiffened as if startled, but she quietly accepted the tentacles, believing Daom’s words: “These are all functions of the state-of-the-art VR device~ It’s called 7D, giving you a thorough real-life experience~”

Soon, Wolyeong was completely immobilized by the bed’s restraints.

“Oh my, how cute♡”

Her limbs buried in flesh or tightly bound by tentacles, the sight stirred Daom’s succubus instincts and sadism.

Of course, since today was the first training session, she would control herself to some extent. There would be no insertion, and she would have to refrain from other hardcore activities.

“Ugh… Daom-ssi… Is this, right…? I can’t see anything….”

“That’s because we’re still preparing. Relax your body a bit more, and completely surrender yourself. Then, we’ll begin~”

Soon, as if preparations were complete, the tentacles covering Wolyeong’s eyes were removed.

With her head firmly restrained so she couldn’t escape, another tentacle then moved towards Wolyeong’s face.

It was a large eye. Although integrated with tentacles, it was a familiar of the succubus, a different entity from the tentacles filling the room.

『Hypnotic Eye』.

The succubus’s familiar, also known as a Gazer, can use its large eye to enhance and exert its master succubus’s hypnotic abilities, or change their nature to perform other effects.

“Ah, ahh…!”

“It’s alright, Wolyeong-nim. Look straight ahead, and never take your eyes off it. …You’ll surely experience many, many pleasant things.”

And what it was doing through this familiar now was a re-experience (追體驗) of certain memories.

These were memories of Succubus Daom, or of the many humans she had consumed or shared with, or even highly realistic images that she had created purely from her delusions or fantasies.

Wolyeong was now witnessing the magnificent scenes of sex that Daom was showing her.

Various women being deeply and diversely fucked by various men.

Not just watching a video, but with vivid sensations as if she herself were there.

Wolyeong, unable to take her eyes off the eye-shaped familiar, instantly fell into a daze, drawn into that world.

The woman, an Exorcist, was truly defenseless.

No, wasn’t she a man, not a woman? Anyway, it didn’t matter.

‘To claim to be a man with such a cute, pretty, and lewd female body… Hehe, truly.’

Haa, truly.

The more Daom looked, the more she found Wolyeong to be exactly her type. No, Wolyeong was not only Daom’s type but also a talent capable of being envied or causing jealousy in many others.

Even Daom, who had lived for a long time, had never seen such a talent. She might quickly claim her as her own possession and monopolize her.

“Oh dear. No, no. For now, I must do what needs to be done.”

As Daom gestured, the tentacles wriggled and actively clung to Wolyeong’s body.

Some tentacles spewed a large amount of aphrodisiac mucus onto her body, while others meticulously spread the expelled mucus all over Wolyeong’s body.

Still other tentacles massaged and fondled her erogenous zones and various parts of her body as if caressing them. This was to add a more realistic sensation to the re-experience being provided through the Gazer.

“First, two hours of sex experience, then two hours of sex education, and then the remaining time will be sex experience again… That should work, right?★”

Virtual experience and forced memory injection by the Gazer.

The compressed memories provided by this were unrelated to real-world time.

That is, the actual time and the time Wolyeong was experiencing were completely different.

In real time, it was two hours, but during that time, Wolyeong would undergo approximately 1000 hours of sex re-experience.

Even a simple calculation shows a 500-fold difference. An ordinary woman might not endure even 20 times and could suffer brain damage or break down, but an Exorcist’s body, much sturdier than an ordinary person’s, would be fine.

This was Daom’s judgment, having observed and experimented on countless humans, so it couldn’t be wrong. In fact, she was going easy on her for the first day.

Next, unlike the dream-like sex re-experience, she would inject thick and vivid memories.

At this time, what would be injected were memories of various techniques and sexual fetishes.

Methods of masturbation, methods of sex, ways to please a Dick, and various other things including perverted fetishes and violent play would all be put into her mind.

Habits more severe than those of a whore or a bitch in heat, such as immediately going into heat and losing control upon seeing a Dick, would also be shoved in.

Similarly, if it were an ordinary person, it would be necessary to select what to inject, as not everything could be, but observing Wolyeong’s condition, she planned to inject as many memories as possible.

Because she was a great Exorcist-nim. She hoped Wolyeong would accept all the many experiences and memories.

And she hoped Wolyeong would become an irreversible Dick House and Semen Toilet, showing a shameful appearance, begging for pleasure and fawning.

“This is fun…★”

Hieuk… Euk…

Daom fondled Wolyeong’s erect nipples, muttering in a truly joyful voice.

Originally, she had intended to just watch without touching, but she couldn’t resist and was stimulating Wolyeong’s Clitoris between her legs with her long tongue.

“Uwooooh…♡”

Unable to take her eyes off the Gazer at all, and firmly held by the tentacles, unable to move, Wolyeong arched her back and shot out fluid with a ‘poosh-poosh’, announcing her magnificent Climax.

* * *

-Here? Is this good? This is good, isn’t it. Now, if I do this… Haha! She came again!

-Haak… Euk…!! Good, so good… I didn’t know this… Sex is good… I’ve wasted half my life…!

-Haa, clench your Pussy tighter, you damn Pussy bitch. You damn bitch who can’t do anything but clench your Pussy.

-Aaaaaaah!! Good, so good, more… please do more… Shove your Dick into this sow’s Pussy…! Fuck me…!!

Various memories, various images passed by.

No, to call them images would be inaccurate, as the voices heard and the sensations felt were all so vivid.

At first, she thought she was observing from a third-person perspective. But at some point, she was no longer an audience member but the actor herself.

Herself, happy to be spanked by someone.

Herself, happy to have her Pussy stomped on by someone’s foot.

Herself, surrounded by men and gang-raped.

Herself, with Dicks shoved into both her Pussy and Anus, completely filled, unable to hold back and coming.

Herself, after being teased relentlessly, licking the other person’s shoes and begging for a Dick, and finally receiving a reward and being happy….

Not only the situations, but the backgrounds also kept changing.

Inside a moving bus, inside a motel room, a bathroom filled with steamy mist, a convenience store where people could be seen, or a public toilet where homeless people gathered….

‘I don’t know… I don’t know this… I don’t understand… These aren’t my memories… They’re not, but….’

‘…….’

‘It feels good… The good feeling, it won’t stop.’

‘I like being raped. I like having sex. I want to suck Dick. I like Dick. I like doing it with my Butt. I like being spanked. It feels good to have my breasts sucked. I wish they’d treat me rougher. Hieuk, yes, I’m a female slave. It makes me happy to live as a female slave. I’ll live as a female slave forever♡’

‘I like being treated like a Toilet. I want to drink men’s urine. Hieuk, I like being left in the bathroom. I like being blindfolded and teased. Ha-euk, more, do more. Smelly men, hwaaat, I’m being, raped, but I like it. I’m happy.’

‘I want to get pregnant. I want to be a Surrogate mother. Semen Latrine? What’s that. I like that. I’ll become a Semen Toilet. I’ll become a pregnant seed pouch. Aah, aah, aah… How can I be this happy…!’

And so, Wolyeong, unable to escape the memories being forcibly thrust upon her, just kept falling, falling deeper and deeper….