Chapter 27: Chapter 27 – The Hymen Pill

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NAME: Adam Socheron

CLASS: Depraved Time Lord

LEVEL: 22

EXP:45/300

<Strength: 17>

<Agility:20>

<Vitality:20>

<Charisma:2>

<Libido:30>

Available Stat Points: 40

SKILLS:

[Time Stop]

[Eye of Desire]

[Lustful Touch]

[Fertility Control]

[Mind Control]

ITEMS:

[Faceless Mask]

[Slave’s Collar]

[Hymen Pill]

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My body felt weary yet satisfied as I lay back on the bed, my eyes fixed on the status interface displayed before me. A faint smile touched my lips at the significant level increase. My gaze shifted to the list of skills and items, stopping on the newly acquired [Hymen Pill]. As I focused, its detailed description appeared.

[Hymen Pill

-> A single-use pill that can restore a woman’s hymen to a virgin state. Its side effects are permanent and drastic: after her hymen is torn again, her vagina will permanently stretch to accommodate the penis that tore it. This makes her unable to accept any other penis without pain and discomfort. Furthermore, she will develop an exclusive sexual dependency on that specific penis, experiencing intense and frequent orgasms only from its penetration, plunging her into a constant cycle of need and satisfaction.]

Reading the explanation of its permanent side effects, a satisfied hiss escaped my lips. This System truly understood my darkest desires. This pill was absolutely incredible sick. Not only did it restore virginity, but it also bound a woman to me, biologically and psychologically, forever.

Just then, my attention was drawn to movement under the bed. Angeline, her eyes still red and face pale, was obediently licking and stroking my balls.

Thankfully, I managed to talk my way out of it when my [Mind Control] wore off and she didn’t attack me. I then ordered her to pleasure me, so now she was fully conscious while licking my dick.

Should I use the [Hymen Pill] on her? No. I should save this item; it’s too valuable to use right now. I’ll keep it for the right opportunity.

Angeline’s slender hand moved up and down, stroking my shaft, while her warm mouth enveloped the tip. Her expression was blank, but there was no resistance anymore. She was genuinely trying to satisfy me, perhaps hoping this obedience would delay my threat to take her virginity a second time.

“You learn fast, Angel,” I said in a hoarse voice, mocking her as I looked down from above. “A natural talent for being a whore, it seems.”

She heard my taunt. Her body stiffened for a moment, her eyes blinking rapidly as she held back hurt. But she didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her pace. Her hand rubbed faster and harder, while her tongue writhed more wildly around the head of my cock and my balls. Short gasps and soft moans escaped her lips. Her warm breath and skilled tongue made my skin tingle.

“Ah… damn… you really…!” I groaned, my back arching. The sensations she was giving me were almost overwhelming. I could feel the pressure building at my base, approaching the peak.

Seeing I was close to climax, Angeline pulled her mouth away and wet my cock with her saliva to make it slicker. The movements of her hand became more frantic and passionate. Suddenly, with a final thrust, I peaked.

Fuck.

I let out a satisfied hiss, and a hot, white torrent gushed out, splattering onto her cheeks, chin, and lips. A few drops even landed on her damp eyelashes. She coughed lightly, her face contorted in disgust, but her hand didn’t stop stroking until the last drop was out.

“You animal… you bastard…” she muttered softly, her voice hoarse. But she immediately stopped herself, as if remembering my threat. Her widened eyes looked at me with fear.

I snorted. “Now, lick it all up and swallow it. Then thank your Master.”

Angeline’s face turned pale. She looked at me, then at the white fluid on her face and hand. Her breath hitched, as if fighting nausea and the urge to defy me.

Yet, after a few seconds of frozen silence, trembling, she raised her hand and with her delicate fingers, gathered my semen from her cheeks and chin. She stared at it for a moment, before closing her eyes and putting her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.

She then licked the remnants around her lips. When finished, in a voice barely a whisper, she said, “T-Thank you… Master.”

My satisfaction peaked. I grabbed her head and ruffled her hair roughly, like praising an obedient dog. “Good. You’re finally learning.”

Angeline just bowed her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. After a moment, she asked in a faint voice, “C-Can I go now?”

“Go,” I said with a feigned sigh of boredom. “But remember, tomorrow night, you come back here. Your duty isn’t over.”

She nodded quickly, then hurried to pick up her scattered underwear and pants. With trembling hands, she put them on as fast as she could, almost stumbling as she headed for the door. Before leaving, she glanced at me once more, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, hatred, and something else… maybe curiosity? She then opened the door and darted out, leaving me alone in the room filled with the scent of sex and power.

As the door closed, I took a deep breath. I had succeeded. I had broken her defenses, humiliated her, and turned her into an obedient sex slave—at least for now.

But I wasn’t naive. Beneath her earlier obedience, I could see the embers of rebellion still smoldering. She was definitely planning something. But that was fine. I held plenty of cards now.

Focusing on the status interface, I pondered. Forty available stat points were a precious resource not to be wasted. After carefully considering my needs and desires, I began allocating them.

[Strength: 17→ 25]

[Agility: 20→ 35]

[Vitality: 20→ 25]

[Charisma: 2→ 4]

[Libido: 30→ 40]

This time, I decided to raise my Charisma a bit, if only to make the number on my status look nicer. That was my only reason.

My main priority was Agility. In this dangerous world, the ability to dodge, strike quickly, and escape was more valuable than brute strength alone. I increased Strength and Vitality moderately to support this more agile body. And as for Libido… well, that was an investment for my personal satisfaction. The higher it was, the longer I could last and enjoy every session with my future slaves.

As the final point was allocated, a powerful wave of energy instantly swept through my body. My muscles felt tighter, filled with new power, their fibers seemingly renewed. My joints felt lighter and more flexible. My breathing became deeper and steadier, my stamina significantly boosted. And most noticeable, a primal, burning heat surged in my groin, promising stamina and intensity I’d never felt before.

I clenched my fist, feeling the new strength flowing through my arm. I smiled with satisfaction. With these stats, I was now on par with a D-Rank Hunter, maybe even approaching C-Rank. This was a huge leap in power.

My gaze shifted to the wall clock. 4:32 AM. The commotion caused by Angeline and the pleasure she provided had drained my remaining energy.

Now, with a strengthened body but a weary mind, sleepiness finally took over. The room, once filled with the scent of sex and power, now felt quiet and offered peace.

I lay down on the messy bed, closed my eyes, and let the sensation of my body’s changes and the memory of tonight’s victory carry me to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day, with new possibilities and more exciting conquests.

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“I’m so bored.”

Those three words hung in the air, colder and sharper than any blow I’d ever received. In the silent classroom, everyone seemed to be smiling at me. But the most piercing was Yukie’s empty stare—like ice that never melts. When her pale lips moved, the entire room seemed to freeze.

“Take off your clothes,” she said in a flat, bone-chilling tone. “And walk in the hallway.”

My world crumbled. Her four allies beside her immediately burst into painful, mocking laughter, but all I could hear was the frantic beating of my own heart, pounding like a war drum. My legs gave way, forcing me to my knees on the cold floor.

“Please… Yukie, don’t…” my voice choked out tightly. Deep shame spread through me even before I carried out the command. This was more than just humiliation—it was the destruction of the last shred of self-respect I possessed.

But Yukie just looked at me with her unblinking white eyes, as if I were nothing but an insignificant insect. “Didn’t you hear me? Or do you want to feel my ’lovely touch’ again!”

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