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Should I just see this as a change of mood, or is it the magic really taking hold?
[Estimated Magic Value: 38%]
Maybe she's truly starting to succumb to that magic's influence.
Now it's like the only purpose is to receive a cumshot in her throat. In an instant, she starts bobbing her head wildly, sucking my cock as if nothing else matters. She tries her best to use her throat, forcing the cock past her uvula, trying to take in the whole thing to the base.
Up to this point, it's not much different from the usual bitch behaviors I've always seen.
“Huuuuup…♥ Kehk…♥ Heuk…♥ Master…♥ Heup…♥ Heubuuup……♥”
Even as if she's addicted to someone else's magic, Meril is still showing extreme affection toward me. There’s not a hint of that suffering she showed when Anne was harassing her. The tears that well up in her eyes now are just happy expectation, paired with a lovely smile.
So now it seems I should truly use that throat.
Grip.
“Heup…♥”
I grab Meril’s head tightly with both hands. As I pull back until my glans catches at her lips, I fix her head in place.
Then I thrust my hips forward, ramming my cock all the way into her throat in a single motion.
“Huuuuuuup…♥♡♥♡♥”
My glans passes through the uvula and pushes deep into the inside of her throat.
It seems Meril had wanted this forceful blowjob for a while, but her face was filled with pain.
As soon as her uvula is pinned by my glans, her tears which had been barely pooling in her eyes now run down her cheeks.
Clearly she is suffering, barely able to breathe through her mouth, forcing her breaths out through her nose.
“Huuup…♥ Heubuubuuup……♥”
Even so, Meril’s lips squeeze determinedly around my dick, never letting go.
It’s enough to signal she’s totally surrendered her throat to her master, so I don’t hesitate to thrust deeper, driving my cock to the base.
“Huuuuup…♥ Kehk…♥ Kekhk…♥”
As I forced my cock into Meril’s throat, a slick sound echoed from deep within as precum sloshed around, spilling out.
My cock filled her mouth so thoroughly that even if I didn’t move anymore, the tight squeeze around my shaft was deeply satisfying.
When the glans pressed against her uvula and the walls of her throat, even tiny movements made her mouth jiggle noisily and gulping sounds echoed from inside.
The mix of drool and nasal mucus running down her face and onto her chest was vivid.
Just at this, Meril’s situation is probably quite torturous yet she tries to force a happy smile as if more pleased.
I gaze at her face, impaled by my cock, for a moment.
“Huuup♥… Kehk…♥ Heup…♥”
Her face soaked with tears and snot, her chin and cheeks sunken deeply.
She’s obviously in pain, yet she cranes her neck, pulling the root in deeper and tightening her throat around me.
And
[Estimated Magic Value: 39%]
That status display shows the magic value is still steadily climbing.
With a face mixing suffering and pleasure, she looks at me pleadingly, as if wanting to be fed cum as my bitch.
She keeps her lips sealed and remains silent.
During that, as she gets used to the discomfort, Meril begins to squeeze her throat muscles slowly.
“Kehuup…♥ Heuuuuup…♥”
She seems to be squeezing in an effort to please my cock further, and as she gulps her saliva more lewdly, it’s clear she’s doing everything she can to swallow my precum.
As her efforts mount, the squeezing becomes even more satisfying. The glans jammed deep in her throat is squeezed hard, and with every gulp of precum, Meril keeps clenching.
[Estimated Magic Value: 40%]
The value keeps climbing, but I keep silent, focused on what change this magic value might bring to Meril.
Grip.
“Heubup…♥”
I grab Meril’s head and begin thrusting with appropriate force.
“Huuup…♥ Up…♥ Up…♥ Uuuuup…♥”
Each time I push into her throat, the squeeze tightens.
[Estimated Magic Value: 43%]
The rougher the action, the faster the magic value climbs, and Meril’s reactions grow more extreme.
“Huuuuup…♥ Kkehuup…♥ Kehk…♥ Heuk…♥ Heubup…♥”
Each thrust drives my glans into her throat, making her whole body twitch.
Sticky sounds echo inside her throat plastered with precum, and excess drool, forcibly regurgitated while suffocating, runs down her chin.
Yet Meril never tries to pull away. Trusting my grip on her head, she even pushes forward as my glans passes her uvula, gagging each time.
“Kkeehuup…♥ Up…♥ Heup…♥ Chuuuup……♥”
Her lips squeeze firmer, tongue working more rapidly as she licks me eagerly.
Her eyes now glow with happiness, showing she’s acting on her own will.
[Estimated Magic Value: 45%]
In this odd situation, Meril impaled on my cock is looking more depraved than ever.
With bitches, being more depraved always meant greater obsession with their master.
“Heub…♥ Heubup…♥ Master…♥ Heubup…♥ Mast…er…♥ Heubuuup……♥”
Meril’s reaction is a very welcome change. Her throat is full of cock, her breath coming only through her nose, her body trembling with each gulp. Even as she fights to swallow spit, I can see her fighting her own gag reflex, still using her tongue, squeezing harder than a pussy her eyes smiling up at me with unwavering happiness.
[Estimated Magic Value: 47%]
Watching the value rise, I felt curiosity rather than fatigue from the unresolved questions.
The more I thought, the more convinced I was that I wouldn’t lose Meril.
In my experience, Meril’s current reaction is nowhere near normal; you don’t even need to compare with Anne’s case.
I’ve seen first hand what happens when a woman is fully taken by Aris's magic.
Even when I made Seri mine, much less magic brought out more extreme reactions.
If Meril can remain my bitch while half her body is taken by magic, the odds of losing her are very low.
[Estimated Magic Value: 51%]
[Foreign magic value is rising]
So what is it?
Is it a system error?
Or is Meril desperately clinging to her last bit of willpower, determined to stay my bitch?
I kept thinking as my orgasm built
[Master Opa.]
Suddenly, Elina’s voice pierced my thoughts.
[Who are you with? Isn’t it just you and Meril unni...?]
[Uh, yeah?]
[Hmm… that’s weird. It feels like there’s some incredibly suspicious magic mixed in there...]
[Suspicious magic?]
[Yeah, super-duper suspicious!]
I explained to Elina what was happening basically, Anne’s trick to try taking Meril.
[...I don’t think that’s the case.]
[Not?]
[Nope. Elina doesn’t think this magic is Annie’s. That dummy could never handle magic this unusual.]
[...]
After hearing Elina’s explanation, I stopped moving.
She says it’s not mine, not Aris’s or Anne’s, not even Elina’s own magic.
…Then what is it?
