The DM changes the rules

Rod of Mastery (Lesser Magic Item)(Permanent)

Inflicts 1d20 stacks of Pleasure (debuff) per strike.

Pleasure (Debuff)(Stacking)

Percentage increase to the pleasurable feedback of the sensation of being struck.

Kevin stared at the extended silver baton in his hand with trepidation.

Am I really going to do this?

On the one hand, it wasn’t as though Hwa had given him a lot of choice. He’d done his best to let the kumiho go about her business apart from when Lilith had **** them together, ever since she’d made it clear from that she wanted nothing to do with him.

When she’d done whatever she’d done to Penny, though—he still didn’t have the details there—Hwa had proved that she couldn’t be allowed to run wild.

On the other hand—what Kevin had planned was basically unforgivable.

Worse, it was exactly the kind of unforgivable act that Lilith wanted him to embrace.

The hostess’ fingerprints were all over the situation. The new transformation Hwa had received—one which Kevin had to assume she’d gotten when she was on her own in the dungeon—fit the same pattern Lilith had shown with Elsie. Each of the brownie’s three initial class abilities were designed to **** her to not only participate in the games, but to encourage others to do so as well.

That Elsie was doing as well as she seemed was only because she’d chosen to take the path of least resistance and go with the flow of the transformations rather than fighting against them.

Hwa’s abilities—including the new one—were obviously intended to work together to **** their own kind of outcome. Only for the Korean fox spirit, the results weren’t going to be as benign as Elsie’s. The English girl came out of the first day as a sluttier version of herself, sure, but as far as Kevin could tell, her personality was more or less intact otherwise.

Hwa’s abilities were designed to set her up so that Kevin could put her under his control.

Whether she wanted it or not.

Oh, the kumiho was obviously incredibly turned on at the moment—Binding Bargains guaranteed that she’d find her current situation erotic, and between Reap Essence and Dangerous Beauty Hwa’s body was a mass of raw nerves that were ready to erupt at the slightest touch.

The evidence was overwhelming. Even if Kevin couldn’t see the 10 next to the water drop icon above her head, the rivulets of sticky nectar which ran down her thighs were unmistakable. Her nipples were incredibly stiff, her face, neck, and breasts were flushed, and he didn’t think that she was aware of it, but her hips had started shifting slowly even before she’d come back to full consciousness.

By every metric and indicator, this was a woman who was not just into what was happening to her, but enthusiastically, ecstatically, overwhelmingly aroused by her situation.

Unfortunately, he could also see the number next to the heart above her head. It had started as a 2, and had dropped to a 1 sometime in the last few minutes since she realized that he was the one holding her captive.

“…and if you think for even one moment that when I find some way to slip Lily’s chains, I will not immediately take the opportunity to ensnare you and consume your flesh, you should reconsider. The moment—the moment—that I am free, I will do everything in my power to see that you end up in my pot!”

She had started her response with not one, but three ‘How dare you?’s, and had only gotten more vehement from there. It was impressive, in a way, that she was maintaining that level of acrimonious scorn as she demanded he unchain her, even while her body was screaming for release of a very different kind.

She even meant it—or some of it—as far as he could tell. Binding Bargains didn’t seem to work off of objective reality, it just signaled whether or not Hwa thought she was telling the truth. She could still be wrong, she just couldn’t really deceive him.

There was probably still wiggle room there, if she cared to take the time to figure it out, but in her current state it didn’t seem like she would.

I can take control of her. Lilith all but handed me her leash.

I just have to decide to seize it. Before yesterday, I probably wouldn’t have. Even after what she did to Penny, but—

That’s not the kind of relationship I can afford to have.

Hwa’s words cut off mid-sentence with a cry of pleasure and surprise as Kevin brought down the metal rod against her exposed backside. Bright golden sparks flew as it made contact, cascading over the kumiho’s pale skin even as a line of red appeared where he’d struck.

1d20 Result: 7

Total Pleasure Stacks: 7

“You know, before coming on this show, I wouldn’t even have known what a milking bench was.” Hwa remained silent as Kevin spoke, stunned by the unexpected pleasure of the blow and the apparent non sequitur. “It was only after Hazel’s new background won, and Lilith changed my personal history that the idea popped into my head. The first time around—my original timeline—I didn’t date much. Oh, I had a few girlfriends, but nothing all that adventurous or exciting.”

Hwa licked her lips—the motion exaggeratedly sensual thanks to the permanently plump, wet look Dangerous Beauty had given her—then parted them to speak. Kevin brought the rod down against her backside again to interrupt her, and once more caused a cascade of pleasure to run through the busty fox spirit’s naked body.

1d20 Result: 11

Total Pleasure Stacks: 18

“Now, instead, I have several memories of new relationships. BDSM, polyamory—one really adventurous birthday party that turned into a full orgy. That one is a little blurry since I was pretty drunk at the time. The girl who was really into bondage, though? It only lasted a few months before she moved, but I learned a lot in that time.”

Kevin swung the rod lightly and let it flick across Hwa’s left nipple. The kumiho was resting on all fours with her wrists and ankles tied to the milking bench that the castle staff had provided. It also supported her shoulders and abdomen, but a padded board in the middle had been removed to allow her massively oversized breasts to hang freely below her, unsupported and exposed.

1d20 Result: 6

Total Pleasure Stacks: 23

Hwa let out a furious shriek, but it was robbed of much of the heat by the somewhat pleading whimper it turned into as it died down. The padded leather bench rattled as she tried to jump in response, but she was trapped in position by the chains and the shape of her own body and the only result was her ridiculously oversized tits swinging wildly beneath her.

“Interesting, the stacks wear off a little faster than I would have assumed,” Kevin commented as he saw that the result was already one lower than he expected. He followed up with another smack of the rod across Hwa’s considerable booty that sent another wave of motion surging through her, though this one looked suspiciously like an attempt to lift her ass up in invitation.

“Here’s how this is going to work. As soon as you can tell me, honestly, that you are ready to work with the rest of the party, including me, rather than for your own ends, I will let you go.”

Hwa managed to recover herself enough to sneer. “And you’ll **** me until I do?”

This time, Kevin touched the very tip of the extended silver rod to the inside of Hwa’s left thigh. The contact was soft enough that it didn’t trigger the striking effect, but the kumiho still shivered unconsciously at the contact. He used it to push at the pliant pale flesh, exposing more of her swollen sex as he commented, “You seem to be enjoying it well enough. Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t done worse to others?”

Kevin couldn’t see Hwa’s eyes through the leather blindfold buckled over her head, but could still feel her glare. She didn’t answer, though, so rather than wait he asked, “Can you tell me that you are ready to cooperate instead of working against everyone else?”

“Nnn-I will do what is required of me.”

“Interesting. You managed to both dodge the question, and lie.” The rod struck against Hwa’s backside again, then again, then again. None of the blows were particularly hard—Kevin’s intent wasn’t to cause actual harm, but each line they left stood out against the Korean woman’s pale flesh in rosy red.

1d20 Result: 18

1d20 Result: 17

1d20 Result: 13

Total Pleasure Stacks: 69

“Nice.” This time, the moan that escaped Hwa’s lips was unmistakably erotic. “It looks like each stack is about a 1% increase to how pleasurable being struck by the rod is. I imagine that even if you don’t have a masochistic bone in your body, after a while it’d feel pretty amazing, and you? I’m pretty sure Lilith wanted to make sure you’d be into this.”

Kevin struck again.

1d20 Result: 20

Total Pleasure Stacks: 89

Hwa came. Her entire body shuddered against the restraints, chains clinking as she strained against them, but the bondage furniture was exceptionally well made.

When Kevin had asked the castle staff if they had something available, not only had the answer been an affirmative, they’d offered him a shockingly wide selection presented by a pink-haired woman with furry triangle animal ears that stuck out above her head.

“Y-you think that **** me will break me?” Even shuddering as she tried to catch her breath and recover, Hwa’s voice still held scorn.

“Don’t plan to. Don’t need to.” Kevin brought down the rod with another cascade of golden sparks that danced across Hwa’s body.

1d20 Result: 11

Total Pleasure Stacks: 99

Unable to help herself, Hwa came again. Kevin watched as the swollen lips of her hairless sex pulsed rapidly around an object that wasn’t there, reflexively attempting to milk the cock her new body had been made for. “I’m just doing this to make sure the numbers are in my favor.”

Hwa let out a mewling sound that was surprisingly cute. A moment later, when she’d gathered her thoughts enough, she asked an eloquent, “What?”

Kevin stepped around to Hwa’s right and let the rod arc through the air until it tapped against her hanging breast. The strike was soft, but still managed to cascade golden sparks across the Korean woman’s body.

1d20 Result: 5

Total Pleasure Stacks: 104

Hwa’s huge tits jiggled as her chest shook in response, and Kevin watched a strand of drool begin to drip off of her lower lip and onto the carpet beneath. He did it again, a little harder—this time leaving a faint red line across her right breast as he **** out another orgasm.

Only this time, he didn’t give her time to recover.

Ass, thighs, breasts, nipples—the DM was relentless as he walked circles around Hwa, delivering blow after blow that turned Hwa into a drooling, whimpering, shuddering mess.

He kept careful count of her orgasms—as best he could, at least—and only stopped when she’d passed twelve. The invectives she tried to shout at the beginning quickly devolved into wordless moans of ecstasy as Hwa’s oversexed body overrode her self control again, and again, and again.

Kevin stepped away from Hwa and refilled the glass he’d given her earlier from the pitcher beside it. It took the witch a moment to realize what was happening when he placed the straw in her mouth, but as soon as she did she sucked at it greedily.

He let her keep at it until half the glass was gone, then pulled the straw from her lips. She whimpered, and he gave a faint smile. “Give yourself a little time to absorb it.” Despite the words, a moment later he returned the straw to her until Hwa had finished the glass.

Walking over to return it to the table, Kevin finally explained, “Part of the transformation says that you won’t be aware of it, so I’m not sure how well you’ll be able to understand this, but in the interest of fairness, I’m going to give it a try. At some point, you accepted a boon from Lilith—To The Victor.”

Competitive (Lily's Boon) To The Victor - Insatiable

(Passive) Any time Hwa engages in a sexual encounter, all participants grow steadily more sensitive to pleasure until all but one have yielded or become incapacitated.

(Active) At the end of a sexual encounter, the participant who was orgasmed the lowest number of times is deemed the winner and granted Xd8 GP, where X is the total number of orgasms achieved throughout the encounter. Hwa is given access to an underworld connection who can sell her tools and temporary boons to help her win these encounters. Hwa will find herself driven to defeat any other individuals who have previously bested her by these rules. She will be unable to recognize this addendum to the boon, and will rationalize her own behavior to herself and others.

“The part that’s being blocked from you is that you will be driven to defeat anyone who previously bested you—who gave you more orgasms than you gave them.”

“Of course I’ll try to defeat them.” Hwa’s voice was slightly cracked, even with the glass of water she’d just finished. “It is only right that I should be the victor.”

Kevin shook his head, but didn’t try to press the point. “However you rationalize it, it’s what set you off with Penny last night. Your mouth and tongue are so sensitive that you kept making yourself cum while eating her out, and you weren’t willing to give up until you were going to ‘win.’ Even after she passed out and the contest was over, by the way.”

“The contest is over when I say it’s over…”

Hwa’s muttered response was ignored by the DM, who instead asked, “Are you ready to cooperate with the party rather than just being out for yourself?”

“You will not make me into a fawning sycophant like your little fairy.” Hwa’s tone managed to be both sullen and insulting.

“I’m not looking for a fawning sycophant, Hwa. I just need to know that you aren’t going to be a danger to everyone else. Fine. Have it your way.”

Kevin reached down and unfastened his robe. Rather than dress himself in one of the outfits more suited to adventuring, he’d ducked into the closet earlier and picked out something easy to put on and take off. To The Victor was already fully in effect, and while he hadn’t so much as touched himself, each of Hwa’s orgasms had already served to increase his own sensitivity. Even the brush of the soft cloth against the head of his dick was enough to make him sway in place as a ripple of pleasure rolled through him, and his tip was already slick with precum—which caused Hwa to freeze the moment it was exposed to the air of the Master’s Suite.

Kevin let the robe fall to the carpet and walked in front of the kumiho. Bound atop the bondage furniture, Hwa was unable to move much more than her head, but even with a leather blindfold covering her eyes, her attention remained fixed on his dick as he stood before her. He watched as her nostrils flared, working hard to pick up more of his scent. Her jaw dropped slightly open and another strand of drool began to accumulate on her lower lip as her mouth watered.

Kevin stood, unmoving, as Hwa strained against the bonds. This time, though, she wasn’t trying to escape her imprisonment. Instead, the glowing-eyed Korean spirit struggled and strained against the chains which held her as she strained silently to move her mouth forward until she could wrap her lips around the mouthwatering treat she could smell but not see.

She couldn’t reach, and after a few moments, her rising frustration managed to break through her fugue. She let out a hungry little whimper that caused Kevin’s dick to twitch. It transitioned into a hiss partway through, and the blindfolded kumiho’s head cocked as she tried to orient on the DM. “I—what have you done to me?”

Knowing what Hwa had done to Penny the night before, the irony was not lost in Kevin. He shook his head, then explained, “Most of what you’re experiencing was already there, I just stopped going out of my way to avoid it. I don’t want to hurt you, Hwa, and I don’t really want to change you, but I meant what I said earlier. If you can’t help but harm the others, it’s my responsibility to take whatever steps I have to in order to protect them.”

He took a half step forward and Hwa’s mouth opened on instinct as his scent intensified. Behind her, a silken white fox tail slowly unfolded from the base of her spine and began to wave hypnotically in the air behind her, then another, and then another still. The sight of the Korean woman—naked, blindfolded, enormous tits hanging freely below her while she drooled at the scent of his dick—was enough to send a shiver through Kevin’s spine. He nearly followed up with another step, then steeled himself and ordered, “If you can think of another way, I’m open to suggestions. I don’t want to do this.”

Unlike the kumiho, Kevin could lie freely to his captive—or to himself.

Even as the words left his lips, he wondered if he was doing so now, as a part of him cried out to close the remaining few inches and let those permanently wet, luscious lips do what they were made to do.

From the way the surprisingly delicate pink tongue kept slipping out from between Hwa’s lips, the action wouldn’t even be unwelcome. Blindfolded, the kumiho’s head moved to follow each twitch of his dick through the air as a shiver ran through Kevin that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

She swallowed the drool building up in her mouth in anticipation and breathed, “You can trust me.”

Accompanying the words, the rest of Hwa’s complement of tails unfurled and began to weave through the air, but even the hypnotic pull of that magic wasn’t enough to override Binding Bargains. The absence of truth was like an off-key note in the otherwise beautiful harmonious purr of the witch’s words, and Kevin shook his head. “Not good enough, Hwa.”

He steeled himself, and stepped forward.

Without hesitation Hwa’s lips closed around the head of his cock. Wet, welcoming heat enveloped him and sent a shiver up Kevin’s spine as the kumiho latched on like a starving child to its mother’s teat. A moan of pleasure reverberated from her throat, and the tails behind her shifted from frantic to a slow, contented, almost languid weaving.

Kevin reached his hand down and rested it against Hwa’s hair. Black as night, the silken strands were soft beneath his fingers, and he found his touch running along them on instinct.

Petting her.

Both he and the witch realized what he was doing a moment later. He stopped, and she jerked her head to the side—but not far enough to dislodge her mouth now that she’d captured him. Indeed, even as she tried to glare up at him through the blindfold, her tongue lavished attention on the tip of his dick as she attempted to milk him for every droplet of pre-cum she could.

Slightly more cautiously, Kevin reached a hand down. This time, he rested it on the woman’s bare shoulder, and while she went still at his touch, she didn’t attempt to pull away.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Kevin was surprised by how steady his voice sounded. With the steady suction Hwa applied and the feel of her tongue dancing against the head of his dick, he’d half expected that to come out as a squeak, but he managed something akin to steady calm. “You’re going to cum for me. A lot. To The Victor means that every time you do, you’re going to feel obligated to make me cum more. Right?”

A frustrated half-growl, half-whimper boiled out of Hwa before she could stop it, which Kevin took as acknowledgment. “With your lips as sensitive as they are, there’s no way you’re going to be able to win. In fact—” He glanced at the flashing numbers over her head. While the heart was currently sitting at a 1, Hwa’s arousal was at a 10 and flashing red. “—you’re halfway to cumming already, and we’ve barely gotten started.”

Kevin felt his hips move automatically in response to a particularly fervent tongue-lashing from Hwa, and he **** them to still before he went on. “Every time you do, I’m going to stop and ask you if you’re ready to promise to work with the group instead of against it. As soon as you can honestly tell me that you are, I’m going to let you out and let you start working your way towards even—at least until you tell me that the pressure from To The Victor has diminished enough that you can handle it. As simple as that.” He paused, very briefly, then asked, “Do you understand?”

Hwa stayed silent, until Kevin spoke up slightly and asked again, “Do you understand?”

To his surprise, the whimpering sound she let out to agree was accompanied by the heart number above her head increasing from a 1 to a 2.

That’s going to take some time to unpack.

Kevin shelved the thought for the moment, looked down, and started to slowly pump his hips.