Guide to tamming vilanesses

As Shin spent a full year inside the lost dimension, outside the tower, time also passed in the blink of an eye. His women were all waiting for him, even though they knew it would probably take a while before they could see him again.

His family was thriving even in his absence. Rika, more radiant than ever, devoted herself completely to the daughter Shin had given her. She raised the girl with fierce tenderness, determined to shape her into a proper woman, strong, loyal, and ready for whatever destiny the bloodline demanded.

The household ran smoothly under her care, every detail arranged so that when Shin finally returned, nothing would feel broken or incomplete.

Still, among them all, one girl held a privilege the others did not. Ana.

She spent every day admiring the heart-shaped tattoo that sat close to her womb, the permanent mark that proved her love and absolute devotion to Shin.

More than a symbol of affection, it was evidence. She was a chosen one. Specifically, she had inherited the hypnosis system.

Liel's had been able to transfer in that long-ago moment when she tried experimenting.

After fully becoming a chosen one, Ana trained the system relentlessly, pushing its power higher and higher, refining control, depth, and reach. She was anxious — no, desperate — to meet that man again.

And thinking about that, just one day before entering the tower, Ana sat alone in the quiet room, the same plain wooden chair she always used when the need became too strong to ignore.

The door was locked. The curtains drawn. Soft afternoon light filtered through the fabric, painting her skin in muted gold. She wore only the thin white tank top that clung to her like a second skin and the black lace panties that sat low on her hips. Nothing else.

The black choker with its silver O-ring rested snug against her throat, a constant reminder of who owned her.

She stared at nothing while her mind filled with him.

Shin.

The name alone made her thighs press together. She had waited a full year. A year of leveling up the hypnosis system until it answered her like a living thing.

A year of touching herself in the dark while whispering his name, of pressing her fingers against her hot cunt. A year of imagining the moment he would look at her again and see exactly what she had become for him.

She spread her legs wider on the chair, knees falling open until the outer edges of her thighs rested against the wooden arms.

The black lace of her panties was already damp. She could smell herself, sweet, needy, shameless. With two fingers she pulled the thin fabric aside, exposing the flushed, glistening folds beneath.

Ana drove two fingers straight into herself, hard and deep, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. A sharp, broken moan tore from her throat.

Her other hand shoved the white tank top up, baring her small, firm breasts. The fabric was so sheer it had already shown everything; now it bunched beneath her collarbone while her fingers pinched and rolled a stiff nipple until the sting made her hips jerk.

"Shin…" The name left her in a ragged whisper. "Master… owner… please…"

She fucked herself brutally, three fingers now, curling and thrusting with no mercy. The chair creaked under the force of her movements. Her free hand left her breast and gripped the O-ring of the choker, yanking it tight enough that her breath hitched.

The pressure at her throat made everything sharper, the stretch of her cunt, the wet slap of her palm against her clit, the way the heart tattoo seemed to burn hotter against her lower belly.

She was his. Completely. She had trained it so that the moment he spoke a single command, her body and mind would fold open for him without resistance.

She wanted that. Needed it. The thought of kneeling at his feet again, of feeling his hand in her hair, of hearing him say she was still his good girl after all this time, it pushed her closer to the edge.

Ana's head fell back against the chair. Her green eyes were glassy, unfocused, lips shiny with spit where she had bitten them.

She looked exactly like a whore in need… Good! She wished Shin was there… She wanted him to see her like this. She wanted him to find her already ruined and open, already dripping for him, already half-insane with waiting.

"Please come back," she whispered, voice cracking. "Please use me. Please turn my useless body into your fuck toy. I'll do anything. I'll be anything. Just come back and take what's yours."

Her fingers moved faster, brutal and relentless. She added a fourth, stretching herself open until the burn made her cry out. The lace of her panties cut into the soft flesh of her hips. Her thighs trembled.

"Fuck!" She screamed loudly.

The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her back arched hard, spine lifting off the chair, toes curling against the floor. A broken, high sound left her throat as her cunt clenched around her fingers in violent pulses. Wetness spilled over her hand and down onto the wooden seat. She kept thrusting through it, riding the peak until her legs shook and her vision blurred.

Even after the climax faded, she did not stop. She slowed, but her fingers stayed inside, gently rocking, already chasing the next one. Her free hand stroked the heart tattoo over and over, as if she could press the memory of him deeper into her skin.

"I'm still yours," she murmured to the empty room, voice soft and a little mad. "I'm going to you, and I promise I will be useful, my owner!"

Her body trembled in pleasure thinking of him again, and Ana smiled, eyes burning with devotion. Soon she would be able to meet him again;

She was so anxious to finally meet him again, her body couldn't wait a second longer.