MISSION 3: Mirror, Mirror

Deep beneath SM Entertainment’s main building, Sub-Level 7 — the true heart of the Igawa-lineage academy — was alive with controlled chaos.

The basement command center was a dimly lit nerve hub of holographic displays, glowing Taima particle monitors, and rows of operators wearing headsets. Red emergency runes pulsed across every screen the moment Karina’s distress signal sliced through the demonic jamming.

“—SYNK-01 to base! Stage Omega compromised! Winter is under heavy corruption! Requesting immediate extraction support— repeat, the Eternal Encore preview is live!”

The lead operator’s fingers flew across the console. “Signal confirmed. aespa SYNK team engaged. Winter’s vitals are showing critical inversion spikes.”

A second operator was already on her feet, voice tight. “I’ll take it to the High Commander personally.”

She sprinted down the reinforced corridor, heels clicking against the polished floor, data slate clutched in one hand. The message replayed in her earpiece on loop — Karina’s raw, desperate voice cutting through static. By the time she reached the heavy double doors of the main training hall, two elite guards stepped aside without a word.

Inside the vast, high-ceilinged training room, the air hummed with latent Taima energy and the faint scent of sweat and leather.

BoA stood at the center of the sparring circle like a queen holding court. Her long white coat, trimmed in sharp purple accents, hung open like a ceremonial robe, revealing the full erotic authority of her training outfit. A black leather corset hugged her torso, pushing her breasts up into a deep, lace-trimmed cleavage framed by a loose purple tie that dangled teasingly between them. The white high-slit skirt with purple lining flowed around her thighs, black garter straps and sheer black stockings visible with every step. Fingerless black leather gloves with purple gem accents completed the look — elegant, dominant, and unmistakably Taimanin.

She was in the middle of a private resistance training session with the academy’s newest elite male trainee — you.

You knelt in the center of the circle, shirtless, sweat glistening on your toned chest and abs, wearing only the standard black training pants of a Gosha cadet. Your wrists were currently bound behind your back by soft but unbreakable Taima silk ropes — part of the simulation. BoA stood over you, one stiletto heel planted between your spread knees, the slit of her white skirt falling open to reveal the smooth skin of her thigh and the lacy edge of her garter.

“Focus, trainee,” BoA’s voice was low, commanding, and velvet-smooth. She circled you slowly, the long white coat swaying like a cape. “Demons don’t fight fair. They don’t punch or slash. They fuck you until your mind breaks. And when they do…” She stopped in front of you, tilting your chin up with one gloved finger so you had to look directly into her sharp, beautiful eyes. “You will feel pleasure so intense it rewrites who you are. Your job is to resist. Not by shutting it out — by owning it. By turning their weapon into your strength.”

You nodded, breathing steady despite the growing heat in your core. This was the advanced resistance module — the one only the most promising male Taimanin ever reached. BoA was the best instructor the academy had. Ruthless, precise, and devastatingly effective.

The doors slammed open.

The operator burst in, bowing deeply. “High Commander BoA! Urgent report from the field! SYNK-01 Karina just sent an emergency transmission — aespa’s team is in Studio Omega. Winter is under heavy demonic corruption. They’re running the Eternal Encore preview protocol right now. Karina is holding position but requests immediate support!”

BoA’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes sharpened like blades. She kept one hand on your chin, thumb brushing your lower lip almost absent-mindedly as she processed the news.

“Status?” she asked calmly.

“Winter’s vitals show multiple forced orgasms and rising inversion levels. The golden bell in her Frostbite suit has been weaponized. Karina broke free but the others are still captured.”

BoA exhaled slowly, then looked down at you — the young male trainee, already over nineteen, strong, disciplined, and currently bound and kneeling at her feet.

“Perfect timing,” she murmured, a dangerous little smile curving her lips. “Class is now in session, trainee. Real-world application starts immediately.”

She snapped her fingers. The training room’s privacy seals activated with a soft hum — no one would interrupt unless the situation went critical. The operator bowed and left quickly, doors sealing behind her.

BoA stepped closer, the slit of her white skirt brushing your shoulder. She reached down and loosened the front of her corset just enough for the black lace bra to push her breasts higher, the purple tie dangling between them like an invitation.

“Demons will use pleasure to break you,” she said, voice dropping into that sultry instructor tone. “They’ll edge you for hours. Fill you. Make your body betray your mind until you beg for more. Today, I will simulate exactly that. You will fight it. You will resist the corruption. And you will stay in control. Understood?”

You swallowed hard. “Yes, Instructor BoA.”

“Good boy.”

She pushed you onto your back with one firm hand on your chest, straddling your hips in a single fluid motion. The white coat flared open around her like wings, purple lining brushing your skin. Her gloved hands made quick work of your training pants, freeing your already-hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around you, stroking once, slowly, teasingly.

“Feel that?” she whispered, leaning down so her breasts nearly spilled out of the lace. “That’s just the beginning. Demons start slow… to make you crave it.”

She sank down onto you in one smooth, wet motion — tight, hot, and devastatingly controlled. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she took you to the hilt, her inner walls clenching around you like velvet vice.

You groaned, hips bucking instinctively. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming.

BoA’s eyes flashed. She pinned your shoulders down with both hands, the leather gloves cool against your heated skin.

“Resist,” she commanded, voice firm even as she began to ride you with slow, rolling movements. “Do not cum. Do not beg. Feel every inch of it… and stay in control.”

She rode you deliberately, hips circling, rising and falling in a perfect rhythm designed to drive you insane. The purple tie swayed between her breasts with every thrust. Her long white coat billowed around you both like a private curtain. Every time you got close — every time your breathing hitched and your cock throbbed inside her — she slowed to a torturous stop, clenching around you and holding perfectly still.

“Fight it,” she breathed, leaning down to whisper directly against your ear, purple tie brushing your chest. “Demons will edge you like this for hours. They’ll make you watch your teammates break on camera while they fuck you senseless. You will not break. You will not cum until I say so.”

She started moving again — faster this time, riding you harder, her breasts bouncing inside the lace corset. The wet sounds of her pussy taking you echoed in the training room. She reached down and flicked one of her own nipples through the fabric, moaning softly for emphasis.

“Imagine this is a succubus in Studio Omega,” she continued, voice husky. “She’s riding you exactly like this while cameras roll. Your body wants to give in. Your mind must refuse.”

You gritted your teeth, muscles straining against the ropes, fighting the rising tide of pleasure. BoA’s inner walls fluttered around you, milking you with expert precision. She edged you again and again — bringing you right to the brink, then stopping completely, letting you throb helplessly inside her while she whispered instructions.

“Control your breathing. Channel the pleasure into Taima. Turn it into power. Good boy… just like that. Feel how close you are? Hold it. Hold it for me.”

She rode you for what felt like an eternity — slow, deep, torturous strokes interspersed with sudden, brutal snaps of her hips that made you see stars. Her gloved hands roamed your chest, nails lightly scraping. The purple tie dragged across your skin with every movement.

You fought. You held on. Sweat poured down your body. Your cock ached inside her, throbbing on the edge of release over and over, but you refused to break.

BoA smiled down at you, proud and predatory.

“Excellent. Most trainees cum within the first five minutes. You’re still fighting… but the real test is coming.”

She leaned down, breasts pressing against your chest, and whispered right against your lips:

“Now imagine it’s Winter on the screen beside you, bell ringing while she breaks. Imagine the demons forcing you to watch while they do this to you. Can you still resist?”

She slammed down hard, taking you to the hilt and grinding in tight circles, her pussy clenching rhythmically around you.

The pleasure was white-hot. Overwhelming.

But you fought.

BoA’s eyes sparkled with approval even as she kept edging you mercilessly, riding you like the perfect instructor-demon hybrid she was simulating.

The emergency report about aespa still hung in the air.

But right now, in this training room, BoA was forging you into the weapon SM needed to bring their girls home.

The emergency report about aespa still hung in the air like a live wire, but she didn’t rush. She knew exactly what you needed before you could be deployed.

“Time to escalate, trainee,” she purred, voice low and commanding. She rose off your cock with a wet, obscene sound, leaving you throbbing and denied once again. Your wrists were still bound behind your back, muscles burning from the strain. Sweat slicked your chest and abs. Your cock stood painfully hard, glistening with her juices, twitching in the cool air of the training hall.