Struggling with All My Might
"He became the president for a day and immediately returned to his position. What should I call it—transparent, perhaps? It's nice that his desires are so easy to read."
Isabelle analyzed his movements while inside the cube.
"But that thing down there—is it normally that big? I have no experience with men, so."
"I don't have any either, so I'm not sure... but among East Asians, isn't it exceptionally large? It seems disproportionately huge compared to his stamina."
"Isn't that racist?"
At Isabelle's words, Brunhilde Wagner pouted her lips.
"Aren't you, the Chief Guardian, the one committing sexual harassment right now? Watching someone else's intercourse through hidden cameras and critiquing their genitals..."
"Oh my, aren't you the one who actually carried it out?"
"Did I expect something like this to happen in the president's office of the company he works at? I simply installed surveillance equipment in advance in what I considered a key location."
"Let's not blame each other and just enjoy the show, shall we?"
"It's not enjoyment—it's analysis...!"
"Right. Let's do this calmly."
Isabelle watched the scene where In Jisan and Han Seohee were most intensely entwined. The moans of the man and woman echoed through.
"First off, we can figure out the hypnosis he cast. Something like 'the president can have sex with his secretary,' right?"
"That seems likely."
"He turned the woman he knew, Han Seohee, into his secretary and raped her. Once in the president's office, and once in a motel."
They couldn't access video from inside the motel, but CCTV had captured them entering.
"The kind of fantasy a man would have, right? Crushing the senior colleague who tormented him with power, then pounding her like this! And that! Squelch, squelch!"
"No matter how you phrase it, that doesn't make the rape any cuter."
"Still, it's a relief. That woman, Han Seohee, is lucky."
"Why is that?"
"If In Jisan hadn't raped her, I would have killed her."
Isabelle's eyes were utterly calm.
"Why?"
"She hurt him, didn't she? It's better if she doesn't exist. For safety's sake."
Brunhilde nodded. Sacrificing someone was always painful, but the WSC's mission was to ensure the survival of the entire world. One person's death wasn't some 'unforgivable horrific sacrifice' to them.
"In Jisan... Astaroth's actions are so very human. He uses that ability in moderation to satisfy his desires, but even that's adorably pathetic."
He could accomplish something truly monumental. He could rape women in public places. He could turn every woman in the world into sex slaves serving him. Compared to that, hypnotizing 'one woman' two or three times a month was trivially light.
"So pure... so humble."
Not just sexual desire—if he pursued political ambitions, he could upend the world's political currents. He could overturn unwanted laws with a single phrase like 'It's weird that such a law exists.'
But the world was at peace. A few women had been raped by him, but that was all.
"Let's hope it stays this way."
"That would be ideal."
"Based on what he's shown so far, it's not impossible. If we manage the organization properly and ensure he has 'no desires' left to fulfill."
Isabelle murmured hopefully.
"Tomorrow, or maybe the day after... things could keep flowing like this. It might not be impossible."
She was smiling.
"I can't let tomorrow, or the day after... flow like today."
I clenched my lips tight as I climbed into my newly bought car.
So far, it's just been good luck.
My will doesn't factor into the generation of these choices. It was arrogant to assume I could keep raping women 'alone' like this forever. Believing I could tweak settings here and there to only target those without lovers or husbands was overconfidence in luck.
The first hypnosis turning Witae into a sex slave was pure chance. Depending on the choices' direction, I might have had to sleep with an innocent policewoman. Or maybe every woman in that burger shop could have become sex slaves for a real criminal organization.
Even at the company. My senior, Han Seohee, might have become the 'real president's' secretary instead of mine. Or the company's public cumdump.
The other two choices might have looked too dangerous and horrific, forcing me to tearfully pick one—maybe I'd just been unlucky.
I didn't hate sex. I'm a man too, and sleeping with beautiful women was always enjoyable. But the uncontrollable was meaningless. I had to cut it off. No matter the sacrifice.
"I can't neglect my mission."
Just as Han Seohee, under hypnosis, didn't turn away from her duty to 'satisfy the president's lust' even when exhausted, I couldn't betray my obligation to live without harming others.
Even if it meant I suffered.
"...The air's nice."
I quit the company. It wasn't without regret. It was a good fit for my specs. Lots to learn, decent pay, good benefits. Even the people there were 'not that bad.'
Thinking of the long, grueling job hunt, I wanted to cling to it by any means. But no.
As long as I stayed regularly at the company, no one knew when or where a problem might erupt. Pretending to manage the ability by 'honestly going to work' was self-deception. Wishing for something without giving up or changing anything.
"...This should do it."
After leaving the company, I bought an RV. Not cheap, but breaking my savings got me a decent one. It meant abandoning my life plans and future wholesale. Something I'd never do sane.
Still... I had to. To avoid harming others, no choice.
If I isolate myself... let's see what this status window can do.
Except for some cases, the status window presented choices based on my location and nearby people. So what if no one was around at all? What if I stayed in a barren wasteland?
...Perfect.
I'd come to the boonies of the boonies. Paved roads were long gone; just a neglected dirt path. No women, no people at all. No concept to latch onto for choices.
Here, I wouldn't harm anyone. Instead of excuses like 'I had no choice? It wasn't even what I wanted,' I could proudly say, 'I did everything possible to prevent victims from this ability.'
Life's a bit bleak now, though.
Internet barely worked. At least three weeks of caveman life without modern comforts. High-calorie food and supplements stocked, water purifier ready—no starvation.
Do I have to live like this forever?
It felt dizzying ahead, but no choice. Couldn't let the ability run wild.
Dizzying...
Not certain, but activation seemed every 10-20 days. I'd stay here until my money and patience ran out to gauge the interval. Then confirm my 'safe time' and return to civilization like a vacation.
"Gotta tough it out."
I pulled out my phone. Prepped offline games, brought a small generator—no power worries.
And so, time passed.
"Still... gotta wait a bit longer..."
Ten days had passed since the last activation while prepping to come here. Today was day 18.
Should be soon...
I hoped the activation failed. Something like 'There's really nothing here!' and quietly pass without hypnotizing anyone. Then I'd have room to plan my next life, even if rough.
Arguing earnings or city stays when I didn't know return timing was pointless.
Minimum range.
Minimum range. Analyzing Common Sense Alteration list.
Cannot generate options with characters or structures in range!
Range automatically expands to 'Medium'!
"Shiiiiiiit... fuck."
Fucking hell.