Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Legendary Virgin Bitch Training Manual
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Respect!
Days had passed since that day when my esteemed master, the one I could only revere, personally allowed me to "experience" the "result" named Senior Sister Park Areum.
The timing had been nothing short of divine intervention.
The invisible absolute ruler of this household, Yoon Haneul, had conveniently been whisked away to her grandmother's by Yoon Chaewon's hand.
For those few days of rest before the new office officially opened, the house had been our free playground, just Han Yura and me.
And today, at last, my master's decree had arrived.
"It's here..."
I washed my hands with pious reverence before receiving the heavy paulownia wood box from delivery.
Han Yura, sprawled on the sofa scrolling her smartphone, barely lifted her head to glance at me.
Ignoring her gaze, I held my breath and opened the box.
Inside lay fine black silk fabric, and atop it rested a single book[tablet] like a sacred relic.
The cover was bound in ebony-black silk.
At its center gleamed gold-foil Hanja characters, embossed as if carved stroke by stroke by a master calligrapher.
Virgin Bitch Training Manual
The luxurious texture of the cover transmitted through my fingertips as I lifted the book.
This was no mere playbook.
It was a scripture penned by a god for lowly mortals, a legendary martial arts manual that would elevate an ignorant nobody to the world's greatest master.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I declared in a trembling voice,
"Master has bestowed the 'Demonic Manual'! We must receive it with proper ceremony!"
I wiped the low table in the center of the living room spotless and placed the Training Manual upon it with utmost respect.
As if enshrining a sacred altar.
Then I knelt before it and bowed deeply.
Han Yura clicked her tongue in disbelief.
"Ah, fuck. Here we go again. You're something else, really."
I ignored her scolding, clasped my hands, and took a deep breath.
"Now begins the Nine Bows Ritual to repay Master's grace!"
"One! For Master's foresight opening the path for this lowly disciple—the first bow!"
Thud!
The crisp sound of my forehead meeting the floor rang out.
"Two! For the lesson showing the greatness of 'results' through Senior Sister Park Areum—the second bow!"
Thud!
"Three! For the insight piercing Choi Yang's disposition and granting a tailored manual—the third bow!"
Thud!
Han Yura had already lost interest, muttering "Guess I'll grab some coffee" as she vanished into the kitchen.
In the empty living room, my solemn rite continued alone.
"Six! Gratitude in advance for the billions to come—the sixth bow!"
Thud!
"Seven! Toward the infinite possibilities of Post-Nut Clarity levels 4, 5, and 6—the seventh bow!"
Thud!
Sweat trickled down my back, but my heart brimmed with ecstasy.
This was no mere flattery.
It was a disciple's heartfelt token of respect for a great master.
After the final ninth bow, forehead pressed to the floor, I whispered in profound serenity,
"Master... this Kim Cheolsu vows to prove your teachings and proclaim your greatness to the world..."
Lifting my head after a long prostration, I found Han Yura, coffee in hand, staring at me like I was a bug.
"You done? If you're done, read that comic book or whatever. You're so damn loud."
Her scolding flowed past like sweet background music as I reverently turned the first page of the Virgin Bitch Training Manual.
The moment I beheld its contents, an involuntary exclamation escaped me.
"Ohhh! The Demonic Manual is a true scripture of knowledge!"
This was no crude how-to on "deflowering virgins."
It was a systematic engineering treatise and profound philosophy dissecting a human's mind and body perfectly, reassembling them to my taste.
The preface on the first page was extraordinary.
It stated the manual's purpose transcended mere physical conquest: to reconstruct the target's mind and soul, achieving perfect union with the practitioner.
Beneath the line declaring the ultimate goal—to dismantle the target's ego and imprint the practitioner's desires as their own—stood the clear signature:
'Author: Your Master, Han Jihye'
Grooo... Master's profound realm nearly brought tears to my eyes.
While I fixated on a single tree, Master had surveyed the entire forest.
Chapter 1. Mind Technique: Unlocking the Heart's Lock
Chapter 2. Body Technique: Taming the Flesh
Chapter 3. Skill Technique: Dominating the Climax
With trembling hands, I opened Chapter 1, the Mind Technique.
The first entry left me speechless in shock.
Titled "Target Deep Analysis Report: Choi Yang," it included ten pages of A4 analysis.
Ten A4 pages chronicling everything about Choi Yang.
Her upbringing,
school friendships,
inferiority complex from her failed idol trainee days hidden in her secret SNS alt,
resentment toward the world,
even her favorite webnovel genres and menstrual cycle...
In the days since I'd first mentioned Choi Yang, Master had dissected her entirely.
"Insane... utterly insane..."
My imagination had barely stretched to "how to savor that one-time deflowering deliciously,"
yet Master had delved into her soul's core, ready to plant my flag there.
"What's got you so worked up? Moved by a manual on ruining someone's life?"
Han Yura, sneaking up behind me, peeked at the tablet and sniped.
I raised a finger to my lips, shushing her.
"Yura, quiet. I'm... reading divine revelation right now."
I dove back into the manual.
My heart pounded wildly.
This wasn't just success. It was the ultimate path to max out Post-Nut Clarity, making me the god of the markets.
With this scripture, I could do it.
Having devoured the Virgin Bitch Training Manual, my worldview had shifted.
I was ready to advance on my goal. Time for the first "lesson."
First, I called Choi Yang.
"Hey, Choi Yang. It's me. Come over now. 'First lesson' starts."
An hour later, she leaned cockily against the door, greeting us.
Her eyes, schooled by the world through convenience store gigs after failed idol dreams, brimmed with contempt and resignation for everything.
The "staff兼partner" lifeline we offered seemed irrelevant—salvation or deeper hell, what did it matter?
She'd learned too early the world was a shithole.
"Bosses, you called. What wild scheme now?"
Her tone teetered cynically between respect and insolence.
I sat her on the sofa and took the opposite seat.
"Choi Yang. You know your job, right?"
"Yeees~ Boss's personal onahole. Saw it in the contract."
She replied mockingly, without a hint of shame.
I liked her attitude.
"Good. Down to business."
I paused, then voiced my purest desire bluntly.
"I have no intention of just eating a virgin pussy in its untouched state."
"...Pardon?"
"Even the finest steak needs 'resting' to reach peak flavor. That one-shot 'used' moment—I want to elevate its value to the absolute max. Got it?"
Han Yura shook her head with her usual "this lunatic finally crossed the line" look.
Choi Yang seriously pondered if the guy before her had escaped a psych ward or if she should call 112.
I ignored their reactions and concluded my declaration.
"From now on, I'll remodel your pussy into the ultimate famous vessel."
Silence blanketed the room after my solemn vow.
Then, hesitantly, Choi Yang raised her hand.
"...Um, Boss."
"Yes, Choi Yang? Ask anything about this grand plan. I permit it."
I answered magnanimously, but her follow-up froze my face.
"Thing is, I'm already used to your... cock... no, your cum?"
"...Huh?"
I glimpsed Han Yura smirking mischievously.
Choi Yang continued in a businesslike tone laced with treating-me-like-an-idiot vibes.
"During 'Helios' work. I cleaned up after, right? You had me fetch tissues post-sex with the other bosses. Don't remember?"
"...Oh, right."
I cleared my throat, feigning calm.
"Yes. You've got potential. That's why I chose you."
"..."
"But Choi Yang, that was mere 'indirect' exposure."
I swiftly restructured my logic.
"What you saw was discarded 'waste' on tissue. But from now, witness 'holy water' creating billions from nothing. The prelude ends here; the main act begins."
Han Yura burst out laughing at my improv, while Choi Yang eyed me like "is this dude retarded?"
"Now, first page of the main act. Time to witness 'waste' versus 'holy water' yourself."
I pulled Han Yura close.
The plan hit a snag, but my grand education was just kicking off.
Yura feigned disgust verbally,
but her cock-trained pussy soon writhed in pleasure after a few thrusts.
Soon, with Post-Nut Clarity's thrill, I safely produced "holy water" deep inside Yura's pussy.
Wearily, I turned to the frozen Choi Yang, who'd watched it all.
"Alright, Choi Yang. Your turn."
"...How? Fetch tissues?"
Her innocent question extended last year's cleanup role.
I shook my head.
"No. From now, this house's cum rag is you, Choi Yang."
"...Pardon?"
I pointed between Yura's legs.
My traces oozed stickily out.
"Hurry. Before my holy water all drains from Yura's pussy, suck it up."
Her face drained white at my command.
Her cynical mask shattered for the first time.
"No, Boss... I don't swing that way at all?"
I smiled lazily at her flustered retort.
"Choi Yang."
"..."
"Yura and Chaewon weren't into girls either, originally. But you've seen it—biting, sucking. Do it, and it works!"
Her brain stalled at my words.
This madman wasn't debating "preferences."
He preached "just do it" as absolute truth in his world.
I tossed her the final choice.
"Don't want to? Fine, skip it. But then you're just 'staff,' not 'partner.' Know the difference?"
"..."
She glared silently for a moment.
Myriad calculations and emotions flashed in her eyes.
Contempt, humiliation, resignation, and vicious ambition to climb this shithole world.
At last, she sighed deeply, like one who'd abandoned all—or steeled for it.
Then slowly brought her lips to the smooth, hairless mound below Yura's still-limp-from-orgasm pussy.
I smiled in satisfaction.
"Yes, Choi Yang. You've got... 'partner' qualities."
Thus, her first lesson ended.
No—truly began.