The Hero's Bride Lessons! Path of a Subhuman Pussy Performer ♡
Let us rewind a little, back to the Hero's point of view.
This is the story of the hour when Reina, reborn as a masochistic mare, began hauling a pussy-cart from Orbie all the way to Tripoli.
"Nngh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh~! Nngh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuung-uuuuuung~!!! Nngh… ug-gug-gagagag-geuk~! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk!!!!!!!"
The Hero was being broken.
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………… ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………… ziiiiiiiiiiii……………
"Nngh-ghaaa-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!! Nng-eu-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!!!!!! Ung-geut! Ung, eu-huuuuut!!!! Uuuuuuung-uuuuuuuuung!!! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!!!!"
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……………… ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………… zing……… ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……………
"Mhi-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaang!!!!! Nngh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!!! Nngh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!! Nng-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!"
The vicious whirring of the chastity belt. Hellish agony. All of it the terrible scrubbing sound coming from her clitoris.
"Mhi-iiiiii-oaaaaaaa-aaaaaaa-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!! Mo-hoaaaaaaa-uuuuuu!!!!!! Mooo-uuuuu!!!!! Mg-heoooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! Mh-heuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!"
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………… ziiiiiiiiiiiiing………… zing… zit… ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……………
"Ug-haaaa-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!! Eu-ha-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuung-eu!!!! Uuung-ung-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! Nngh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!! Mh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!"
Clunk…! Clunk-clunk…!
Cluuunk~!
"Um-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!! Gh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!! Kk-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!! Nngh-g-uaaaaaaa-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!!!! Kk-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!"
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiii……… ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing……… ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………
"Mgi-hi-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!! Ug-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!! Nngh-gh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-ut!!!!!!!!"
She screamed. Through a sealed mouth. Desperately.
Every time the clitoral brush subjected her to one-sided cleaning, her eyes rolled back in pain. One of a woman's foremost weak points was being scrubbed until it shone like a diamond. Because of that she had gone hours without sleep, weeping and shrieking and thrashing. Drool pooled in her mouth and tears streamed down, yet the iron cage—fitted to the Hero's body as if custom-made—forgave neither the curling of a finger nor the bending of a waist, forcing her into an absolute perfect posture.
…What was perfect posture?
Spine ramrod straight, arms hanging straight down, thighs pressed together so that ankles and thighs met in a single vertical line. The pose Noa had drilled into her all night before the throat-pussy sex. On top of that, every finger and every toe was individually bound so thoroughly that even making a fist, even curling a toe, even the tiniest micro-adjustment of stance was impossible. The absolute perfect posture—fingers glued to the sides of her thighs—would be maintained until someone came to free her.
"M, aaaaa-ooooooo-uuuuuuuuung, uuuuuuuung, uuuuuuuuuuk!!!!!! Eu-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!! Eu-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!!!!!!"
—And if that had been all, it would have been merciful.
What the Hero was enduring now was torture. It did not end with such gentle restraint.
"Mh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!!! Eu-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!! Nngh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!! Mh-ho-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-o-haa-uuuuuuuuuk!!!!!!!!!"
The iron cage that imprisoned her entire body naturally included her face. The facial section had been especially tightened so she could not even turn her head. A double-headed vibrator had been crammed into her mouth and a ball-gag locked over it, making speech impossible. Fishhooks held her eyelids open so she could not even close them. Unable to blink, the lights scattered throughout the basement made tears pour madly from the corners of her eyes.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts——!!!!!! Stop iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!
For the finishing touch, cigarettes were jammed into both nostrils of the blonde beauty of a Hero, and the masterpiece was complete ♡
…Thanks to that, she had become a ridiculous spectacle.
The beautiful girl whose eyelids had been forcibly hooked open until only the whites showed, with burning cigarettes stuck up her nose, looked exactly like a girl being bullied.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!!!! It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!!!!! It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!!!! It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!!!!!! It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts——————
Crackling, smoldering smoke.
Once the cigarette smoke she inhaled through her nose seeped into her brain, she could think of nothing else. The girl who had once been reasonably clever and possessed leadership crumbled in an instant.
"Muu-hg-gug-gug-gagaa-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Mgi-hao-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The beautiful girl became a beast and howled.
With two cigarettes jammed up her nose and an idiot's face ♡
While pouring out tears ♡
Trapped in a cage that would not let her move a single finger, a single toe, her neck, her waist, her shoulders, her thighs, her heels—nothing—she screamed ♡
"Mg-ho-aaa-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Kk-heo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Kk-heo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Mh-ho-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It was no longer a human cry.
At first she had still managed somewhat feminine sobs, but now all dignity was gone.
Chuckle ♡
A maid who had entered the basement laughed at the absurd disgrace.
"Counting from the moment you came to your senses while dealing with Master Tanjelo's cock… this makes exactly sixty-three hours, doesn't it?"
"Mooooooook?! Mtoooooook!! Mhok!!! Mhooooooooooooooooooot!!!!!!"
The Hero took in the dark-elf maid Noa with her eyes and screamed. It was terror, and joy, and desperate craving for salvation. At the beginning there must have been more hostility, but now she drooled snot and spit in streams while her contracted pupils bounced like rubber balls. Ordinarily she might have held out longer, but the drugs mined directly in Tripoli had already scrambled the Hero's brain.
"I told you, didn't I? That if you did something bad, you would be punished. I understand you were startled right after waking to find a cock in your mouth… but really—slapping Master Tanjelo's cheek, raising your voice and getting angry—is that any way for a wife who ought to support her husband to behave?"
"Muhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk……!!! Mtuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!! Mtuuuuuuuuuu!!!! Muuuuuuuuuk!!!!"
"I can't understand a word you're saying… At any rate, I kept my promise. You struck Master Tanjelo out of the blue, but given the shocking situation I said I would forgive you if you offered a sincere apology. However, I also said that if you refused, I would come back in one hour. If you refused again, two hours; next time four; then eight; sixteen… thirty-two… I told you I would double the time each visit to give you plenty of room to think, then return."
Step, step.
Noa, who normally made no sound with her feet, deliberately let her footsteps ring as she approached.
"Well now—this makes sixty-three hours… Have you thought carefully? You haven't been unable to sleep, have you? The bucket at your feet is sloshing full of love juices. Was having your clitoris tormented that pleasant? Ah, I can tell even over the chastity belt. It's grown truly enormous… with that, a light touch might make you cry. Fufu… but rest easy. Master Tanjelo desires a female weaker than himself, so an increase in weak points is a good thing."
"Mt, mh-haaat…!! Mh-huuuuuuuuk………!!! Mh-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak………!!!!"
She wept so piteously the very air seemed to tremble.
Noa had no hobby of chattering noisily, yet the tears would not stop.
"Is that so… From the looks of it, you have reflected a great deal. At the sixteen-hour questioning you still refused to apologize even after I told you the next visit would be thirty-two hours later, didn't you? Have you grown frightened at the thought of being left like this for sixty-four hours next time?"
"—Muu-huuuuuuuuuuuuk!!!! Muuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!! Muh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuut!!!!!!"
She wanted to nod.
But her jaw would not move.
"I can see you are reflecting. But it will not do if you do not properly understand exactly what you did wrong. Because Hero-sama refused to serve her husband Master Tanjelo, the young master who had only just begun to become manly has sunk back into gloom. And that after we had finally gotten him excited enough to use a throat-pussy."
While the Hero trembled, Noa released the restraints. Especially the hooks that had been pulling her eyelids, the ball-gag sealing her mouth, and the double-headed dildo blocking her throat. While she was at it she also pulled out the narcotic cigarettes stuffed up her nose, so somehow the face of a beautiful girl returned. That much was the minimum required to hear the Hero's apology; the rest of the restraints she left in place. Even so, the Hero's thick clitoris continued to be tormented by the electric brush, so the trembling of her body was inevitable.
"Come now, tell me. You will become Master Tanjelo's female, yes? Then you will learn to serve, yes? Yes?"
"O, eheee… uk… eeeek…!! Hweeeuk……!!"
"This is no time for dry heaving. Master Tanjelo is suffering even more than you are. He is truly, sincerely depressed, so if Hero-sama does not help him it will be a problem. You made Master Tanjelo impotent, so please say with your own mouth that you will apologize to him directly for that."
"H… hea… hak… uuuk… aaaa…… Tanjel… lo……… e, rec… tile… dys……… func… tion……?"
"Well, Master Tanjelo is timid by nature. He got a little carried away and acted high-handed for a moment, but his core has not changed. He has locked himself in his room, blaming himself for doing something terrible to the Hero-sama he loves. Because of that the family head's eyes nearly rolled back and he was ready to kill Hero-sama on the spot; I said I would try to persuade you, which is why we are here now."
"Huu……… h……… uk……… uuuuk…………… but……… buuut…………"
"Are you planning to spout more nonsense? Master Tanjelo is not at fault. He merely joined his body with the Hero-sama he loves, even if the timing was a little early. Rather pure of him, don't you think? First love can make one all the more so… yet Hero-sama struck that Tanjelo, cursed him, and raised a huge fuss. ……Well? You are the bad one, aren't you? Yes? You said you would marry him, you yourself decided to take bridal lessons, and then the moment things didn't go your way you did whatever you pleased—that is what makes you the bad one."
"Uu……… ha………… aaaaaa………… aaaaaaaaa……………… ua……………………"
Drugs and sixty-three hours of sleepless torture.
The Hero's judgment had long since been finished.
"You are the bad one. A bad bitch who doesn't keep promises. Trash who tries to break even the promises she herself made. Does it make you happy to render the Tanjelo you love impotent? Does watching that gentle person cry make you feel good? Is that why you treated him so cruelly?"
"Ha… aaaaa… no… hya…… it's not like thaaaat………… I……… I………!!!"
No nails, no teeth—the beast who once beat down the Demon King had lost both claws and fangs and now trembled like a kitten. The problem was that she had come to care for Tanjelo even a little. Once her heart began to soften, the thought that she had done something terrible to him turned into self-reproach.
"I'm…… the bad………… one………"
"Yes."
"If I……… hadn't refused……… this……… wouldn't have………"
"……Yes. You are the bad one, aren't you?"
"H… huuk… hau… uuuuuk… uuuuuuuu………… yes… yeees…… I… was wrong……… uuk… I'm sorry…… Chief Maid… I… was wrong…… I was wrooong……… huuk… hnk……"
When the Hero apologized through tears, the chastity belt tormenting her clit also stopped with a click. Seeing the Hero whose judgment had clouded and who was now crying like a fragile little girl, Noa decided not to push any further. What Noa wanted was a submissive wife suited to this household—not a broken slave.
"I… Iaaaa……… Iaaaaaaa……… didn't listen……… hnk… huuuuk……… I was… wrooong…… please… forgive me…… Chief Maaaid……… I'll be… a good wife…… please……… let me apologize……… huuuuk……… hnk… hnk……"
"It is good to see you reflecting so deeply. Then you understand now, don't you? What happens when a wife does something bad to her husband…"
"Neh-ee…… nek…… I understand…… I won't…… talk back…… to my husbaaand………!!"
"Then what will you do from now on? As a wife, what should Hero-sama do for her husband Master Tanjelo? Yes?"
"Obedient…ly…… follow…… his words……… become…… a good wife……… I will……… become a good wife………!! Please let me become one……!!!"
"Ahh, I am so delighted~! That is exactly it! Given Hero-sama's temperament I worried you might never understand for the rest of your life…!! Hearing you say you will become a good wife puts my mind at ease!!"
"Huuk… hnk… huuuuuk… hnk……… good… wife…… good……… wife……… hnk… huuuk…… uuuk………"
Noa cheerfully undid the restraints. After freeing head, body, legs, fingers, toes—every last bond—she looked down at the Hero who collapsed in a heap on the floor and smiled thinly once more.
"Is that all right? Someone who claimed she would become a good wife is already collapsing just because she is a little tired? Heeh, I see… Then next……… shall I pull out your fingernails for real, not as a metaphor? They are such pretty nails. Tap, tap—they look as if they would come out cleanly."
"—Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorryyy! I hate torture! Please forgive me! Hi, hik, hiiing, ihik, i, iiiik~! I, ik, I'm standing! See, I'm standing like this! I'm sorry for lying down! I spaced out! I will apologize!!!!"
She sprang up!
The sight of the Hero holding perfect posture as if recreating the moment she had been bound made Noa look pleased. The desperate flattery while her pupils jittered like a broken person's was nothing like the bold Hero of before. In a way, one could say Noa's training had gone well.
Yet the chief maid's true feelings remained dark.
Beneath the trembling Hero's gaze she had discovered something.
Not yet. Right now the drugs have nearly erased her self-awareness… once the drug effect fades and her original personality returns, she will clearly rebel again. I concentrated it thirty times denser than usual, yet to think she would endure this much… ordinarily she should have become a wreck and gone mad… even with the chastity belt lowering her level this far, if she is still like this then a Hero truly is a thoroughgoing monster. In level terms she should be down to fifty, or even forty…… no wonder the Demon King's army could never handle her. The moment they mistook her for broken and stopped the drug injections or training, they would be the ones getting reversed. She has clearly reverse-toured them that way any number of times.
She looked at the eyelids. They had been pierced with hooks and forcibly lifted, yet the wound marks had already closed. After sixty-three hours of nothing but clitoral torment without food, stopping at mere screams was also strange. Normally the flesh should have been shredded and bleeding. She was exhausted, yet showed no signs of dehydration either.
The chastity belt has reached its limit as well.
A dry snap of something breaking sounded.
Monster… a monster…
Her whole body had been bound so she could not even touch the chastity belt, yet this was the result. Its durability was spent; it clearly would not last another two days.
A chastity belt that deliberately lowers a woman's level… even among the things the Demon King's army circulated, I used the most expensive secret collection said to have been made by the Demon King himself, and still this… if I hadn't bound her fingers and toes as well it would have been destroyed in a single day… I used a considerable portion of this year's drug harvest, and if this is all it does, then without preparing tons of mind-collapse narcotics and dozens of top-grade restraints in advance, training would be impossible even after capture. ……I heard she was defeated several times, yet she still keeps her light intact—is that thanks to this stamina, willpower, and resistance?
The thought that this training was only barely possible because of Tripoli's absurd quantities of drugs made Noa grow impatient instead.
Then what to do… I had thought there was no longer any reason to stay long in a household like this, and planned to leave after giving cute Master Tanjelo a wife as a final gift, yet to think it would prove this difficult. Rather, it's making me heated… I want to torment her somehow more… better to break her completely. Break her thoroughly so that even after her mind returns she cannot resist……
Whether Noa herself had her own circumstances, she held a tangled backstory in her breast as she seized the Hero's nipples.
"Huuk~♡"
"Your greeting?"
"Yes! Thank you! Chief Maid!"
"And when your husband grabs them?"
"Thank you! Master Tanjelo!"
"No, that is not it. Attaching 'Master' to Tanjelo does not suit Hero-sama's personality. It feels too awkward… no special slogan is needed for your husband, so instead, when Master Tanjelo touches your body, respond appropriately. If you crudely stroke his cock like a street whore, he will surely be pleased."
"…Yeees!!!"
"What did I just say?"
"When Master Tanjelo touches his wife's breasts, I will stroke his cock in response!!!!"
"Well said. The same applies when he touches your pussy. You are wearing a chastity belt now, but ownership of that hole is as good as Master Tanjelo's. He is still inexperienced as a male, so if he works up the courage to touch you, do not show dislike—spread your crotch anytime, anywhere."
"Yes…!! When my pussy is touched I open my crotch for my husband!!!"
"That is common sense. Now, repeat after me."
"——It is common sense!!! When my husband touches me, presenting my pussy is common sense!!!! Presenting my breasts is common sense!!! Ownership of my pussy belonging to my husband Master Tanjelo is common sense!!!!"
"Fufu, well done."
It was already brainwashing.
New common sense carved in while she was wrecked by drugs sank deep into the Hero's heart.
"Then, before it grows any later, I will teach you how to apologize to Master Tanjelo. And… I will say this in advance: if you fail this time, it will not end with a mere sixty-three hours. Now, look here."
"—Hyt?!"
Clunk!
The iron cage that had held the Hero. Precisely beneath it the floor section opened and a deep hole appeared—exactly the size for the iron cage to drop straight in. If the Hero fell into that hole while still locked in the cage, she would sink into pitch darkness where even her screams would be buried.
"A punishment pit I constructed in secret. A silent hell where not even light enters and magic tools keep you from hearing even your own voice. In that empty darkness the only thing you can feel is your own clitoris… trapped there unable to move fingers, toes, even your jaw… with your eyelids forced open the way you just experienced, left for a month…… do you know what becomes of a person?"
"………Hik."
Sssssssssss……
Instead of an answer, urine spilled out.
"You know, then. A person left a whole month in a place like that does not come out unharmed. No—nine times out of ten they go mad. A week might be survivable, but the brain is certainly damaged. Do you know? Humans are not creatures who can simply stay still, hearing nothing, doing nothing, only breathing…… an ordinary person cannot even maintain a normal perfect posture for twenty minutes… remaining still is that difficult…… fufufufu………"
"…U, e, ee, e."
"So engrave it well. So that I need not do anything harsher… so that even after your mind returns you will not resist… suppress yourself thoroughly. Since you came to hell on your own two feet, quietly give up and become a good wife. Master Tanjelo is a good husband. If only Hero-sama becomes obedient, everything will be happy, so throw away useless pride. Understood?"
"A… u… aaaa… a……"
"Answer me. Sow-wife."
"N, neeeet…!! I understand! Chief Maaid!!! I will become an obedient wife!!!!"
"Then while teaching the method of apology we will move on to the next lesson. Beyond a good wife, so that you can become a sow-wife for your husband… I will complete you… Understood? Hero-sama?"
"Yees~! I look forward to your guidance!!!!"
Taaack~!
The Hero lifted one foot, brought her heels together in perfect posture, and raised only her hand in a salute. The gaze she turned on the chief maid mixed terror and respect; it was truly the perfect attitude toward a superior.
Fufu… shall I shove cigarettes up her nostrils again~♡ —Ei!
"Nngh-hoaaooo♡ Khhot♡ Khhot♡ Nngh-hoouung~♡"
"Is smoking through your nose fun?"
"Kyt, euhe, f, fun…!! Chief Maid~! Khhoong♡ Nngh♡ Puhang♡ Phaang~♡"
"Pft, what an idiot♡"
Careful not to let the drug effect fade even for a moment, Noa tormented the Hero. With cigarettes stuffed up both nostrils and a foolish expression forced onto her face, she dragged her out. Outside the basement was still the mansion; aside from Tanjelo shut away in a corner room, only the two of them were present.
"It seems Hero-sama has talent in that direction… then shall we learn a one-shot trick to make Master Tanjelo laugh? No—while we're at it, let's completely change course. You snap back to sanity far too quickly, so we will have to turn you into a complete clown and make an idiot of you."
"E, u, ee~?"
"First, how to smoke narcotic cigarettes with your pussy~♡ Ahahahahak~♡ I wonder what face that Master Tanjelo will make when he sees this~♡"
"—Euhooot♡ Ot♡ Ooook♡ Eok♡ My heaaad♡ My heaaad♡"
"Ahat~! It's fine~! It's only the drugs circulating, so let's continue~? Now then, next is——♡"
Around the time Reina stopped the pussy-cart, climbed into the cargo bed, and was being chewed by the two bandits with her convulsing pussy, this was happening. Unaware that she was coming to Tripoli, the Hero spent the evening receiving disgraceful training while high on drugs. That hellish instruction continued past the next morning, skipped lunch, and ran until evening, successfully transforming the girl who had once simply asked for love into a pussy performer ready for the circus.
At last the Hero too had stepped onto the path of a disgraceful sow… the path of a pussy clown who would do anything to make her husband laugh.
And so, the following evening.
The sincere pussy-apology show of the naughty wife who had refused Tanjelo's cock, struck it, and even hurled abuse—performed for her husband—begins.