Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: #09 Training Day-0, Naye (2)
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1.
Once she had calmed down a bit, he propped her up slightly in bed, placing a pillow behind Naye's back.
In front of Naye sat a chair with a camcorder perched on it, meticulously filming the bed.
"Ready, Naye?"
"...Y-yes... yes..."
Naye's eyes were already lifeless as she muttered in a daze.
She had been betrayed by someone she trusted.
And that person was a murderer who killed people.
To survive his hands, she had to submit sexually.
There were few women who could stay sane in such a situation.
"I want to capture just how slutty you are on this camera from now on. That okay with you?"
"Yes... that's fine..."
With her hands and feet bound, she couldn't do anything to him anyway.
Even without that, there was nothing she could do against a trained adult man.
"I'm going to cut off your bra, so don't tense up. You might get hurt if you move."
Yuchan held the knife to her skin.
Even though he'd said he wouldn't stab, the cold edge pressing against her flesh was enough to send chills down her spine.
With her limbs tied, there was no way to remove the bra, so he planned to slice through the shoulder straps and the middle to peel off the sports bra.
Along with the sound of fibers tearing, the fabric pressing down on her breasts came away.
Naye's ample breasts jiggled free from their confines.
In this position, covering them was out of the question.
Naye felt Yuchan's lustful gaze rolling greedily over her chest.
A faint sense of shame pierced through the thick wall of fear.
"Still such big, pretty tits."
He deliberately chose crude words to make her feel humiliated.
Naye clamped her mouth shut in embarrassment and watched her breasts distort under his hands.
"What's the size?"
He already knew from kneading them countless times, but he wanted her to confess it willingly.
"75 D-cup..."
"When did they get this big?"
"S-since middle school... they grew little by little."
"Must've been the class jerk-off material even back then."
He tossed it out as light banter, but Naye didn't react at all.
Freezing up in front of the camera like that—she might have a phobia.
No talent for acting, that's for sure.
Yuchan clicked his tongue.
Using his fingertips, Yuchan lifted Naye's pink nipple.
You see it a lot in porn, but this shade of pink was actually quite rare in real life.
Only someone with skin as exceptionally pale as Naye's could have it.
Unlike Naye, who squeezed her eyes shut with a disgusted expression, her nipple slowly hardened under the stimulation.
It was a bit small compared to her breasts, but the areola's beautiful color spread just right, so there was no real disappointment.
"Feels good?"
"Yes..."
Naye's voice, which had seemed to steady a little, started to quiver again.
His chest trembled with delight.
To draw out a voice like that with just this much.
Yuchan dug his nails in a bit more, pinching her nipple.
"Eek!"
It probably wasn't that painful, but her cowed mind made her hypersensitive to it.
As he lifted it, Naye let out a stifled moan from deep inside.
"Feels good?"
"Y-yes... feels good... sob..."
Her desperate attempt to please him was oddly cute.
No matter how much masochistic potential Naye had, pain inflicted without proper foreplay in this situation couldn't feel like pleasure.
Her body's unavoidable reaction was one thing, but mentally, she couldn't possibly be enjoying it.
"Really? From what I know, women moan when it feels good. You're not lying, are you?"
Naye, peering at Yuchan's expression with terrified eyes, paled when she saw his sly smile.
"Ha... ahn... aahn... pinching my nipples... feels so good..."
Drawing from past experiences, Naye tried her best to moan in a way that would satisfy him.
It came out stiff, like reading from a textbook.
She seemed aware of it, her face hardening even more.
"Not quite satisfying. Cry out in a sweeter voice."
"H-heek!"
Yuchan used his other hand, which had been idle, to pinch her other nipple, lifting both breasts.
Given their size, it must have hurt quite a bit at the tips, but Naye sweated coldly and kept up her awkward moans.
"Ahn... aahn... more... please..."
Yuchan feigned satisfaction.
Reading that, Naye's voice steadied a notch.
As he rolled them with his nail tips, her stomach clenched tight from the pain.
"Naye likes having her nipples pinched, huh? I'm so glad to learn something new about you."
"Y-yes... keep going... ngh..."
Swallowing a laugh that threatened to burst out, Yuchan pulled out a new item from in front of her.
A double clip, the kind used to hold stacks of papers.
"Then, how about pinching them with this?"
Double clips gripped thicker than fingertips could manage.
Being a common item, Naye quickly grasped his intent.
"Y-yes... sob... hng... please..."
It would definitely hurt clamping such delicate nipples with that.
But refusing would bring something far worse.
She just had to become his plaything.
If she yielded her body enough to make him drop his guard, maybe an opportunity would arise.
Clinging to that faint hope, Naye nodded.
"Iiiik...!!!"
"Feels so good you're making such an ugly noise?"
"Y-yes... yes!"
He clamped down hard on her soft nipples with the clips.
She swallowed her scream.
Naye's waist twisted even more violently.
The areolas around the clips turned noticeably white.
"Time for a commemorative shoot?"
Yuchan stepped aside and picked up the camera.
The subject was his fresh 20-year-old female student with orange and yellow clips on both nipples.
He'd meticulously wiped her messy face with a wet cloth, so her neat features twisted in despair as the camera approached.
She knew it was recording already, but having it shoved in her face brought a new level of reality.
"You say it feels good, but why the long face, Naye? Can't do a V-sign with your hands tied, but at least smile. Smile~"
As flashes popped off while he photographed her, Naye barely managed to tug up the corners of her mouth.
"Ha... ha... haha..."
With that forced, artificial smile, she let out hollow laughter.
No need to voice it, but it worked as a sign of submission, which he liked.
Clearly, Naye's mind couldn't keep up with what was happening.
The person she'd been chatting amiably with moments ago was now torturing her nipples and photographing it all.
Setting the phone down again, Yuchan turned his gaze to Naye's gray cotton panties.
One thing he'd learned in the past few days: Naye was a sports underwear fanatic, with drawers full of sports bras and panties stacked high.
No sexy lingerie at all, but that plain, chaste simplicity stirred his heart.
Due to her position, her mound peeked slightly from the bottom edge of the narrow panties.
The clitoris he'd so diligently enlarged now asserted itself prominently, lifting the fabric's tip.
"Whoa, getting wet in a situation like this—means it really felt good, huh?"
"Y-yes...?"
The gray cotton made the absorbed moisture stain clearly.
Her love juices, surely seeped from her slit, had drawn a small circle right in the center.
Naye jolted as if struck by lightning at his words.
Getting wet in this situation?
While stifling moans from the pain in her nipples, Naye focused a bit on her lower abdomen.
The fabric against her slit felt as damp as during her period.
Bound and disheveled, nipples toyed with arbitrarily, every moment captured in photos—and she was aroused?
Naye felt deep disgust toward herself.
"Gotta snap a pic of this for memory's sake."
Of course, it was the fruit of Yuchan's careful scheme, but to Naye, it was nothing but endless humiliation.
Yuchan sliced through the side strings of her panties with the knife.
As the panties peeled away, a string of love juices trailed from the part that had pressed against her slit.
A slightly salty scent mixed with the musky aroma of her arousal smelled divine.
More exciting than pulling fresh-baked bread from the oven.
"Naye, can you describe your current situation?"
His voice was so identical to his usual tone that Naye felt a flicker of confusion.
The always kind teacher she might have secretly admired.
And the teacher threatening her life, forcing all sorts of humiliations.
Two completely different people, yet Yuchan's demeanor in handling her remained consistent.
"I-I'm captured by Teacher... and he's doing... all sorts of things to me..."
"Be more specific."
Urged by Yuchan, Naye repeated in a tiny voice.
"Teacher's... making me feel good..."
"Disappointing. Your slutty pussy's soaked, but your mouth spouts only high-class nonsense."
Just his voice roughening made Naye tremble and rattle off words she thought he'd like.
"Naye got her nipples tortured... so her pussy got wet..."
Still an awkward answer devoid of any seductive allure.
Facing the looming crisis, she'd racked her brain for crude terms, but they fell far short of Yuchan's standards.
"Naye. Answer properly, or I'll clip your clit too. What would happen to your cute little clit in a clip? That delicate, fragile bud might get crushed flat. Teacher doesn't need a zero-point pussy without a clit."
"S-sorry... I'm sorry... Tell me... how to do it right, Teacher... kyaa!"
As he snapped the clip threateningly near her clitoris, Naye shrieked shrilly.
"Describe what kind of student you are like a whore. Fail again, and your cute little clit's getting the death penalty."
"I'll say it... like a whore, so please don't... I'm scared, Teacher..."
What a weepy girl.
A bit annoying, but the visual appeal made up for it, so Yuchan let her sip some water to calm down.
Naye pitifully gulped it down and spoke in a choked voice.
"Naye is a whore-like... pussy slut student... who squirts just from having her nipples clipped."
"Pussy gaping like it wants cock—confident you can make cock feel good?"
Yuchan slipped a finger into Naye's already slick vaginal entrance.
Her labia were swollen puffy from the juices.
She hadn't fully realized it yet, but it was solid proof her body was responding to sexual stimulation.
Naye nodded frantically, starting her self-pitch.
"Yes, Naye's pussy is chewy and tight. Please put your cock in..."
Smart girl, as expected.
Even in this unprecedented situation, she grasped what Yuchan wanted and adapted accordingly.
"But Naye's the kind of slutty pussy that spreads for anyone who asks."
"No..."
"Isn't she?"
About to refute the absurd slander, Naye met Yuchan's flashing eyes and quietly lowered her gaze.
"Yes... even at the academy, I spread for guys who ask every day."
"And?"
"At the p-pool too... actually, I get fucked by boys every day..."
Submissively debasing herself out of fear, Naye shed tears once more.
Even if lies, uttering such vile words to degrade herself filled her with shuddering misery.
"Can't just stick it in an unverified hole like that."
What came next wasn't strictly necessary.
Yuchan knew her better than she knew herself.
But he intended to crush her completely.
If he wasn't going to kill her for learning what she shouldn't,
he had to remodel her into a mentally dead shell.
First, force humiliations beyond her innocent imagination to shatter her mind.
Castrate the self-love and pride buried deep within, training her into an obedient pet for him alone.
This was the first step.
Yuchan quietly pulled out what he'd prepared.