Fixing Her Bad Habits (2)
When I was a kid, I once raised an animal at my grandmother's house.
Her name was Poppy.
A run-of-the-mill mutt you'd find on any country road, with ears dyed pink.
She was a nasty biter.
She barked her head off every time the family came to visit for the holidays, so everyone went out of their way to avoid her.
A real handful, with not a shred of cuteness to recommend her.
Since I wasn't around long enough to get attached, I didn't bother with her — brushed off her provocations, or ignored them entirely.
Didn't hurt that she played the docile lamb around my grandmother, who actually lived with her day in and day out.
Then one day, disaster struck.
"Oh my heavens above!"
Poppy had bitten Grandma's hand.
It happened while Grandma was stopping her from baring her teeth at my little cousin.
When a fat drop of blood rolled off that wrinkled, weather-beaten hand, I lost my mind.
Smack!
I cracked her hard across the head with my palm.
Part of me wanted to slam her straight into the ground, but that would've killed her for sure, so I held back.
Enough force to make the lesson stick — not enough to do any real damage.
After that day, Poppy never once bared her teeth at a person again.
And from that day forward, I learned one truth.
For creatures too dim to know better, the whip is the medicine.
An ancient tradition passed down through the ages — a fine glimpse into the wisdom of our ancestors.
…
"Take your clothes off."
"Uh, just a moment…?"
Diana stiffened at my commanding tone.
Fidgeting and shuffling, fiddling with her fingers for a moment, she looked up at me with an awkward smile.
"Couldn't we settle this with a conversation instead of… like this?"
A tremor rang out from her slender vocal cords.
The longer she talked, the more the emotions she was desperately trying to hide bled through.
"I happen to know… this is a crime. Ordering a woman to strip out of nowhere?"
"Relax, this is a private room. Your privacy's guaranteed. Nobody here to watch but me."
"That's not the point!"
Diana squawked in frustration.
Since I wasn't giving her the answer she wanted, she looked ready to tear her chest open.
"Not the point of what?"
Squeeze!
"Aaugh!"
I took hold of her shoulder and dug my fingers in.
It was nothing more than a light compression, but it must have hit her like serious pressure, because she groaned in pain.
"You're saying that because you don't understand your position at all. I could kill you right this second. You get that?"
I pumped mana into my heart and activated the Sacred Relic.
Throb!
"Ugh!"
I stirred the parasite planted inside her, the one rooted there by the First Heartbeat.
She would have felt only minor changes — a momentary irregularity in her heartbeat, a sudden heaviness in her skull.
But even that was more than enough to plant a seed of dread.
As if some unseen hand had gripped the back of her neck, Diana shuddered violently.
"I've got more than enough justification to kill you, too. You're a terrorist who plotted to overthrow a nation — hand you over to the Max Republic right now, and wouldn't I earn a medal or two, same as Chloe?"
And to top it off, I could picture it — Diana standing at the guillotine in her threadbare rags.
Exactly what ugly treatment she'd endure before the sentence was carried out — well, only the guards who'd toyed with her would ever know.
"Do you understand what I'm saying now?"
"I'll… undress."
When none of your options are good ones, picking the least awful one is the smartest move for your health.
Once that lesson sank in, she began fumbling at her buttons with stiff, wooden fingers.
Sssk.
She untied her apron and let her skirt fall.
Starting with whatever came off easiest, piece by piece down to the floor.
"Oh, almost forgot. Keep the stockings on."
"Why…?"
"Because it looks better that way."
"..."
At my order, Diana was hurling silent profanities at me with every inch of her face.
It was her timid little rebellion — curses she couldn't quite bring herself to voice, for fear of retaliation.
Before I knew it, she stood abandoned in the middle of the spacious room, wearing nothing but black underwear.
"I'd say that's enough. May we conclude here?"
"..."
In answer to her question, I just stared at her in silence.
Tensing my jaw, furrowing my brow as deep as it would go.
That's it?
The message was clear: did she really not understand what I meant?
"…You're garbage."
"I know. I've never thought of myself as a clean person."
A selfish bastard who does whatever he wants and drags others down with him sometimes — that's me.
Yours truly. Honestly, my self-awareness is pretty solid.
"But if you lined the two of us up and asked the whole world to judge who's better, they'd pick me. You've committed your sins — if you end up suffering like this, everyone will just laugh and say you had it coming."
"You can't win me over with word games like—!"
"I've said it a dozen times. This is about understanding your place. And judging by your attitude, you still haven't."
A lie would've done it. Just I'm sorry, I was wrong, it won't happen again.
If she'd swallowed her pride, carved a little patience into her heart, and taken one step back, I'd planned to end it with nothing more than making her strip.
Unfortunately for her, she'd kicked that chance to the curb.
"If you understand, hurry up and lose the rest. I don't have the time to deal with your rebellion piece by piece."
"Why do I… why do I have to suffer like this…."
Muttering her grievances to no one, Diana undid the strap of the bra shielding her chest.
With only her panties left, her smooth naked body came into view.
Under the lights, her pale skin gleamed with a dewy sheen.
"Is this… enough for you?"
Tears welled at the corners of Diana's eyes.
That brimming, defiant confidence — the old contemptuous sneer she used to wear looking at me — had buckled long ago.
All that remained was a cringing, pitiful plea for me to stop.
Push her any further, and the air grew so fragile it felt like she might bite off her tongue and die on the spot.
Ah, the way her eyes reddened like that nearly softened my heart.
Such a pitiful, adorable expression it made me want to rub my cheek against hers.
No. No, no.
Can't go barreling ahead like an unreasonable brute.
It would look bad.
So here, grudgingly, I reached my hand out toward her.
Squish!
"Your chest isn't bad, actually."
Without asking her permission, without so much as a by-your-leave, I grabbed her breast.
A springy, quivering softness filled my palm entirely.
Just the right weight to keep a palm entertained, plus the pounding throb of her heart and the warmth radiating through my fingers.
It was like fireworks detonating inside my brain.
"Ah?"
For a moment, Diana wore the expression of someone who flatly could not process what had just been done to her.
Then her gaze — heavy with foreboding — drifted slowly, lazily downward, until it landed on my hand.
"N—"
The color drained from her face.
"Noooo! Don't touch me! I said don't!"
She recoiled at the indignity of an unauthorized hand on her body.
Spitting out disgust and hatred at the barbarous hands kneading her so freely it was almost repulsive.
But for all her screeching, she never once dared to push me away.
Fear was what put the brakes on her body — the knowledge that a single twitch of my finger could snuff out her life.
"I love reactions like that, honestly."
Savoring her vivid responses, I violated Diana all the more greedily.
As rough as a child playing with a toy that belonged to them and no one else.
All the while mixing in careful touches so she wouldn't actually get hurt.
Marsh!
Smaller than Ter, roughly the same size as Yopi.
Definitely bigger than Marin.
Breasts as plump and firm as ripe fruit packed to bursting.
Elasticity that yielded under my fingers, then bounced right back.
That interplay of firmness and softness — the sensation of swimming between the two — wrapped snugly around my palm.
"Haah!"
"How is it? Pretty nice, right? I know exactly how to make a woman feel good — years of hands-on experience."
"Nnngh, it hurts! S-too strong! I told… you to… stop. Why… are you…"
Her words and her actions had split into two separate things.
Her face had flushed red as a boiled beet, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her mouth complained and sulked, but her expression betrayed the peculiar exhilaration of someone genuinely feeling it — and that breathless, panting heat.
"You know, I didn't expect you to call this pain. This is nothing."
"Wh…at?"
"I mean, I'm still being considerate of you. If I actually went all out, it'd be like this!"
Chomp!
"Hyaaaagh!"
As a demonstration, I seized her jutting nipple and squeezed it like I was milking a cow.
Diana choked out ragged, broken sounds as if the torment had squeezed the air from her lungs, her back bowing like a drawn arch.
Mischief fully engaged, my hands moved faster.
Knead!
Zap!
"Nnngh, haa… hyaaaah!"
Her cries — short and sharp as last words — rang through every corner of the room.
Each time my hands touched her, she crumbled a little further.
I flicked her puffy, swollen pink nipple, pinched it, twisted it, pulled it taut.
"It'll feel better soon. Just bear with it a little."
Tossing out the reckless promise, I massaged her roughly, mercilessly.
I'd kneaded her so hard that her nipples flushed red, streaked with visible veins, swelling up like little mountains.
"Nn-hee… khaaaang."
Every grazing sensation sent Diana into shudders, as if jolts of electricity were racing through her sensitized body.
Her lower half had been drenched to the point of staining for a long while now.
Saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she giggled slack-jawed as if her mind had simply floated away.
Time to start winding down.
For the finale, I clenched my grip with every ounce of strength I had.
SQUEEZE!
One hand engulfing her whole breast, while the other wrenched her nipple with crushing force.
"Aaaahhhng!"
A cry that demanded the entire building evacuate her body echoed through the room.
The eyes she'd been trembling with, quaking, finally went slack.
Sodden with pain and pleasure in equal measure, she collapsed in a boneless heap.
"Good grief. Passing out already, and I haven't even started."
Which meant it was time for me to take a step back as well.
I tugged down my waistband and presented what I'd been holding back, right before her eyes.