Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Romance Fantasy (14)
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"Hmm... A Pause Ticket, huh..."
I had one Random Box I'd been saving just in case some dangerous moment popped up.
But there wasn't even a hint of any crisis coming, so I just opened it this morning.
And the result? A Pause Ticket... What a massive win all around.
The item I wanted most from a Random Box was always the Pause Ticket.
This 'Heroine NTR' has turned out way more enjoyable than I expected, so ending it in one go felt like such a waste.
And luckily, it popped out right away on my one and only shot.
"Heh, talk about good luck."
With a Pause Ticket, I can put 'Heroine NTR' on hold and keep it preserved. Then, if I enter again while holding another Pause Ticket, I can freely go back and forth between reality and this world whenever I want.
In other words, I get to live a second life.
Man... I originally came in here just to vent some sexual frustration, but it's turned into something truly precious as I've lived it out.
For one thing, I've got an unbelievably adorable daughter now!
Sure, it's responsibility without the pleasure... but I'm getting plenty of pleasure elsewhere anyway, so no big deal.
And responsibility isn't half bad, either. How could I not love seeing Cecilia flash that cute little smile, thanking me for every single thing I do?
"Now the question is... when to use this thing..."
Part of me wants to pop it right now, but I've only just started treating Luina Ober.
Wouldn't it be smarter to get the treatment on track first before pausing?
Hold up— this time around, the protagonist is basically on track to become the heroine, right?
Does that mean the rank depends on how far Luina Ober falls and corrupts?
If so, I gotta be careful not to hit S-rank?
...Actually, wouldn't it be better to just stop the NTR altogether? If I keep going and accidentally trigger S-rank for some unknown reason, I'm screwed.
...No, I can't just skip the treatment.
What if Luina Ober croaks from the curse? Game over, right?
Hold on... game over...?
"Holy shit..."
Chicken skin crawled up my entire body.
The fact that I ended up treating Luina Ober was pure coincidence. I didn't even know she was afflicted with 'God's Jealousy'.
But what if I'd failed to land that academy job and Luina Ober died from the curse?
"Fuck..."
I would've been separated from Cecilia forever.
Just like the last 'Heroine NTR'—kicked back to reality without a clue why.
It hit me like a brick.
I needed to handle Luina Ober with way more care than I'd thought.
Which means...
"Hm..."
Knowing that doesn't really change anything.
I just keep treating her like normal until she's fully cured, corrupt her just enough to avoid S-rank, and call it good.
Stopping at treatment alone is too risky. What if she suddenly drops dead for some other reason?
At this point, to keep living this 'Heroine NTR' as a second life, I need Luina Ober by my side at all times.
So... no S-rank means no full corruption... How about turning her into a slave who serves me forever?
Oh, yeah. Perfect. Every time she's about to fully fall, I torment her just enough to block S-rank—but still hook her so deep on the pleasure I give her that she can't bear to leave.
"Kukukuku."
Yes. That's the plan.
Decision made.
Just imagining it is enough to get me hard.
"Yawwwn..."
Ah, but why am I so damn tired?
Is it normal to get this sleepy just from thinking a little?
Lately, my body doesn't even feel like my own.
I wake up unrested, and at some point, the morning wood just... vanished.
"What, is some virgin ghost coming every night to ride me or something?"
Sigh... Tiredness makes me spout all kinds of nonsense.
A week had passed since Luina Ober received her first breast-touching treatment,
and in that week, she'd undergone the same treatment twice more.
The act she'd assumed would end after once kept repeating.
Deokbae Asil voiced doubts about the curse that refused to heal no matter how many times it was repeated, but Luina Ober knew the true cause.
It was a sickness of the heart that had taken root in her.
This illness stemmed from several tangled reasons.
The first was guilt toward Lucius.
Truth be told, Lucius wasn't her type. Even reading the original novel, she'd always been more into the prince type than childhood friends.
Like the saying that bad boys are more alluring, the timid, overly kind Lucius just didn't spark anything for her.
Of course, she was truly grateful for how he always only had eyes for her—but a heart that wouldn't follow was unavoidable.
But... for one reason or another, the prince had left her, leaving Lucius as her only option.
In the end, she'd tearfully chosen him out of necessity.
Yet she couldn't fully devote herself to Lucius.
Her feelings for the prince were too strong to just let go that quickly.
The prince was, naturally, the academy's top heartthrob—rumors about him followed wherever she went, and inevitably, even with Lucius by her side, her attention drifted to those whispers.
She loathed herself for it, but couldn't erase the lingering regret for the prince, trapping her in an endless cycle of worsening emotions.
The second reason was self-loathing.
Sure, it was embarrassing and mortifying, but it was still just treatment—yet she climaxed every single time.
And not just climaxing, but squirting like a whore.
Her chair ended up with indelible stains, forcing her to pack spare panties after every session.
She should have found it repulsive, hated it, wished for it to end quickly—but strangely, she loved being touched by him. It felt loving, and she craved for those moments to last forever.
After each treatment ended, she'd brainwash herself that it was her worst nightmare, as if nothing had happened—but her body was brutally honest.
Thinking of the next treatment made her heat up, her breath quicken, her nipples stiffen.
She'd fallen deep into the pleasure of his treatments. Two days ago, when he slathered that sticky, viscous "cream for treatment" on her nipples, it felt like heaven.
The unpleasant texture and nauseating smell were addictively good.
She even masturbated to the memory of that scent before bed.
She knew she shouldn't.
But it happened anyway.
Her self-loathing was natural. Even to herself, she seemed utterly depraved.
She knew it was wrong, yet craved more.
She shouldn't be touched there, but wanted it desperately. Shouldn't look forward to it, but did anyway.
Day by day, growing more lewd, she felt self-disgust even as
she began to savor the thrill of her gradual corruption.
Guilt and self-hatred, self-loathing and forbidden pleasure—emotions she'd never felt before twisted together, tormenting her until her heart fell ill.
This illness, naturally, grew with each treatment, so the curse spreading to her breasts regenerated after every session,
and thus she kept letting the man touch her.
Time passed again, and treatment time arrived.
She stripped off her top to bare her breasts, donned the blindfold, and waited for the man's touch.
She was already aroused—her nipples stood erect, and her panties were soaked.
She was primed and ready to be touched at any moment.
Wondering how good it would feel today, she waited eagerly—when suddenly, the man slipped his hand into her panties.
"Eung...?"
His thick, firm finger grazed her clit before plunging unhesitatingly into her folds.
A flood of pleasure poured out—nothing like the breast touching.
"...Huh? Haat..."
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
It was that unbelievable.
But the fingers working her pussy were real.
The unbearable ecstasy was proof.
"Ah, no... don't..."
Having her breasts touched and her pussy touched were worlds apart.
No matter how slutty she'd become, she had no intention of allowing this.
This was supposed to be treatment, wasn't it? Touching a woman's most precious place without warning during treatment was unforgivable.
Of course, she should resist.
Rip off the blindfold right now,
cover herself,
scream,
and flee from the man.
But...
"Ha-eut, haa... haang...!"
She only let out sweet moans.
As if she'd been waiting for this exact moment...