Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: The Treatment the Patient Wants
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“Kim Seungbin, Counselor... from now on, you're my tamer.”
“...Tamer?”
“Yes! I heard rumors of women going missing lately, so I was patrolling to find the culprit when I got caught by a slave trader like you. And now, I'm undergoing training to become a slave!”
...What the hell is this unnecessarily detailed setup?
Before I knew it, Saintess Sohee had locked handcuffs around her own wrists and ankles, rendering herself completely immobile.
She stood in the center of the flickering torch-lit cave, gazing at me with a half-entranced expression.
The rules of the role-play therapy were being explained not by the doctor, but by the patient herself.
For a moment, I was utterly dumbfounded, at a loss for words.
“...”
But in the end, my role was that of a dominant male.
The goal was to shatter the sadistic fantasy she craved in the real world.
“Alright, then... shall we begin?”
I took the whip she offered me.
But what was this?
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't some play prop—it had a heavy texture woven from real animal hide. The handle even reeked of old, dried blood.
It felt like the real deal, the kind used to brutalize slaves in the Wild West era.
I rummaged around, hoping for something else, but the drawer only held even more dangerous items.
In the end, I had no choice.
“So, we start with this?”
“...Kim Seungbin Tamer. What the hell are you doing?”
“Y-Yes?”
But as I tried to start cautiously, Saintess Sohee's face hardened into a pout in an instant.
“Would any tamer in the world ask for permission before training a slave? You just dive right in! How am I supposed to get immersed like this?”
“...Ah, right.”
“Don't ever do that again. It kills the mood the second you hesitate.”
...No, Saintess.
This isn't some SM play with safe words—it's legitimate psychiatric treatment.
But breaking her immersion could be even more dangerous.
It might not just fail the treatment; it could imprint a new trauma instead.
I cleared my throat and lowered my voice.
“Heh heh... Let the training begin.”
“That's right. Now that's the attitude of a proper tamer.”
Screw it.
This patient was different from Yunhwa or Narae, whom I'd treated before. She'd only nurtured this fantasy in her head.
She'd never actually experienced it.
Once she faced reality, the gap from her imagination would shock her awake.
And so, as she wished, I became the 'villain'—a slave trader taming a woman who'd infiltrated the slave market and got caught.
“Heh heh heh... To think you'd dare barge in here. You've got some guts sticking out of your belly.”
“Ugh... Where are the captured women? Release them at once, you villain!”
“Heh heh... As if. Instead, you'll take their place. Take this!”
With those words, I raised the whip.
Cutting through the air.
Crack!
Even though I'd held back, the sharp crack echoed as the whip grazed Saintess Sohee's body.
“Eut...!”
Her clothes tore, revealing pale skin beneath.
Cold sweat instantly beaded down my back.
'...Fuck. This isn't just any whip.'
And then.
Woooong.
A faint glow seeped from the tip I'd swung.
That's when it hit me.
“No way... Hunter gear?”
This wasn't some role-play prop like I'd thought.
It was real equipment made for beating down monsters.
In other words, not a toy for patient play—it was a genuine weapon that could kill a person.
Shocked, I decided I had to stop.
But.
“Haa... So annoying.”
“...Yes?”
Saintess Sohee, right before my eyes.
Her expression wasn't just pouting anymore.
It was as if she'd light a cigarette right then and there—cold, dry, her excitement utterly snuffed out.
And her eyes were clearly saying.
What a total bore...
“Kim Seungbin Tamer... what the hell are you doing right now?”
“Huh? No, I...?”
I was the one dumbfounded, as if I'd been scolded, but she glanced at the whip with even more disappointed eyes and raised her voice.
“Your lines. What kind of amateur acting is that? It's so childish.”
“Childish...?”
“Yes. When I asked where the captured women were, a real tamer would've cracked the whip right then to break this bitch's spirit! You have to show her the pain.”
“......”
“And you swung it so weakly it was obvious... But worst of all, 'Take this'? What is that? You trying to play catch with me?”
...I'm a doctor.
A psychiatry resident. A real doctor.
Yet here I was, getting schooled by the patient on the flaws in my 'role-play therapy.'
It felt just like back in university, getting torn apart by a professor during a thesis presentation.
And the problem was, her critiques were so unnecessarily detailed I couldn't even counter.
Then came words that nearly stopped my breath.
“Kim Seungbin Tamer... no, Counselor. Honestly, I'm hugely disappointed.”
“Disappointed...?”
“Yes. At first, I had high hopes. That big, burly body not typical of a guy, those rugged features. And the reviews from those two hunters who said they were satisfied after your counseling... I thought maybe you could unravel my roots, my desires, and the torment inside me.”
But her expectations had been shattered.
“Do you remember when we first met? On the street, when you called me a 'rude bitch' and sexually harassed me to your heart's content?”
“...It wasn't that extreme.”
“For a moment back then, I was excited. But... you're all the same in the end. Just another ordinary 'man.' I was the fool for believing there could be a real man in this world who could truly dominate a woman.”
She muttered that, then gazed vacantly at the ceiling like a child snapped out of a dream.
And slumped to the ground as if all strength had left her.
...This is dangerous.
It's not simple disappointment.
If she brands even this last escape—her fantasy—as 'fake,' her dopamine-addicted right brain's reward system, already crumbling, would plunge into deeper despair, triggering a depressive episode.
She could fall into irreversible depression.
“Hah, but... I was worried you'd get hurt! This whip is monster subjugation gear, isn't it? One wrong move and— ”
I desperately explained.
That it was dangerous, so I'd gone easy on purpose.
Let's try again, more carefully this time.
But.
“Hurt? Counselor, I think you're misunderstanding something.”
In that instant, Saintess Sohee's eyes flashed.
And then.
“Tch, stop being so frustrating.”
Clank!
She tore her bound arms apart with raw strength, shattering the handcuffs in one go.
“Wha—?!”
“I'm a hunter too, you know. I could break these anytime if I wanted. And...”
Before I could stop her in my shock, she lifted her leg in a high kick, smashing the ankle cuffs too.
Her nun's habit skirt flared up, fully exposing her thighs and panties, but she didn't care a bit.
Step, step.
She walked right up to me and held out her hand.
“Hand it over. Fuck, this is getting on my nerves.”
“...Yes?”
Saintess Sohee snatched the whip from my grip.
She weighed it for a few seconds, then...
Crack!!
I braced for her to lash me, but instead, she whipped her own thigh.
“Eut...!”
The sound of it biting into flesh.
Far more powerful than when I'd swung it.
The habit tore, a red welt blooming on her thigh.
As blood beaded and the skin split, I shouted in alarm.
“Y-You're insane... Saintess Sohee! What the hell are you doing to yourself?!”
But she caught her breath as if it were nothing and declared firmly.
“Cure.”
Light spread, and the bloodied wound vanished smoothly in seconds.
And without hesitation—
Crack!
She lashed the other thigh.
Then again.
“Cure.”
Heal.
And again, crack!
She repeated the self-harm and healing four or five times before glaring at me as if to say, Satisfied now? and yelled.
“See...? Counselor... haa... I'm fine... No, I want more... Harder, deeper...! Even if the flesh tears, even if blood flows... I want it all from your hands...!”
I'd been wrong.
Assuming she was still an innocent saintess lost in masochistic fantasies.
No.
Saintess Sohee had long been indulging in these 'rituals' alone.
Alone couldn't quench her thirst, so she'd come seeking a real man's touch.
But what I showed her was lily-livered caution, Confucian prissiness.
And this madness was the result.
“...Let's just call off the session.”
“Saintess...”
“Don't even call my name! I trusted you, Counselor. I spilled all my secrets... And yet, and yet!!”
Tears streamed from her blue eyes.
Disappointment, betrayal, and nowhere-to-go desire twisted her face all at once.
In that moment, I realized.
As a psychiatrist, for the first time, I might lose a patient.
'...I see. She's already half-broken.'
To save her, textbook methods meant nothing.
What she needed now was to burn her longed-for fantasy to the ground.
Plunge her to the bottom once, so she'd see the fantasy's emptiness and return to reality.
I stared at Saintess Kim Sohee with resolve, cold as ice.
And then.
“Saintess Kim Sohee.”
“...! I told you not to call my— Kek?!”
Grip!
I seized her nape and hoisted her up.
Her slender body dangled in the air, toes kicking futilely.
Like a hunter clutching a thrashing female beast, her breath choked off, and her blue eyes wavered between terror and ecstasy.
“Hey, you fucking worm bitch. I was just about to start taming you, and you try to run?”
“Kuh... ha, haa...!”
“You fucking bitch, today I'm gonna break you for good. Got it? Then choke out a double peace sign with that gripped throat and apologize.”
I tightened my grip a fraction more.
Her nape trembled, flushing red.
In that precarious moment on the brink of blackout, her eyes flashed and twisted.
Tears and desire mingled in a mad gaze of pleasure.
“Heh... heh heh heh...! S-Sorry, Tamer... This stupid bitch forgot her place... and dared to act up before a real stud...!”
Her thighs quivered, clenching on their own though unbound.
With each gasp, her face flushed deeper, drool trickling from her lips.
“So... you ready to get fucked now?”
“...! Y-Yes, yesss! Please... ram your overwhelming stud 'wisdom' into this inferior bitch~~!!”
With those words, her body went limp, only for the blue fire of mania to blaze anew in her eyes.
As if begging for more, she writhed in suffocating humiliation, arching her waist to press desperately against me.