Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Doctor Life... Too Hard
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Kim Sohee, Saintess.
If you're a woman who can only breathe a sigh of relief when you abandon yourself to agony like this... I'll stay by your side until the end.
It doesn't matter if it's pleasure or self-destruction.
To me, it's just an act justified in the name of treatment.
So I repeated it to myself, like scolding my own impulses.
This isn't mere desire right now.
The woman before me had voluptuous breasts and a plump, taut ass— a vulgarly seductive bitch who didn't match the holy word "Saintess" at all.
But what I was doing wasn't simple sex.
This was medical treatment.
A procedure where the doctor had to draw out the patient's perversions deeply before she drowned in them and fell into ruin.
And so, I finally possessed the role of a beast tamer.
I raised my hand high and slammed my palm down onto the Saintess's ample breasts with all my might.
Smack!
A sharp sound rang out as her breasts jiggled wildly, the skin reddening instantly.
"What the hell is this vulgar slab of meat?! You call yourself a Saintess like this?!"
"Nnghooo?! Y-Yes...! I'm not a Saintess...! I'm just a filthy whore...!"
The Saintess let out a piggish squeal, her nostrils flaring as she panted roughly, as if she'd been waiting for it.
She clasped her hands behind her head and spread her thighs wide, assuming the pose.
It wasn't the stance of a holy nun— it was the posture of a female slave begging to be thoroughly broken in.
"Don't get all excited on your own, you worthless slut."
No matter how little combat ability she had, the Saintess's body was definitely Hunter-grade.
Even the weakest rank was on a whole different level from some ordinary person.
Weak? In reality, she possessed far greater strength than me.
To keep tormenting this "weak" powerhouse, I gritted my teeth and turned behind her.
My arms, honed daily at the gym. Veins bulging, muscles straining to burst.
I squeezed out every ounce of that power and locked her in a chokehold.
"B-Breath... breath...! ...Can't... breathe."
"?!"
Shit, she's enduring this?
I thought my sub-10% body fat male muscles could subdue even a frail Hunter...!
But reality was different.
The headlock around her neck only briefly cut off her air— not fatally.
Kim Sohee, the Saintess, looked up at me slowly.
The heart-shaped glint in her eyes was gradually fading.
As her excitement cooled and disappointment began to rise...
No...! If she wilts here, it's all over!
Sweating bullets, I frantically scanned the room.
That was when...
"...! That's it!"
I snatched the Hunter-exclusive whip from nearby.
It looked like an ordinary cord, but the moment it swung, it gleamed with mana and could shred monsters.
I wrapped that cord around the Saintess's neck and yanked it tight like a madman.
"Kek?! B-Breath... blocked...!"
"You dare look at me with those eyes, you pathetic bitch?"
"S-Sor... ry...!"
Foam bubbled from her lips, but her eyes blazed anew.
Her face turned blue, yet an eerie ecstasy burst from within.
"Heheheheh... Tamer...! Finally... you're choking me right...! More... harder, until my neck crushes...!"
As if she'd gladly die for it, she shed tears while smiling in rapture.
A face drunk on bliss, the expression of a deranged beast.
Meanwhile, I wavered between the terror of killing my patient as a doctor... and the twisted thrill that she wanted it.
"Damn... my wrist'll snap first at this rate."
When I finally released the whip cord, she clutched her throat, gasping with a smile of pure ecstasy.
But that gaze still burned with unsatisfied hunger.
...No good. She won't be satisfied with this. If I stop now, she'll go berserk again soon.
To prevent the next frenzy, I rushed to the rock-like drawer and grabbed the handle.
There had to be something useful.
"This... a saw? And pliers? No, no... even if it's treatable, this crosses the line."
No, seriously— why the hell were a saw and pliers in this counseling room under "medical supplies"?
Was this a real psych office or a torture set?
Of course, with the Saintess's skills, even if limbs got "severed," they could regenerate easily.
But that was the problem.
Letting her taste that level of hardcore would expand her sexual limits insanely, beyond mere satisfaction.
Once she got a taste, nothing short of stronger, more extreme stimulation would excite her.
That would push her past escapism addiction into her brain burning out entirely, tumbling into ruin.
"...Damn, seal away this crazy gear."
I shut the drawer and rummaged further.
And then...
"...! Yes, this'll do."
What landed in my hand was something unexpectedly simple.
A torture device that hypersensitized nerves: a blindfold mask.
Bind her with the whip instead. Way better than rope.
Regular handcuffs? She'd snap them in seconds.
Flimsy restraints that looked tough wouldn't work.
The key was immersion.
The moment it broke, she'd go cold, and all my buildup would crumble instantly.
So I swung the whip a few more times first.
Smack! Whip!
The mana flash at the whip's tip struck her skin, making her body shudder like it was drenched in electric current.
"Kkhoook?! Th-Thank you... for the whip!"
A slurred moan.
I sneered and stepped closer.
"Stay still. Now I'll show you real hell."
"H-Hell...?! Uh... heheheheh...! Y-Yes...!"
I bound her body— covered in red welts— tightly with the whip cord.
Conveniently, there was a hook on the ceiling.
I hung her from it, and her nun's habit draped down, blatantly exposing her thighs and lower belly.
Finally, I blindfolded her, cutting off her sight completely.
"My... eyes?! ...W-What are you gonna do? You think this makes me give up?"
Her lips pressed tight, but her voice quivered sweetly.
I mocked her like a villain in response.
"Saintess. You were squealing like a vulgar pig earlier, now switching back to holy act? Doesn't make sense."
She steadied her breath and mimicked a calm, prayerful tone from the convent.
But the act didn't last.
A crack, drip as I picked up the gloves.
"...Hngh?!"
"Good. Now I'll do it your way, slut."
I took a breath and drove my full-powered fist into her lower belly.
"Come on! Squeal vulgarly, like a pig!"
Thud!
"Kkuhiiik?! Buhiit! Buhiik! Hrrrrk...!"
Her habit fluttered as her belly twitched.
From behind the blindfold came a bizarre wail— moan or cry, impossible to tell.
Sweat poured like a waterfall between her thighs.
But then...
"Damn...?!"
I, too, had to step back, breaking a cold sweat for entirely different reasons.
The reason was clear: I'd struck the exposed white belly flesh torn open by the whip.
But the sensation at my knuckles was utterly unlike expected.
It felt like punching a concrete wall barehanded.
Pain like my fingers were shattering.
Yet she, oblivious, grinned slackly and panted.
"Haa... haaa... G-Good...! Harder...! Crush my organs, rip me apart!"
I swallowed a sigh.
As a doctor, and as a man.
'Even with Hunter gear, it hurts this much?'
The whip had only grazed with its leather tip, so I hadn't felt it much.
But bare-knuckling it revealed the truth.
A Hunter's body was a human weapon everywhere except soft spots like breasts or thighs.
Still, I couldn't stop, even as my right hand throbbed like it might tear apart.
"I-Is that all you've got?!"
"Krrk...!"
"I won't break from this! You filthy slave trader!"
Shit, if I were a real slave trader, I'd apologize and refund her right here.
But... I'm a doctor. Just her attending physician playing slave trader.
The patient wants it.
More, more, more.
Feeling my hand wrap fraying, I threw another punch.
"You fucking bitch!"
Thud!
"Kkhiiik?!"
"Talk big like a pig, but you're loving it, huh?"
Thump! Thump!
"Nnghooo?! Y-Yes...! It feels so good...!"
Her answer was a desperate moan.
A plea for my sandbag-pummeling fists to bruise her steel-hard belly.
Even if my knuckles shattered, bones splintered, this patient craved "more."
Panting, at some point I switched from punches to kicks.
Crack!
"Kkuhiiik?! Buhiit! Th-Thank you for hitting a woman's only weak spot, buhiit! More! Hit me more, buhiit!"
"Shut your trap, you cunt— don't give orders!"
"Kkuhiiiik! Sorry! I forgot my place as a bitch and begged first! Sorryyy!"
Her screams, sobs, and laughter echoed through the counseling room.
Beneath my feet, sweat pooled like holy water, her toes trembling and splashing droplets.
...Time to end it.
I'm beat to hell.
The real finale now.
Panting, I borrowed the slave trader's gruff voice and bellowed.
"Spread your legs. I'll wreck you till you can't even hold your piss, heh..."
"Ahh...! Now you're gonna smash my excretory organs and strip away the last shred of human dignity...? Y-You're too cruel...!"
...Then why are you smiling, Saintess?
Tears streamed from under the blindfold, mingling with her smile— filthy yet alluringly radiant.
In the end, suspended in midair, she spread her crotch wide.
Her nun's skirt rolled up her thighs, exposing the panties that had been modestly hidden.
In that moment, she wasn't a Saintess— just a bitch born for whips and fists.
"...Fuck, this is my limit. End it here."
I mustered my last strength, raised my leg sky-high, and slammed a kick home.
"Come on! Squeal vulgar to the end!"
Thud!
"Kkhiiik?! Kkuhoooo...! Th-Thank youuu!!"
Her body dangled from the ceiling hook, flapping and shuddering, tears streaming from under the blindfold.
But that cry wasn't pain— it was a scream of joy.
I collapsed, gasping.
Every muscle screamed.
Tomorrow, it'd be casts, not just painkillers.
And yet... even then, the faint smile creeping across the Saintess's lips hadn't faded.