Chapter 56

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 56

Chapter Title: Pleasure Circuit Dominator

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Ahh... So this is the status window.

It felt like I was floating lightly in the sky.

My body was buoyant, cozy all the way down to my bones, as if they'd melted away.

Like... maybe this is what it feels like for a human soul arriving in heaven after death—a warm, drowsy sensation.

And that's when the thought hit me.

This dazzling white space.

No matter if my eyes were open or closed, all I saw was pure white. My body wouldn't move, and there wasn't a sound to be heard. Could this mean I'd actually died?

Did I croak in that insane place called the "Nyaa Nyaa Dungeon," where the women might as well have been named "Nyaa" but were really just a mob trying to crush my ribs with their thighs and squeeze every last drop of cum out of me until I died from exhaustion?

Or maybe all that Nyaa Nyaa sex was just a dream, and this was me waking up to reality...

It was right then, in the middle of those pathetic thoughts.

Suddenly, a translucent window popped up right in front of me in the pure white space.

I know this...

Isn't this that thing?

The legendary system window from all those web novels that only appears to the protagonist if you shout "Status! Stats!" or whatever.

And it kept popping up more windows, as if I'd fulfilled some condition it wanted.

Wait, mode? What the hell is this?

Yeah, I get that, but what is it?

Telling me that in some ambiguous limbo where I don't even know if I'm dead or alive, with just a floating status window? Yeah, that inspires zero trust.

It's going ahead on its own with "Installing..." and ramping up the download progress like I asked for it.

If I had to compare my mood right now, it's like clicking a spam text without knowing better, and now it's bombarding me with messages begging for trust.

In other words, three seconds from "I'm fucked" if I just sit here.

So fuck, what the hell is a "Pleasure Circuit Dominator" even supposed to mean from the jump?

I'm a psychiatrist. My job is treating uncontrolled pleasures and abnormal urges, not...

Managing them would be one thing, but "dominating"? That word gave me an instinctive sense of wrongness.

I needed to stop this status window right now.

But then.

"...?"

The font suddenly changed.

More precisely, the typeface on the window switched up.

In that instant, I felt an oddly weird vibe.

Like some other person had suddenly started chatting right in front of me.

And the message from this rude-mouthed status window was simple, clear, and straightforward.

The second I saw that line, curses rose all the way to the back of my throat on reflex.

Is this really a status window?

Or is some demon actually possessing my brain?

Don't status windows usually go "Congratulations! Mode acquired!" or something?

But this was just some asshole perched on my balls, threatening me under the guise of persuasion.

"...But damn if it isn't right, so I got nothing to say."

Honestly, it was a little convincing.

Psychiatry in the real world is just paperwork and charting, but in this world, my daily grind is listening to brain-melting pervert consultations from freak patients non-stop.

My balls were already shriveling from work stress every day, and if I had to keep facing patients bare like this, I'd really be fucked.

The moment that single line appeared, the window flashed brightly and vanished.

And—

"...Haaaaaaaah?!"

In that instant, an electric jolt of pleasure shot up my spine, piercing through my body.

My eyes rolled back, and my pulse went berserk from my balls to my heart.

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It felt like someone had hooked my brain nerves and jammed electricity straight from my dick to my cerebrum.

My chest heaved wildly, my limbs went numb and twitched.

And somewhere in my head, someone chuckled lowly.

"N-No! I'm not buying that! I said no!"

I bolted upright—!

At least give me time to think!

I knew exactly what it was aiming for, and it was obviously gonna force it in with a "Chu-rai chu-rai~♥" and I'd never be able to remove it, so I needed even a moment to catch my breath.

But when I shouted that and shot up, the status window was gone from in front of me.

Instead, an unfamiliar ceiling came into view.

And all around, medical equipment neatly arranged.

In the distance, the steady "beep... beep..." of an EKG at regular intervals.

...In other words, this place was.

"A hospital room?"

Even as a doctor, I wasn't specialized in this area, so I'd never actually been in one.

But right now, it looked like I'd been wheeled into something like the ICU.

The clothes I was wearing had been changed to a patient gown at some point.

"Was that... just a dream?"

I was tilting my head, thinking that, when.

"M-Master...?"

...Master?

The moment I heard that word, cold sweat trickled down my spine.

There's only one person in this world who calls me that.

I turned my head, and a red fox tail was swishing back and forth. Vertical, beast-like pupils stared straight through me.

It was the exact gaze I always saw looking down at her.

My one of my patients under care.

I'd treated her, and she'd gone into heat and lost her mind.

But right now... I was the one in bed, and she was the one looking down at me, her eyes trembling.

Even so, waking up to find I wasn't alone didn't feel all that bad.

The moment she saw me, her face lit up brightly, and she raised both hands, flapping them joyfully.

"Narae, it's been a while. How've you been?"

"M-Master... MasterMaster! You're awake!!"

Whoosh—!

Before I could even finish, she buried her face in my chest.

Her red fox tail vibrated in the air like an electric toothbrush, shaking like mad.

"Hwaaaang! I was so worried! I seriously... When I heard you got sucked into a special dungeon and came out unconscious, I thought I was gonna lose it!!"

"Haha, yeah?"

"Yes!! The shock was so bad that... I-I didn't even masturbate for a whole three days and just stayed by your side the entire time!"

"W-What?!"

And what shocked me here.

Wasn't the fact that what felt like a quick nap had me laid up in this hospital room for three whole days.

It was that this fox girl, who always had to expose herself "naked outdoors" due to her extreme exhibitionism to relieve her lust...

This Narae, who could go into perpetual heat if she wanted, hadn't touched her pussy—not even an ""—for three days ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠straight because of me.

......It was kinda touching.

...But is it normal to be happy that my patient didn't masturbate?

As I was thinking that, I reached out and stroked under her perked-up ears, petting the fox who was rubbing against my chest.

"...Huh?"

In that moment, as if to prove the earlier events weren't a dream, the status window floated up again before my eyes.

"Huh? Master, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Narae, you can't see this?"

"Pardon? ...See what?"

And apparently, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a huge translucent window was right in front of me, but Narae couldn't see it at all.

'What the hell is this...?'

It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠weird.

Suspicious.

And at the same time, insanely intriguing.

It was definitely that "Pleasure Circuit Dominator" status window from before.

Now it was tempting me to view Narae's info window.

I stared at it for a long while—

'Yeah. Once or twice... should be fine, right?'

My finger automatically pressed into empty air.

But what the hell is this?

I stared at the translucent window floating in front of me for a good while, then muttered without thinking.

An info window...?

Don't these usually show levels, HP, mana, agility, something like that?

But this—

'Vaginal pressure 200%...? Heat cycle 1.5 days...? Masturbation avg. 5.2 times...?'

This wasn't a combat power scanner. No matter how you sliced it, this was a quality inspection sheet right before shipping off the assembly line of a sex factory.