Chapter 15: Church Sister Training Journal (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 15: Church Sister Training Journal (1)[R-18]
“Ahat! Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha!!”
She had a petite, compact build and healthy, sun-kissed skin.
At a glance, she looked like a girl who loved playing outdoors, but two mounds of flesh—quite out of proportion with her height—swayed wildly against her chest.
“Yes, it was you! You were the one thing I was missing!”
The Hero and the Demon King.
Light and Shadow.
Order and Chaos.
And...
The Manager and the Troll.
Archenemies.
An inseparable bond.
Poporing Spairy was certain that 8WanksADay◆ was the person she had been waiting for.
“8WanksADay◆! You complete me!!”
Her spam posts were being deleted in an instant, and her dynamic IPs were all being banned, but she didn’t care!
Creating a new VPN was a bit of a chore, but she could make as many as she wanted.
Today alone, Poporing had used over thirty different IPs to troll the forum.
In fact, she had written nearly 80% of all the spam posts herself.
‘...Hehehe! I’m going to need more VPNs and more gore threads.’
Until now, trolling a Gallery without a Manager had only left her feeling empty.
Hearing the other users wail in frustration?
To be honest, it was fun at first.
But the screams of the audience, rather than the protagonist, were starting to get boring.
Another problem was that the users were getting used to her antics, starting to ignore and block her.
At least watching UseNiceWordsOnly■ get all worked up was worth seeing, but that was about it.
How could they possibly stop the ‘One of a Thousand Masks’—a single user who manipulated public opinion and flooded the Gallery using dozens of dynamic nicknames?
[High Mage vs. High Spirit Mage, who wins in a fight?][451]
This latest thread was the same.
Unfortunately, she had been totally wrecked in this particular keyboard battle... well, there was a slight accident, but as always, she was the one who emerged victorious in the end.
It wasn't satisfying, though.
There’s no value in a guaranteed victory.
However, a Manager is different.
A battle between the spear that can pierce anything (VPN) and the shield that can block anything (Ban).
At the thought that an equal opponent had finally appeared, Poporing licked her lips and let out a loud laugh.
“Ahahahaha! 8WanksADay◆, I truly welcome you to my Gallery! Because of you, I can finally become the true Dark Emperor...”
Thud—!
“Shut up! Do you have any idea what time it is?!”
“Hieek!... S-S-Sorry... I’m sorry...”
Poporing apologized while trembling at the shout coming from beyond the wall.
Self-proclaimed) One of the Gallery’s Three Great Villains.
Self-proclaimed) The Dark Emperor of the Gallery.
Self-proclaimed) The One of a Thousand Masks.
In the Gallery, Poporing enjoyed the attention she got by trolling under the shield of anonymity, but her reality was...
“...Seriously... they should be... grateful... that I... even live... in a place like this... just you wait... I’m... a really... amazing person... it’s just that... the world... doesn't recognize... my value... once I... hit it... big... I won’t even... look at... a trashy house... like this... no soundproofing... mumble mumble...”
She was nothing more than a shut-in magic tool maker with social anxiety.
*
The day before the Academy term started.
I tried to go see Evelyn, but I was kicked out of the mansion after being told she wasn't feeling well and couldn't see anyone.
‘Not feeling well, my ass. She’s probably just masturbating all day.’
[Spectators]
Name: Evelyn Marigold
Masturbation Count: 1284 > 1301
Max Climaxes in a Day: 16
Last used material: Having sex with Ian in an Academy classroom (Delusion)
Evelyn’s masturbation count rose steadily every single day without fail.
It made me wonder if she should be the one using the nickname 8WanksADay instead of me.
‘...I kind of want to see her, though.’
This was the first time since I moved out that I hadn't seen Evelyn’s face for this long.
The absence of someone who was always by my side left me with a significant sense of loss.
‘Well, I’ll see her tomorrow anyway... At least I have the Gallery.’
If I didn't have the Gallery and Spectators and heard that Evelyn was sick, I would have forced my way in to see her.
The idea of Evelyn being sick without me by her side was unthinkable.
But...
[Author: ChildhoodFriendRapist■] = [Evelyn Marigold]
[Aaaaaaaagh!!! I don't want to go back to school!!!!][4]
Aaaaaaaagh!! Why do I have to be in the same class as my childhood friend!!!
Anonymous (892.151): But you like being in the same class, don't you?
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Of course I do, fuck! But aaaaaaaagh!!!
ㄴ Anonymous (892.151): Jeez, another fit. How long is this going to last? Have you even seen your childhood friend since that day?
ㄴChildhoodFriendRapist■: Shut up, aaaaaaaagh!!!
‘She looks healthy enough.’
While it didn't completely fill the void of not being able to see her, the Gallery provided some comfort.
*
[Author: UseNiceWordsOnly■] = [Elfriede]
[But isn't banning someone just for spamming a bit much?][18]
Sometimes there’s a good reason to spam, isn't there? Like proving why those darkies are so uncivilized.
Anonymous (74.817): For real... we need to let people know why those damn elves are so shitty.
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: No, just fight in the comments. I told you I won't ban people for commenting.
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: If we fight in the comments, the post gets buried!!
ㄴ8WanksADay◆: Are you fighting just to show off?
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: Why fight if you're not going to show it?
‘...As expected, this one is out of her mind.’
I wanted to ignore her, but I knew she’d have a total meltdown if I did.
ㄴ 8WanksADay◆: I have a great idea. I’ll create an Arena, and you guys can fight there.
ㄴ UseNiceWordsOnly■: What’s an Arena?
ㄴ 8WanksADay◆: I’ll post a notice using my Manager authority. You guys can fight in the comments of that post. That way, the Gallery stays clean and your fight won't get buried.
ㄴ UseNiceWordsOnly■: That’s a fucking stupid idea lol. Let’s do it right now lol.
ㄴ 8WanksADay◆: Okay. I might add more rules later, but for now, the same topic can only be posted at least two weeks apart, and the loser of the fight gets banned for two weeks.
ㄴ ChildhoodFriendRapist■: Two weeks without the Gallery? How could anyone survive that? I’d kill myself.
ㄴ Anonymous (211.209): For real, it’s an Arena where you literally put your life on the line.
ㄴ 8WanksADay◆: Also, now that the Arena exists, if you fight outside of it or refuse to admit defeat and start spamming, you get an immediate 100-day ban.
ㄴ Anonymous (511.462): That’s actually a great idea. The Gallery is going to be so clean.
ㄴ ILoveTenantFarmers■: Alright, let the Manager worship begin.
ㄴ UseNiceWordsOnly■: Stop sucking up.
ㄴ ILoveTenantFarmers■: Honestly, this is worth it lol.
There were a few negative comments, but the response was overwhelmingly positive.
“8WanksADay◆, you’ve done it again...”
Am I a natural-born Manager?
To come up with a crazy idea like an Arena in an instant—thinking back on it, I really am a genius.
Just as I was basking in the glory of my own management skills...
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: ...Master?
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: Are you... not going to give me orders anymore?
“...!”
My eyes widened at the notification for a comment from a nickname I could never forget.
‘What? How did Anonymous (89.74) know I was 8WanksADay◆?’
Startled, I checked and saw it was a reply to a comment I had written as Anonymous (89.74), not as 8WanksADay◆.
‘Ah... even if I log in, the notifications still come through.’
While I was at it, I took a quick look at the conversation I’d had with Lady Yuris, and the blood immediately rushed to my cock again.
‘Looking at it again, this is so hot...’
Contrary to my thought that it would all vanish like a dream after one night, Lady Yuris hadn't even deleted the photos; she’d left everything as it was.
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: Please give me an order... This bitch... can’t... go on without Master anymore.
*
My heart pounded at the additional comment that appeared.
Thump— Thump—
*
‘Could she... be serious?’
If...
Just maybe...
Could Lady Yuris truly consider me her Master?
The moment that thought crossed my mind...
▶ Spectators has been updated!!
A new notification window appeared before my eyes.
*
It had been three days since she became Master’s bitch.
Yuris was withering away as she waited for her Master, who had vanished without a word.
The first day without posting a photo was manageable.
However, from the second day, the fire inside her body began to grow rapidly... and by now, the heat had become unbearable.
‘...Should I... post a photo...?’
The thought kept crossing her mind, but she shook her head.
She didn't want to disappoint Master by posting something without his permission.
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: Please give me an order... This bitch... can’t... go on without Master anymore.
In the end, all Yuris could do was plead for an order in the comments.
“Master...”
Like a dog sitting by the door waiting for its owner to return from work, Yuris stared intensely at the comments. She bit her lip as the comment count remained unchanged.
‘Have you... really... abandoned me...?’
Had Master left the Gallery for good, just like ‘PinkDownThereToo■’?
As the negative thoughts she had tried to suppress began to crawl back in, Yuris’s eyes grew moist.
*
ㄴAnonymous (89.74): A bitch calling for her Master without being told to? How rude.
“Ah...!!”
At that moment, Yuris let out a cry of joy as she saw the reply.
If Yuris had a tail, she surely would have been wagging it furiously.
With just that one comment, the pain vanished faster than when she had posted the photos, and the resentment and sadness from the days of silence evaporated in an instant.
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: I’m sorry... I thought Master had abandoned me... I’m sorry....
ㄴAnonymous (89.74): Abandoned you? I was just testing how long you could endure... You’re an impatient bitch.
*
Yuris’s lips went dry as she saw the blunt, vulgar tone she had been waiting for.
“...That’s right...”
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: Yes... this bitch... is in heat...
ㄴAnonymous (89.74): Then, tell me what you’re wearing right now.
Yuris looked down after reading the comment.
Though they were hidden by her breasts, she was only wearing a large T-shirt and her underwear.
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: A T-shirt and... underwear...
*
ㄴAnonymous (89.74): Take off the T-shirt, take a picture of the underwear, and post it.
“Yes!”
Yuris jumped up from her seat and answered out loud as soon as she heard the command.
She was glad she had chosen to wear the sheer, uncomfortable set instead of her usual comfortable underwear.
‘I wonder... if Master will like it...’
Standing in front of the mirror, Yuris took several photos of her underwear, changing her pose over and over.
‘...I-I think this one came out the best? ...No... maybe this one? That one... makes me look too fat....’
As she carefully selected the photo to show him, a lewd smile she wasn't even aware of played on her lips.
‘Yes, this one is definitely the best...’
ㄴDivine Power Vessel■: (Link) Here it is...
*
(A photo of her breasts, taken with her upper body leaning slightly forward to make them look even larger.jpg)
*
Thump— Thump—
*
‘Will he... say it’s hot? Will he say I’m a pervert?... Or... will he say I’m pretty?’
What kind of response would she get?
“Hua...♥”
Imagining Master’s reply, Yuris let out a lewd moan as her body trembled.