Chapter 203: Correct Usage of an Onahole 1. Raise the Fist (4)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 203: Correct Usage of an Onahole 1. Raise the Fist (4)[R-18]
“...That thing?”
“Yes... I-Ian-nim... a few... days ago... while... managing the Gallery... I... I saw... it... huff...”
Her head was bowed so low I couldn't see her face, but I could tell just by the sound of Laplace’s voice that she was gripped by terror.
“Explain it in detail.”
“...Ugh!... Even... with these lowly eyes... I could not... fully... take it in... hic!.. If I may dare to describe it... it was... well... something... indescribable... just a... White Husk... twisted... something... that should... n-never be seen...!”
Laplace panted heavily, as if the mere thought of it was agonizing.
“Eek!... I-I’m sorry.... huff... hiii!!... Ah... th-that thing... ugh!... Just... looking at it.... it... it eats away at your... m-mind... It was like... something... crafted by gathering... all the... malevolence and curses of the world... hic... sob!”
As if she had reached her limit with those words, Laplace fell silent again, her body trembling violently.
‘...No, so what exactly is it?’
I heard the explanation, but I couldn't get a handle on it at all.
Something twisted? The malevolence and curses of the world?
The shock images uploaded to the Gallery were certainly gruesome, but nothing came to mind that warranted such a description.
However, one thing was certain.
If even Laplace, who possessed a ‘Destructive Desire,’ was broken to this extent, it was definitely nothing ordinary.
‘Seriously, what did she see...?’
I swallowed hard and tried to recall the shock images currently trending in the Gallery.
I didn't think it was [Classification of Armpit Hair Shapes by Fixed Nick.jpg]... Then what? [Thump Thump Thump Thump Sahur VS Tralalero Tralala Bathroom Showdown (Warning: Gross)] was pretty disgusting, but I didn't think Laplace would react this strongly to it... Could it be Yuris-nim’s [Today's Fap Material.jpg]?
‘...Hmm, I don't think it's any of those.’
I still didn't really know why Yuris-nim was treated so poorly in the Gallery...
But I didn't think Laplace would lose her mind like this just from seeing a post like that.
In the first place, images of that level were common enough to be seen several times after just an hour or two of hardcore Gallery lurking, so Laplace should have been used to them by now.
‘...Wait... could it be?’
At that moment, an ominous premonition flashed through my mind.
Someone who possessed something so horrific that Laplace would fear it and call it ‘That Thing’...
I knew someone all too well—a ‘Black Thing’ who particularly hated ‘White Things.’
‘Poporing... is it you again?’
Human greed knows no bounds, and they repeat the same mistakes.
I thought Poporing had been holding back on her trolling since we started living together...
But it seemed she couldn't resist and flipped her trolling mode back ON the moment I left the house for a few days.
Swish—
‘Phew... let’s calm down and check first.’
Nothing was confirmed yet, so hasty judgments were forbidden.
Last time, hadn't I mistaken Poporing for the ‘Younger Sister Pussy-type Onahole’ and accidentally ‘used’ her!
I immediately opened the Gallery window.
The answer would come if I checked the management logs.
And then...
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Author: ㅇㅇ(74.911)
Title: [I am become Death, the destroyer of Galleries.]
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Reason for Deletion: Posting excessive hate imagery
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Title: [Fixed Nicks, get lost! Tonight, the Gallery turns into a battlefield!]
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‘Wow... it really is a classic Poporing. Scratch the surface, and there she is.’
The IPs were new to me, but those uniquely edgelord titles made it certain that these were from one of the VPNs Poporing cycled through.
The content was undoubtedly ‘That Thing’ Laplace had mentioned.
If even Laplace, who had been faithfully performing her role as sub-manager, was broken like this...
Poporing must have intentionally dropped a top-tier ‘Nuke’ from her arsenal.
...Perhaps even a new model I hadn't seen before.
‘I just left her because she was sprawled out sleeping earlier... when I get back, I’m putting a bread bag over her head immediately...’
I vowed revenge for the ‘Younger Sister Pussy-type Onahole’ in my heart while struggling to maintain my expression.
If I, the Dominator, wavered here, Laplace would only become more agitated.
Punishing Poporing was important, but Laplace right in front of me was the priority now.
“Sniff... hic... I’m... sorry..!... How... dare I!!... hic!.. I neglected... my duties... in the Gallery... against Ian-nim’s... orders... sob... Please... please... hand down... my punishment..!!”
Trembling as she desperately begged for punishment, Laplace looked similar to her usual self, yet subtly different.
Having ‘managed’ Laplace many times, I could tell.
Right now, it wasn't just about satisfying a fetish; there was a sense of desperation, as if she wanted to overwrite her guilt and horrific memories through pain.
‘You don't have to be that sorry... though, to be honest, I was a bit shocked when I first saw it too.’
The memory of when I first witnessed a ‘Nuke’ Poporing dropped in a surprise dawn attack shortly after I became the Gallery Manager was still vivid.
It was something that made even me, hardened by all sorts of shock images and deviant desires, lose my words for a moment.
I didn't know it was Poporing back then, but I wanted to grab whoever it was by the collar and ask why on earth they were saving such photos.
...Of course, to be honest, it was nowhere near the level of being crafted from ‘all the malevolence and curses of the world’ like Laplace was saying.
‘Well, either way, Laplace is still an Imperial Princess.’
In a way, it was natural.
Unlike an ordinary person like me, Laplace was the 2nd Imperial Princess of the Empire.
She must have grown up seeing only noble and beautiful things since birth.
No matter how much experience she had lurking in the Gallery, the shock of a princess raised like a greenhouse flower having to click, confirm, and delete a ‘Nuke’ multiple times must have been beyond imagination.
“Th-that thing... even... when I close... my eyes... it... it keeps... flickering... behind my... eyelids... hic... I couldn't... properly... perform... my duties... in the Gallery... sob!”
Laplace rambled on, her words a mix of excuses and a report.
“That’s enough.”
At Ian’s words, Laplace’s shoulders flinched as she raised her head.
‘Ah...!... As expected... of my Dominator...’
Even though the Dominator who manages the Gallery must have seen that horrific ‘White Husk,’ he remains so unfazed.
He was on a completely different level from a pathetic being like me, whose mind crumbled just from a passing glance.
That was the true posture of a Dominator.
A realm that an onahole like me couldn't even dare to imagine.
‘Hic...!’
Laplace bit her lip hard.
The fact that such a Dominator had personally graced this place for her sake to reprimand her filled her with unbearable emotion, while at the same time, a sense of self-reproach for her own weakness washed over her like a wave.
“I have seen enough of your level. It’s so pathetic I feel like dying.”
“Ah... I-I’m sorry!..!.. hic!.. This... lowly!.... onahole!... sob!... dared to... disappoint... Ian-nim’s... expectations..!.. sob!... Please!... Please!... I will... gladly... accept... any... punishment.. hic!.. Please... give me... my punishment!!”
Seeing Laplace apologize while bawling her eyes out made my chest sting with guilt.
If it were any other woman, I would have hugged and comforted her immediately...
But since Laplace’s exclusive method of ‘comfort’ was different, I had no choice.
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‘I guess that’s the only way.’
I let out a short sigh inwardly.
To be honest, I didn't want to give a belly punch to Laplace at all when she was crying in genuine terror like this, unlike her usual self.
But what could I do?
Goddess Ellis herself said this was the most effective method for Laplace.
‘There’s no way Goddess Ellis would lie to me!’
I couldn't let the precious Laplace break just to save my own conscience.
Grip—
“Stand up.”
It was a lightly given command for Ian, but for Laplace, it felt like the weight of the entire state.
Flinch—
“...Yes... I-Ian-nim... please.. my punishment...”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Laplace slowly pushed herself up.
And as if she already knew the next command, she lifted her top herself.
Clench—
‘Laplace... if you are suffering because of the illusions of the Gallery—’
Looking at Laplace’s pale, smooth stomach, I steeled my heart and put all my strength into my right fist.
And then...
‘First, I’ll shatter those illusions!!’
WHAM—!!
“G-HIIIIIIIIK!?!♥♥”
My full-power Correction Punch slammed perfectly into the spot 3.8cm below Laplace’s navel.