Chapter 204: Correct Usage of an Onahole 1. Raise the Fist (5)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 204: Correct Usage of an Onahole 1. Raise the Fist (5)[R-18]
WHAM—!!
"G-ghk... h-hieeeek!?!♥♥"
A sound that couldn't even be called a scream tore itself from Laplace’s throat.
‘...Haaah!!?♥... It... it hurts!!♥... Hngh!♥... Haa!♥.... My... my uterus!!♥.... Ghk..!... It’s being crushed!!♥’
It felt as if every last bit of oxygen in her body was being forcibly expelled.
Laplace instinctively curled into a ball, clutching her lower abdomen.
Until now, she had thought she was somewhat used to belly punches, having practiced what she called 'Morning Belly Punch Masturbation' by tapping her own stomach every day...
But in this moment, Laplace realized with agonizing clarity just how foolish and pathetic that delusion had been.
‘Hi... hieek!♥... G-ghk!♥... I... I can't... breathe♥... Haa!... Hngh..!♥♥’
The 'belly punch' personally bestowed by her Dominator was incomparable to her own clumsy imitations.
It wasn't simply a matter of physical strength.
In truth, though she called it 'tapping,' Laplace had subjected herself to impacts far greater than this 'belly punch' when considering the sheer force involved.
Unlike Ian, who knew where to draw the line, Laplace possessed a 'Destructive Desire.'
Perhaps it was a blessing that, thanks to the 'True Trust' she had built with Ian, she viewed her entire being as the 'Dominator’s' property. Thus, she was controlling herself to stay just at the edge of the limit where no permanent damage would remain.
‘Th-this is...!♥... It’s different..!!♥♥... Totally!..♥ Ghk!... It’s different!!♥’
As expected, her Dominator was 'special.'
His belly punch wasn't mere violence.
It possessed a sharpness that seemed to target her weakest, most sensitive spots with a precision unbelievable for such a heavy, blunt fist.
It was a 'belly punch' that felt as if the Dominator’s very will was being converted into physical form, branding itself onto Laplace’s very existence.
"G-ghk!?!♥... Ohh!...♥... It..!.. Ghk!♥.... It... it hurts!♥... Haa♥♥.. It hurts...♥... I-Ian-nim♥ Hngh..!... Th... thank you so much!... Hehe!♥"
Having realized the Dominator’s greatness once again through a single 'belly punch,' Laplace barely managed to steady herself and offer her gratitude.
Drip—
At that moment, a sweet pleasure began to crawl up from her uterus, sending a tingling sensation through her nerves as if they were being overloaded.
‘Ha!♥... A.. ghk... n-no!♥... I can't... feel it!♥... I shouldn't!♥’
The distinct scent of lily of the valley tickled the tip of her nose.
Laplace didn't even need to look to know.
The love juice was flowing out, soaking her underwear and trickling down her thighs.
‘Hic!... Th-this is... a punishment...!... I... I shouldn't... be happy.... Ghk..♥’
A mere onahole had dared to neglect the Gallery management her Dominator had commanded.
Therefore, she deserved to receive a 'Pure Punishment' this time.
Yet, Laplace felt so ashamed and resentful of her own body, which rejoiced of its own accord regardless of her will.
"Laplace."
"Hngh!... Y-yes... Ian-nim..."
At the Dominator’s call, Laplace reflexively lifted her face, which was a mess of tears and saliva.
"Can you still see 'that thing'?"
"Ah!... Haa!... Th-that..!.. Ghk!"
The horrific image of the 'White Husk.'
She had forgotten it for a moment thanks to the overwhelming sensation of the 'belly punch' the Dominator had gifted her...
But the moment 'it' was mentioned, it began to shimmer faintly behind her eyelids.
"Ah... haa... aaa! Y-yes... I... I can see it..!... Hic.."
It wasn't the vivid, overwhelming terror she had felt at first.
The intense pain and pleasure left by the Dominator’s 'belly punch' had blurred the image of 'it,' as if painting over it.
However, it hadn't vanished completely.
The 'White Husk' still clung tenaciously to a corner of Laplace’s mind, like rubber melted and fused by fire.
"Ghk... I still... it's still.., I-Ian-nim... ghk.... it's still looking at me through the haze... ghk!.. N-no!.. No!!"
Laplace shook her head frantically while sobbing, but the afterimage of 'it' only seemed to grow clearer.
"...."
At Laplace’s answer, I looked down at my fist in silence.
‘...Hmm. This is a severe case.’
The impact I felt from that belly punch just now was definitely a 127-pointer...
‘Seriously, Poporing, what on earth did you show her...’
Seeing as the afterimage remained even after taking that hit, it seemed Laplace was suffering from severe exposure poisoning.
"Hic!... Ugh!... Ugh!.. Sniff..!"
Laplace, prostrate on the floor with her shoulders trembling thinly, looked pitiable indeed.
‘Sigh, maybe I should hit her a little more.’
It definitely wasn't because I was turned on by seeing Laplace’s sobbing face after so long—especially that lewd expression of hers, a mix of pain and pleasure.
And of course, it wasn't to vent the belly punch urges I’d been suppressing on the 'Dedicated Punching Bag' right in front of me.
Because I was a man who knew how to draw the line.
Clench—
Then why was I trying to hit Laplace more?
[The Gallery consists of 99% bullshit posts and 1% gems.]
And sadly, didn't one of those 1% gems say that if something can't be solved with force, you should consider if you're just not using enough force?
And! What’s! More!
[Ian-nim, please physically 'Fertilize' her and engrave the correct way to use a 'Female' into her once more!]
‘...Because the Spectators clearly stated that physical 'Fertilization' is necessary!!’
The Spectators was an ability granted by the Goddess Ellis.
In other words, what was written in the Spectators was no different from a Divine Oracle.
So, as a faithful believer of Goddess Ellis, how could I not follow it?
Ultimately, this was an inevitable measure for Laplace’s sake.
‘Whew...’
I took a short breath and, truly having no other choice and very reluctantly, clenched my fist again.
Of course, regardless of it being inevitable, I had to do what needed to be done, so I didn't hold back the strength in my fist.
Thud! Bam! WHAM—!!
And so, truly having no choice, I drove a series of 'Correction Punches' filled with sorrow into Laplace’s lower abdomen.
"Hgyaaak!!♥ Ghk!!♥ Hic!!♥ Kegh!!♥ Ogo-gok!!♥♥"
Laplace’s consciousness drifted away, and her sense of reality blurred.
The boundary between pain and pleasure had collapsed long ago.
All that remained for Laplace was the pain of the Dominator’s fist burrowing into her deepest parts, followed by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that swallowed her whole.
"Ogh-hngh...!♥... U-uhee♥... I-Ian-nim..!.. Hic!... Hieeeek!...♥... Haa... haa!... Th-thank you!...♥ Thank you!... I-Ian... nim!!... Heee...♥"
Thump—
The barrage of Correction Punches ended, and Laplace, her legs completely devoid of strength, collapsed onto the floor, panting with her eyes half-rolled back.
"..Ohh...♥... Ohh!♥... Hehe...♥"
Limp limbs, a chest heaving for air, and love juice overflowing to the point of forming a small puddle on the floor.
"...."
Looking at her now, she seemed completely lost in the pleasure of the belly punches, having forgotten 'it' entirely. But having built 'True Trust' with Laplace, I could tell.
‘Even after this... I'm still lacking force?’
The shadow of 'it' still remained in the deepest part of Laplace.
"Haa...♥ Hehe...♥... I-Ian... nim... more... do it... haa♥"
Of course, with this level of 'Fertilization,' she would be able to handle daily life and light Gallery lurking without issue.
But...
Laplace was the 'Vice-Manager of the Gallery'!
As long as she held the heavy responsibility of facing all sorts of disgusting images, trolls, and perverted posts every day, there was no telling when the symptoms might relapse with such an incomplete 'Correction.'
‘I can't have that. Absolutely not.’
Clench—
I gripped my fist tightly, making a vow to myself in this moment.
As the Manager of the Gallery, even if I couldn't pay the Vice-Manager a salary, I would make sure her welfare was top-notch!
‘...Is this as far as the Spectators' advice goes?’
Physical 'Fertilization' was certainly effective in stabilizing Laplace’s condition.
However, if I wanted to completely 'Delete' the horrific illusion of the 'Nuclear' etched deep into Laplace’s mind, I had to go one step beyond the Spectators.
But how? With even more intense violence?
‘No. That’s too dangerous.’
Belly punches are certainly an excellent means of treatment, but they had their limits.
If I put any more power into it, I might break her body while trying to fix her mind.
‘Think...! Think..!... There must be... there must be something!’
A way to uproot the illusion remaining in Laplace’s head while leaving her with no side effects.
Flash—!
"Ah!"
As if a ray of light had burst through the darkness, a method came to mind.
If Laplace was suffering because of an 'illusion' she couldn't break...
I just had to overwrite it with another 'illusion' that was more powerful and more overwhelming!
Slide—
I slowly approached Laplace, gently embraced her, and helped her up.
"...Ha... haa...? I-Ian-nim?"
"It's okay, Laplace. It's okay now. You've had a hard time, haven't you?"
Pat, pat—
Ian’s action of patting her back was as if he were soothing a child.
Unable to process the sudden change in the situation, Laplace’s pupils shook violently.
‘...The Dominator?... M-me?... Why?... Could it be?... Did that thing... get to the Dominator too?... N-no... that's impossible..!!... If it's the Dominator...!!... Then... why on earth!!’
To Laplace, Ian was the absolute 'Dominator,' and he was someone who would never show such a side of himself.
In that moment, Ian spoke again in an infinitely soft voice.
"So... I'll make sure it's not hard anymore."
Having said that, Ian gripped Laplace’s breast and whispered gently.
"Let's die."
"...Pardon?"
