Chapter 205: Correct Usage of an Onahole 2. Choke the Neck. (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 205: Correct Usage of an Onahole 2. Choke the Neck. (1)[R-18]
“Let’s die.”
“...Pardon?”
Laplace could not comprehend what she had just heard.
No, she didn't want to comprehend it.
‘...D-Did... the Dominator... just say... what I think he said...? D-D-Die?’
Shudder—!
Laplace’s mind, which had been boiling with the pain and pleasure of the Belly Punch the Dominator had gifted her, turned ice-cold in an instant.
Let’s die.
The Dominator whispered ‘death’ with his very eyes.
Why? For what reason? Was he finally tired of her? Was he planning to dispose of an Onahole that couldn't even manage a Gallery properly?
The suffocating pressure of death closed in.
Laplace’s heart summoned the darkness, and all sorts of ominous, horrific imaginings dominated her brain.
“I-Ian-nim...? M-May I... ask... once... more... what you... just... said?”
Squeezing out the last of her strength, Laplace asked in a crawling voice.
“....”
But the only response she received was an inscrutable smile from the Dominator.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!
It felt as if her heart would shrivel up from fear.
Of course, to Laplace Mapleflower, the Dominator’s commands were absolute.
Even if she was the only female capable of understanding even a fraction of the Dominator...
In the end, she was nothing more than an Onahole. She had firmly believed that if the Dominator wished it, she must even offer up her life.
To be used to his heart's content, and eventually, to meet her end at his hands.
That was the most perfect conclusion she could enjoy as the Dominator’s exclusive Onahole.
‘Y-Yes... this... this is only natural...! Everything I am belongs to the Dominator! My body, my heart, my soul... and of course, this worthless l-life!!... If the Dominator... w-wants death... I will gladly accept...’
Just as Laplace was resigning herself and trying to rationalize it.
Shudder—!!
An overwhelming fear of death surged from the depths of her subconscious.
To dare reject the Dominator’s command to his face was something unimaginable in Laplace’s worldview, but...
‘I’m scared! I’m scared! It’s too scary! I-I don’t want to die!’
The moment the word ‘death’ left the Dominator’s mouth, Laplace could not maintain her sanity.
It was only natural.
The terror Laplace felt now was the fear engraved into her by Ian in the past, when he used ginger to build True Trust with her as a safety measure against her Destructive Desire.
Because of this True Trust, Laplace had been able to barely suppress her Destructive Desire even when she was away from Ian.
‘I-I don’t want to die...! Ugh...! No..! I want to... stay... by the Dominator’s side... longer... hic...!’
Tears welled up in Laplace’s large eyes.
There were still so many things she wanted to do.
She wanted to be raped by the Dominator until she broke, she wanted to be hit with Belly Punches, she wanted to be choked, she wanted to have a uterus tattoo engraved on her, she wanted her nipples pierced, and one day, she wanted to offer her respected Mother to the Dominator just like her sister, so they could be used together.
And above all...
If, by some miracle in a million, a miracle occurred...
Laplace wanted to bear the Dominator’s child.
‘N-No! What am I thinking right now!!!’
It was only for a fleeting moment, but the thought sent a chill down her spine.
To harbor such a blasphemous desire toward the Dominator!!
How could an Onahole, who could be discarded at any moment if the Dominator grew bored, dare to want to bear his child!
Yes, she knew that, but...
‘N-No..! Ugh..! I-I don’t want to d-die! I don’t! ...Hic! Noooo!!’
The thought that she didn't want to die did not disappear.
If anything, it grew more intense.
She wanted to live, to live somehow, and stay by the Dominator’s side.
‘I-I must follow... the command... so... I have to die!... Hic!... But... I don’t want to... die... It’s too scary... hic!... I-I want... to live!!... Tell him... I want to live!... But... the Dominator... told me to die... ugh!’
Zzzzt—! Zzzzt—!
Inside Laplace’s head, the absolute Command and True Trust collided, causing an overload...
“Hic.. hic..! ..I-Ian-nim...! Hic...! P-Please... ugh.... hic... I know... I have to... d-die!... But... s-save... me... P-Please... not yet.. no.. ugh! I... don’t want to die... waaaah...!”
Seeing Laplace covered in tears and snot, unable to even speak properly, a wave of guilt washed over me.
‘Wait, I... I actually feel bad for this.’
Honestly, since Laplace had a Destructive Desire, I thought she might be a little happy about it, but I was completely wrong.
“Hee...! Ugh!... P-Please!... Hee...! Save me...! I-Ian-nim...! P-Please!... D-Don’t kill me..! Okay? Please... No!.. Just... die! No! I’m gonna live!... Hic!... Save meee...!”
But no matter how much Laplace pleaded, ‘dying’ was a fixed matter, so there was no helping it.
It was the only way to free her from the illusion of ‘That Thing’ without destroying her physical body.
‘Still, I can’t leave her like this.’
If I left her be, it felt like Laplace’s mind would break because of me first.
I was doing this for her mental health, so if she broke during the ‘care’ process, there would be nothing stupider than that.
For now, even if it damaged my authority as a Dominator, I had to calm her down and clear up the misunderstanding.
Active cooperation from the patient was essential for proper ‘treatment.’
Reach—
I leaned down slightly, making eye contact to reassure her, and gave a soft smile.
“Don’t be so scared, calm down. When I said ‘let’s die,’ I didn’t mean I was actually going to kill you.”
—The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
At this moment, all sorts of neurotransmitters and hormones were being secreted in a jumble in Laplace’s brain due to pain, pleasure, and extreme fear...
When Ian’s sudden change in attitude was added to this, Laplace’s cognitive abilities were severely distorted, activating the Laplace Translator.
[Fear not, my pitiful child. The death I whispered of is not the extinction of your fleeting, worthless flesh.]
“Hic?!”
Laplace hiccuped, seemingly surprised by the gentle tone I was using for the first time since becoming the Dominator.
“It’s just that you’re suffering from illusions. I’m going to overwrite those illusions. ‘Let’s die’ simply means dying within your imagination.”
[I can no longer stand by and watch you suffer from false agony. Thus, I shall overwrite those foul illusions with my power. Death shall be your complete liberation, a purification from all sin and pain.]
I continued my explanation in a gentle voice.
“However, for this to succeed, I need True Trust. Do you understand? You must trust me completely. Don’t trust yourself. Trust me. Trust me, who trusts you, Laplace.”
[But for this great transformation, absolute ‘True Trust’ is indispensable. From this moment on, you must cast aside all doubt and fear, and follow only me. Do not trust yourself. Do not trust your weak reason. Trust only me, your master and savior. Laplace!]
“Ah...!! ..Aaaah!!! Y-Yes...!! ..Ian-nim...!! I-I believe you!!... Only... Ian-nim...! I believe in everything about you!!!!”
As soon as I finished speaking, Laplace nodded her head up and down frantically with an ecstatic expression.
‘Laplace, trust, successful.’
I smiled thinly at the sight.
I might have slightly damaged my authority as a Dominator by speaking more gently than usual...
But seeing Laplace’s face filled with Trust, I didn't regret it one bit.
“Now then, shall we begin? ...Do you have something to cover your eyes with?”
For the treatment to be successful, it was more important than anything to push her imagination to the limit, just like when we built True Trust before.
At my question, Laplace seemed to remember something and spoke cautiously.
“...I-If it’s something to cover my eyes... over there... the desk... inside the third drawer...”
In a thin, trembling voice, Laplace told me the location of the blindfold.
‘Oh... she still had this.’
Opening the drawer, I saw a familiar blindfold.
It was the very same blindfold we had used when building True Trust in the past.
“Here, Laplace. Cover your eyes with this.”
“Y-Yes... Ian-nim.”
Taking the blindfold, Laplace covered her own eyes.
“Ha...! Haa...! Ah...!”
In this enclosed space alone with the Dominator...
And even wearing the blindfold used on ‘that day’ again, bittersweet memories resurfaced, and Laplace’s senses sharpened acutely.
Reach—
I slowly reached for the nape of Laplace’s neck.
And I gripped her throat lightly, just enough for her to feel a slight difficulty in breathing.
“...Hi.. hiik!.. I.. Ian-nim... hu.. hu... hic... Y-You said!!... You wouldn’t... actually kill me..”
At the sudden pressure on her neck, Laplace gasped and instinctively shrank back.
“Shh, I told you to trust me, didn’t I? Do you trust me?”
“Yes... ha.. haa... y-yes... I.. Ian-nim.. ack..! I.. I trust you!!!”
“Then, from now on, no matter what I do, just trust me and explain everything you feel. In great detail.”
Squeeze—!
With those words, I applied a bit more pressure with my fingers.
Tremble—!
Even so, it was far weaker than the usual choking during sex and she could breathe well enough, but perhaps because of the blindfold, Laplace’s body shook violently.
“What are you doing? I told you to explain.”
“...Hic! Ah... ack... yes, yes!.. R-Right now!.. Ian-nim’s.. h-hand...! Is.. choking.. my neck!... Ugh... I-I can’t.. b-breathe.. well..!!”