Chapter 59: The Disciplinary Committee is Not the Onahole Club! (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 59: The Disciplinary Committee is Not the Onahole Club! (2)[R-18]
“...Whew... Haa... Haa....”
Laplace took long, ragged breaths, trying to steady her breathing as if she had just sprinted a great distance.
“Sniff!... Haa... I-I can... s-smell it... nearby...?”
Just how focused was she?
Despite the loud noise, Anya didn't seem to have heard a thing.
“...Senior... please stop now.”
“Ah!! Seriously! I... I told you... to stay... gasp... still!!... huff! If you... keep... interfering... I’ll really arrest you...!!”
“Anya? What are you doing?”
“Kyaak?!... D-Director?!... W-when did you?!... N-no!!... W-welcome back!!”
It was only after Laplace called her name directly that Anya finally gave up her pursuit of the floral scent.
“Hehe~ You’re here~ Director~”
“Ho... Have the ‘actors’ finally all gathered in one place? The ‘stage’ is finally about to begin.”
“...Yeah, sorry for interrupting everyone’s lunch break.”
“N-no!! It’s fine!”
“Gaur is fine too~ Ah~! Director~ Do you want some fried chicken?”
“Thank you, but I’ll pass. Now then, I have something to discuss with the ‘Special Inspector’ for a moment...”
Having said that, Laplace looked at me and jerked her chin toward the Department Head's Office.
“Then, I’ll be going now. Gaur, thanks for the fried chicken. It was really delicious.”
“Fufu~ I’m glad you liked it~”
“...Please be careful, ‘Compatible One.’ Even for you, an interview with the Director won't be easy.”
“Kuh!... J-just a little... more... and I could have found... the source of the smell...!!”
“...Special Inspector, what are you doing? Follow me immediately.”
With those words, Laplace entered the Department Head's Office...
“Ah! Yes, I’m coming.”
I followed her in and closed the door.
Click—
“Hiee!!... Ah... ugh.... nngh...!”
At that moment, the dignified Laplace from moments ago vanished as if she had never existed.
Just from the sound of the door locking, Laplace began to tremble like a newborn fawn.
“....”
“Hic!... I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry... R-right now...! I-I’ll take them off..!”
As I stroked my chin, thinking about how to start the conversation, Laplace began to undress herself while apologizing.
‘I was just going to make her clean since it’s lunch break...’
But since she offered to strip herself, I didn't stop her.
Watching a beautiful girl like Laplace get naked was always the right choice.
“H-hic!... I... I’ve taken them off... Master Ian...”
In an instant, a completely naked Laplace neatly folded and stacked her clothes.
She even made sure to turn her panties inside out so the side that touched her pussy was visible at the top of the stack—a perfect touch.
“...So you recognize that I’m your Master now?”
“Hic...!... I-I’m sorry...! I... I never thought... you would use... the Gallery... sob...”
“Is that so? But aren't you curious how I found out?”
“...N-no!... I-I’m not curious!... An Onahole... d-doesn't need... to know...! I’ll... I’ll just.... obey!”
That was a relief.
If she had asked, I was planning to punch her in the belly for being arrogant, but she navigated that well.
Stroke— Stroke—
“Now you’re acting a bit more like an Onahole.”
“Ah... hic... Yes... T-thank you..”
Meat Toilet (Laplace) and Bitch (Yuris)
Though the two held similar positions, their reactions to having their heads stroked were entirely different.
While Yuris would rub her head against my hand and smile brightly whenever I stroked her...
Laplace desperately forced a smile while suppressing her trembling body.
“By the way... ”
“Hic..!.. hic...! Yes... yes... Master Ian...”
“...What did Master tell you to do first if you wanted to serve me?”
“Ah...! Ugh!... T-that is... ah.... hic... sob... J-just a moment... I-I’ll remember.. hic!... Haa...”
At my question, Laplace bit her nails and agonized for a moment before finally bursting into tears.
“Sob!... I-I’m sorry... I don’t know... hic!... I’m sorry... waaah!..”
“You forgot my command?”
“..Hiee!.. Hiee!.... I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I was wrong.. sob!.. Please forgive me...!”
Laplace breathed so heavily I was worried she might hyperventilate.
Part of me wanted to just let it slide, but...
If I let it go now, my authority as a Dominator would crumble, so I had no choice.
“Sigh... You always make me punish you, don't you? Right? We could have just moved past this nicely..”
“Hic...! Yes.... I’m sorry!.. hic.... Because I’m... a stupid... Onahole.... I’m sorry...”
“Stop crying and stand up.”
“Ugh.. huff.. haa... Yes...”
Slide—
Laplace was no longer covering her breasts and pussy, but her lower abdomen instead.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“...Hic!... sob!.. hic...! Ugh..!”
Following the command, Laplace took an Attention Stance, trembling violently while her eyes remained fixed on my fist.
“You’re getting hit because you did something wrong, you know that?”
“...Haa.. hic...! Yes... y-yes.. I... I know... I-I’m sorry..”
“Right, if you make Master go through all this trouble, you should be sorry.”
“Yes... I’m... sorr....”
Thwack—!!
“Kyah-eeeeek—!?!!... Cough... wheeze!!.. Gasp!!”
“Sigh... Onahole. Why do you make Master the bad guy? Hmm? Didn't I tell you to always use ‘Judgment’ before serving?”
“...Hic...! Gasp.... huff!... wheeze!... Heh... hic...!”
“Look at this. If you don't use ‘Judgment,’ you break so easily. If the Onahole breaks quickly, Master will be sad, won't he?”
“...Sob!... Haa...!”
“Hey... aren't you going to answer?”
Press—!
It truly broke my heart...
But I had no choice but to step on the head of the gasping Laplace as she clutched her stomach, and ask again.
“—Ugh-h-h-h!!”
“I asked if Master would like it if his Onahole broke.”
“Keh!.. Hic!... N-no!...”
“Right? So from next time, let’s use ‘Judgment’ as soon as you walk in, okay?”
“...Hic... Yes... y-yes!... Master... Ian...”
Slide—
Hearing Laplace’s answer, I removed my foot from her head.
My heart ached, but both the belly punch and the head-stepping were ‘Whips of Love,’ born from my desire for Laplace not to get hurt.
“...Hic...! Haa... T-thank you!... For... educating... a stupid... Onahole.. hic!...!”
“Good. Then turn on ‘Judgment’ and kneel again.”
“Sob... Yes... C-conviction shall not falter, and justice shall never be defeated!”
Vrooom—!
Simultaneously with the incantation, a Halo appeared above Laplace’s head.
‘...This isn't easy.’
Honestly, I thought this would be enough...
But perhaps a single belly punch and a head-step weren't enough to satisfy Laplace, as the color of the Halo wasn't completely black.
“What are you doing? We don't have time, so hurry up and take off my pants.”
“Hic...!.. Yes... y-yes!.. I... I will take off... your pants..”
Slide—
“...Hic!?!”
As she was naturally lowering my pants according to the command, Laplace’s eyes suddenly widened.
There was no need to ask why.
As soon as the pants came down, the scent of chestnut blossoms—strong enough to surprise even me—filled the Department Head's Office.
“Ugh!.... Sob... ugh!... Hic...!”
“...Does Master have to command every single thing? Take off your panties too and clean up.”
“Ah...! Ugh... hic!... Yes... Master... Ian...”
Slide— Slide—
Whether she was afraid to take off her panties, Laplace’s movements were noticeably slower than when she lowered her pants.
“Hic... huff... ugh!!... Sob!”
However, she couldn't stay frozen forever.
As Laplace squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her panties, my cock, heavily encrusted with dried semen, popped out.
“...Master’s cock looks delicious, doesn't it?”
“Ugh... hic!... Sob...! Hic..! Yes... y-yes!... It looks... sob... delicious.... T-thank you... for letting... this Onahole... clean your... c-cock... with her throat-pussy... sob... bleh—”
The moment Laplace’s tongue was about to touch my cock after finishing her thanks.
Slap—!
I struck Laplace across the cheek.
“—Gasp!!.... H-hie!... I-I’m sorry..!.. I’m sorry..!!.. I was wrong!!.. P-please.. don't hit me..! sob...”
“Hey, when are you going to get your head on straight? What did I tell you to always do before sucking my cock?”
“...Hic... T-that is... r-reporting and.... ah!...... I-I’m sorry... hic! I have to... k-kiss... the glans... first.. sob!.. I-I’m sorry...”
“Sigh... Look at this? You knew and you were just going to skip it? Why? Do you hate kissing it? Is Master’s cock dirty?”
Slap—! Slap—! Slap—!
“Gasp!!.. N-no!!.. Ugh!... I-I’m sorry!!.. Sob...!,.. I... I want to!!.. K-kiss.. your cock!!... P-please.. let this Onahole bitch... k-kiss... Master’s... cock... sob!!”
“Sigh... Fuck. Let’s do this right, okay? If you keep acting like that, I’ll just rape all those bitches outside too.”
Of course, I had no intention of actually touching them.
It was merely talk to set the mood.
But...
Bzzzt! Bzz-zzz-zt—!!
‘...?’
Suddenly, Laplace’s Halo shook violently before being dyed completely black.
“Gasp!! N-no.!.. P-please... Not the members!... I-instead... I... I’ll do... anything...!... P-please don't touch them..!!”
“....”
I felt like I had suddenly learned a lot more about Laplace.
Just like with the Sister Donburi or Mother-Daughter Donburi.
Seeing how her Halo, which hadn't changed despite the belly punch and slaps, turned pitch black with just one sentence...
It seemed Laplace actually enjoyed the idea of the people around her being defiled along with her.
‘Then, it would be fine to take her along with Yuris.’
Just imagining the world’s most luxurious 3P with an Imperial Princess and a Saintess made my cock twitch.
“Ha, you’ll do it instead? You think you’re so great for an Onahole? You think your one pussy is worth more than the three of them?”
“Sob...! P-please...! Master... Ian... From now on.. I’ll really... work hard.... to serve you!... I’ll... p-practice a lot... so I don't make mistakes again... and I’ll... t-tighten my pussy... as hard as I can!... Anya, Gaur, Kuoli, they’re a-all... kind and... p-pure...!... kids!.. sob!... They’re d-different... from a d-dirty... Onahole bitch... like me...”
Laplace begged while shedding more desperate tears than ever before.
“Please.... sob... If you’re... s-stressed... you can... u-use my body... as a punching bag... and you can... call me... to dispose of your... semen... like you are now.... I don't... care..!... sob... I’ll... serve you... as your Onahole... for the rest of my life.... Kyaaaah!!”
“...And how am I supposed to believe that?”
As I growled while grabbing her hair, Laplace managed to squeeze out the words through her sobs.
“Haa.. hic..... ah.... sob.... A tattoo...”
“What?”
“I’ll... I’ll... get a t-tattoo... on my b-body.. hic...... As proof that... ‘Laplace Mapleflower’... is Master... Ian’s Onahole... I’ll carve a... p-permanent... tattoo... on my uterus... hic... So... p-please... be satisfied... with just me... sob...”
To an outsider, this might look like a heart-wrenching scene of a ‘Head of Disciplinary Committee’ sacrificing her body to protect her ‘members’ from the hands of a ‘blonde, well-endowed delinquent’...
But I knew better.
Fetish: ...Body Graffiti LV MAX, Uterus Tattoo LV MAX....
Right now, Laplace was using her members as an excuse to fulfill her own fetishes.