Chapter 75: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (2)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 75: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (2)[R-18]
Slam—!
“Guh...! I-I’m sorry...! Master Ian... I... I didn’t think... you would come...!”
As soon as the door to the Department Head’s office closed, Laplace dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead against the floor.
“....”
Without a word, I sat in Laplace’s chair and crossed my legs.
Tap—
“Ah!... Hngh!... Y-Yes!”
At the slight flick of my foot, Laplace crawled over on her knees and began removing my shoes with both hands.
Slide— Chu—!
Then, opening her mouth very carefully to ensure her teeth didn't touch my skin, Laplace pulled off my socks and kissed the top of my foot.
“...Hic!... Ugh!... Then... this onahole bitch... will now...”
“No, that’s not necessary.”
As Laplace prepared to use ‘Judgment,’ I cut her off.
“Guh... Yes... M-Master Ian...”
Rustle—
Thinking she was about to receive a belly punch without using ‘Judgment,’ she began to sob, tears streaming down her face as she lifted her top.
“I’m not going to hit you right now either, so put it down.”
I was a man who knew how to maintain boundaries.
No matter how much ‘Laplace = Belly Punch’ was the rule, what would happen if I punched her right after lunch?
“Ah... Hic!... T-Thank you...! Then... ugh... this onahole bitch... will... with her mouth... s-serve...”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I said I don’t need it right now. Just put my shoes back on.”
“Ugh... Yes... Y-Yes... I... I understand....”
Contrary to her relieved expression, Laplace’s voice seemed to turn slightly cold.
To put it in Evelyn’s terms, it felt like she was thinking, ‘What the hell is wrong with this guy all of a sudden?’
Of course, I had no obligation to answer that question.
“Hey, onahole bitch.”
“Y-Yes!... Master Ian...”
“There’s an underground training ground that the Disciplinary Committee executives use, right?”
“Ah... Yes... T-There is.”
“Then let’s go there. I’m skipping class, so bring the certification documents too.”
One of the perks of being a member of the Disciplinary Committee was having a significant amount of freedom regarding ‘attendance.’
If the reason for absence was listed as ‘Disciplinary Committee Activities’ and backed by a ‘Certification from the Department Head,’ most missed classes were counted as attended.
“...Guh!... Ah... Hng... Yes... Master Ian.”
Did she think she was going to be raped in the training ground?
Laplace followed me, her voice returning to its usual tone.
“Oh, and I don’t feel like explaining things to the prospective onaholes outside, so just pretend to be angry and act like you’re giving me some mental discipline.”
“Ugh... Being... angry... at Master Ian?”
“If I tell you to do it, just shut up and do it.”
“Hic...! Ugh... I-I’m sorry... Master Ian.”
Seeing Laplace wipe away her tears as she answered, I felt a slight worry about whether she could pull it off...
Click—! Creeeeeak—!
“Stand up straight! Ian!!”
As if to prove my worries were groundless, the moment the door opened, Laplace shouted with a completely transformed expression.
“...I’m sorry.”
“No, this won’t do! With that kind of mindset, it’s hard to call you a ‘Special Inspector’! From now on, I will give you ‘Justice Special Training,’ so follow me.”
“Ah—finally... is the Special Inspector going to ‘that place’ too? Fufu... I wonder if he’ll make it back alive...”
“Kuoli, since you’re so talkative, do you want to join the ‘Justice Special Training’ as well?”
“No. I’m fine, Department Head. I’ll be quiet.”
“....”
Just what kind of thing was Laplace’s ‘Justice Special Training’ that Kuoli’s speech pattern returned to normal and Gaur fell silent the moment it was mentioned?
Thump— Thump—
“What are you doing! Hurry up and follow me!”
“...I’m sorry.”
“Tsk, I’ll fix that slack spirit of yours!!”
*
Naturally, there was no way I was actually going to receive ‘Justice Special Training.’
“Guh... Hng... Sniff...”
Far from ‘Justice Special Training,’ Laplace started whimpering again the moment we entered the training ground.
Ssh—
“Hey, stop blubbering. You know how to use magic, right?”
“Ugh... Ah... Y-Yes... Master Ian... A-A little...”
Basically, ‘Blessings’ grow stronger the more they are trained, and since using them consumes mana, most ‘Blessed Ones’ focus their efforts on training their Blessing instead of learning ‘Magic.’
However, unlike ‘Spirit Mages,’ it wasn’t impossible for a ‘Blessed One’ to use magic.
Therefore, Blessed Ones with overflowing ‘talent’ and ‘resources’ like Laplace did sometimes learn magic.
“Then, fire some magic over there.”
“Hic... W-What kind of... magic?”
“Tsk, do I have to tell you every single thing? Just fire whatever.”
“Hieek... Ah... Ugh... Yes...”
「Shoot—Fire—Arrow」
Boom—!
Laplace’s magic flew accurately and struck the target.
“...Ugh... I-I fired it... Master Ian.”
“Who told you to stop? Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
“Ah... Ugh... Y-Yes... I’ll... keep going..”
「Shoot—Fire—Arrow」, 「Shoot—Fire—Arrow」, 「Shoot—Fire—Arrow」...
Laplace didn’t seem to understand why I was making her do this instead of raping her, but for now, she followed my orders.
“Hua...! Hua..! F-Fire... Arrow... Huek.. Hic!... Ugh!... Hng...”
Fizzle—
After repeating it for a long time, Laplace’s mana finally seemed to hit rock bottom, as the magic vanished before it could even reach the target.
‘...Her mana capacity is seriously insane.’
I had guessed as much, but Laplace’s mana reserves were truly enormous.
If it were me, I would have collapsed before firing even a quarter of what she did.
“G-Guh... Ugh... Sh-Shoot... Fire... Guh..”
Thud—!
After trying to use magic a few more times in that state, Laplace collapsed and began to dry heave, her mana completely depleted.
“..H-Hua!... I-I’m sorry... Blegh—!.... I’m... sorry!.. I-I’ll get up... right now!.. Guh!... Please don’t... h-hit me..”
“No. You did well. You can stop now.”
“Hua?.. Hua?.. Ugh.... T-Thank you...”
Now it was certain.
Every time I treated her kindly, Laplace’s voice grew a little colder.
‘...Well, the fact that today is the third day probably has an influence too.’
I didn’t check her Halo, but even without looking, I could tell it was probably a shade of gray.
“Hey, now try using ‘Judgment.’”
“Ah!... Guh!... I-I’m sorry! Master Ian...!.. Ugh... R-Right now!... I don’t have any mana... so I... I can’t use it.. Guh... P-Please forgive me!!”
As expected, even ‘Judgment,’ which provides a ‘Mana Amplification Effect,’ required mana for its initial activation.
“Sigh... Then when do you think your mana will recover?”
“Ugh... S-Six hours... N-No! ...If I rest for about... five... hours... somehow... Guh...”
“....”
Normally, with that level of mana depletion, one would need at least a day of recuperation, but to start recovering in just five hours...
It seemed Laplace Mapleflower’s mana recovery speed was also top-tier.
“Sigh... Tsk, then for now, go to the old school building and wait. I’ll head over there too.”
“Guh... Yes... Master... Ian...”
Watching Laplace’s staggering back as she walked away, I swallowed a laugh.
“....”
Arriving at the Old School Building Duty Room, Laplace Mapleflower’s expression turned cold.
Her head was dizzy and her body felt weak due to mana depletion, but that wasn't the important issue.
‘...He’s changed.’
Ian’s behavior had changed.
Today, of all days, he didn’t punch her in the belly, and he hardly used any profanity...
He showed a side that was far too weak to be called a ‘Dominator.’
‘Why?’
Did he suddenly develop some kind of affection for me?
He’s been using me like an onahole until now, so why?
...Could it be because I shared some of my lunch?
‘That’s impossible...!’
Grind—!
Laplace gnashed her teeth.
A dominator who feels affection for his tool!
Someone like that didn't deserve to be called a dominator.
Laplace wanted to be used as a ‘female,’ she didn't want to be loved as a ‘woman.’
Thump— Thump—
Just then, hearing Ian’s footsteps approaching, Laplace’s expression returned to its previous state.
‘Not yet... I’m not sure yet...’
Maybe Ian, having come to his senses, would deliver a ‘Belly Punch’ and a ‘Creampie’ the moment he opened the door.
Slide—
“...Laplace. It’s been hard on you lately, hasn’t it?”
However...
Contrary to her hopes, Ian, who had brought a bag with him, spoke with a gentle smile.
“Guh...! Guh... N-No!... I’m... happy... Th-Thank you... for making me... an onahole...”
“No, you can be truly honest right now.”
“Hng.. Guh.... Hngh.!... Ah... Guh...!”
Hug— Stroke— Stroke—
As Ian hugged her and stroked her hair, Laplace felt as if her chest was tightening.
‘...This man, in the end.’
He might be able to break ‘Laplace Mapleflower’ when she was a stranger...
But he was nothing more than a mediocre man who couldn't break the ‘Laplace Mapleflower’ that had become his possession.
“I’ll ask one more time. It’s been hard, hasn’t it?”
“Ah..! Ugh... Guh!... Ugh!... Yes!... T-To be honest... it was hard....!”
Is there really no dominator in this world who will break and ruin me as much as I desire?
Just as an unbearable sense of disappointment was about to surge from deep within her heart.
“I thought so... Then, so it won't be hard anymore, I’ll completely ruin ‘Laplace’ for you.”
“...Pardon?”
The Dominator whispered.
“You said it was hard. It must have been difficult trying to act like a human for no reason... From now on, so that ‘Laplace’ doesn't have to struggle anymore, I’m going to turn you into a ‘retarded onahole bitch who only thinks about cock.’”
“Ah...?.. That... that is...”
While her thoughts momentarily stalled at the Dominator’s suddenly changed tone...
Thud—! Flop—
She was pushed by the shoulders and fell straight back onto the mattress.
“Ah..!.. Ugh!... W-Wait a minute..!... Ah...!... Hua!.... Ah!....”
“....”
The moment she saw the Dominator’s expressionless face, Laplace was paralyzed with terror.
It was different.
She hadn't realized it because she’d been deceived by his false kindness...
With my mana depleted, I was completely powerless.
In other words, right now, I could never resist no matter what the Dominator did to me.
Tremble—!!
Realizing there were still hours left before she would recover from mana depletion, her body shook violently, and tears began to pour out.
“...N-No!.. Guh!!.... That... I don’t... want that!...”
Slap—!
“Onahole bitch. If you don’t want to die, stay still.”
“Ah..!... Guh... Ugh...!... Ah... Hua...!!”
She tried to flee instinctively, but there was no way a ‘female’ without mana could escape the hands of a ‘male.’
Especially if that male was the Dominator, whose body was much larger and firmer than an average man’s...
Rustle—
Pulling a rope out of his bag, the Dominator made his declaration.
“Then, Laplace... I’ll do my absolute best to ruin you.”