Chapter 12
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: There's No Way a Genius Like Me Would Be Brainwashed into a Female Slave? (Part 2)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Offering my precious personality to Master was all there was to it, yet my system bombarded me with useless warnings.
[Warning: Modifying or altering the main personality file may lead to fatal consequences]
[Warning: All modifications must be performed under the supervision of a trusted operator]
[Modify backup personality [Chae Yu-na]? - Last modified: 1 hour ago]
Even though Master pressed Y to approve my modification, the insolent, idiotic system sluggishly sent more warnings.
[Warning! Unregistered user!]
[A serious security protocol violation has been detected]
[Enter Level 2 or higher security code within 120 seconds]
Sigh, it was just about turning one person's personality into a slave befitting Master.
In the past, I'd foolishly layered on all sorts of shackles.
It took entering a 32-character password just to finally access my personality file.
[Level 1 security code verified. Welcome, user Chae Yu-na]
"I'm sorry, Master..." I felt nothing but guilt for wasting even a single second of the precious time before being brainwashed by Master.
Kindly, Master comforted me, saying it was fine.
'I'm so glad I'm competent... If I lacked ability, I wouldn't even have thought to touch my personality...'
I opened the personality file and began analyzing it.
"Whoa... So this is what it feels like..."
The biggest core forming my past self was [Arrogance]. And even abilities that sustained that arrogant personality.
A massive sphere of arrogance, connected to various emotions, shaped my personality.
[Pride], [Confidence], [Sense of Superiority], [Desire to Dominate]
...Pathetic. A mindset utterly unfit for a female slave.
If I reverted to this personality, I'd surely harbor disloyal thoughts of harming Master.
My past self was a woman who couldn't tolerate anyone being above her.
I was addicted to the pleasure of trampling others to prove my superiority.
As I pondered this, Master spoke to me.
"Start from the past."
Master began twisting my past memories.
"Ah... I never imagined it could be used like this..."
He manipulated individual thoughts in ways my idiot teammates could never dream of. The process of altering detailed memories was so deft.
'Even concentrating looks so cool...'
"You learned this while changing your senior over there," Master said, pointing to Senior, who was writhing abandoned on the floor, fiddling with her crotch.
Like a dog awaiting its owner, lewdly preheating her body while waiting for Master... my slutty Senior...
"Will you change me like that too, Master...?"
"I want more from you than a mere female slave. I'll make you a competent bitch who obeys my every command without fail."
Master planted [fake memories] into every corner of my past.
The memories of currying favor with others to turn a child's life into hell were inverted.
In the memories Master implanted, I was the victim, ostracized by those around me.
Every act I'd inflicted became something I'd endured. Days filled with torment from absurd rumors.
The me fifteen minutes from now, receiving these memories, would think that.
That Master had saved me from those painful days. Or rather, implanted those memories.
Master had rescued me from suffering and showered me with love.
Cracks formed in the [arrogance] that made up my personality. The bullying and isolation from school days shrank my ego, leaving it far less bold than before.
I spent most of my youth seriously dependent on someone superior to me.
Cracks formed in [pride] and [self-esteem].
Next, Master implanted memories of defeat into me.
Until now, I'd made countless people kneel at my feet.
Those memories twisted.
The thrill of defeating others was replaced by the thrill of defeat before Master. He twisted the very causality.
The me intoxicated by my own superiority had, from the past to now, only ever lost to Master.
From school days until now. Repeatedly.
Here, my [self-esteem] and [sense of superiority] crumbled.
In the gaps of my shattered ego, an unresolved sense of incongruity arose.
Without pride, self-esteem, or superiority... how had I ever made others submit?
As if resolving that incongruity, Master wove my memories and emotions together.
The thrill of stepping on others turned into joy from defeat before Master.
The excitement of proving my superiority to all became ecstasy from confirming Master's superiority.
He injected fake memories that losing to a superior opponent felt incredibly good.
In the manipulated memories, toward Master who kept besting me, I felt various emotions.
First frustration, then respect, finally reverence.
Building immense emotions accumulated gradually over years.
In my warping memories, everything I'd done became actions to aid Master.
Diligently grooming my looks and honing my intellect? All to become someone Master would like.
Subjugating others to build power? Solely to offer it to Master.
My entire 24 years of life were being rewritten as devotion to him.
"Mm, this should be enough... Want to fine-tune the details yourself?"
Kindly, Master allowed me to add a few specific memories myself.
"I'll do it! Thank you, Master...!"
To become the perfect bitch Master desired, I added fake memories so that upon awakening, I'd be accustomed to lewd acts and find pleasure in them.
What memories would make me a bitch who feels joy in [submission]?
Pondering, I added several.
I twisted the memory of pitiful guys confessing to me at graduation.
Desperate last-ditch confessions like "one last try before it's over."
In the twisted memory, I was there instead.
Unable to contain my growing feelings, begging to be dominated, offering to do anything.
Prostrating before Master, kissing his toes, shaking my ass in vulgar seduction.
To the memories of studying hard after graduation, I added specialized studies.
Ways for a female slave to be loved.
Obsessively consuming lewd videos and photos I'd never glanced at before.
Seriously contemplating how to satisfy a man's cock, grinding my pelvis against his, shaking my hips—while masturbating fervently. Memories of that were added.
All to become a slave befitting one man.
The moment I turned adult, placing my new ID on my navel as Master took my virginity with his massive cock. Added that memory too.
I must have pleaded in a frightened voice,
"Please enjoy the virginity I've cherished for 20 years..."
The memory of Master teasing my entrance past midnight, then thrusting in to the hilt, poking at my womb.
Master slowly embracing my writhing body in deflowering pain, gradually speeding up the thick cock filling me.
Filling in memories of being tenderly handled that first night, deeply moved.
The faint bloody scent when cleaning Master's cock after a night of ravaging, kissing it.
My bright smile on the ID smeared with white fluids.
The stuffy motel air heated from last night's passion.
Engraving every nonexistent detail of that day vividly.
I added various other memories too.
[Offering my body in a cramped bar toilet stall]
[Wearing a slutty modified uniform that didn't fit, serving cock in cowgirl]
[Forced to run a lewd SNS, showing everyone my service to Master with eyes barely censored]
[Outdoors, legs spread in an I-shape, nervously awaiting discovery under sunglasses and hat, creampied by Master]
[Reporting to Master after masturbating every lunch break]
[As alumni rep, speech at alma mater with Master's semen sloshing in my womb, vibrators in both holes]
Adding lewd memories that never existed, could never exist, and shouldn't exist.
Cheerfully adding many, time was now truly short.
But my completed new personality? I quite liked it.
"...This makes for a pretty perfect slave, doesn't it?"
The [pride], [confidence], [sense of superiority], [desire to dominate] that once formed me were gone.
Now, the core of my ego was Master.
Before Master, [pride] or [self-esteem] shattered to pieces.
All that remained was the [desire to be dominated] by my superior Master.
"...I'll save it." I showed off the completed personality to Master proudly, then quietly said.
[Warning! Severe tampering of original file detected]
[Warning! Fatal level personality change detected]
[Proceed?]
"Trouble until the very end."
I simply ignored the system's plea that the operation was irreversible and possibly unrecoverable, forcing the save.
[Personality backup (Chae Yu-na_V2) successfully saved]
...Now, only one minute left.
"Farewell for now, Master." I gazed at him with pitiful eyes.
"...Wait just a moment until we meet again?" For that last minute, I clung to Master's arm, waist embraced, tongue violated.
"*Smack* Master...♥ I'll be back soon...♥ *Kiss* Yu-na...♥ promises...♥"
I loved how tightly he held me, as if refusing to let go.
I overlaid my lips on his, soothing my reluctance with a farewell kiss.
[Auto-disconnect protocol activated... Success! Disconnecting]
'I can't wait.'
Soon, she would become a person filled with happy memories.
The lewdest, happiest, perfect slave to Master.
Envious of her a few seconds from now, Chae Yu-na logged out of Master's virtual reality.