Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: How to Turn an Ordinary Girl into a Masochist
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Ryu Sia always used the stress management program after finishing her studies.
Every day, without fail.
She hadn't started using this feature frequently from the beginning. It took considerable effort to guide her into relying on the "stress management function."
It was a place where I could collect her information and experiment with various adjustments under the guise of "stress management," so I had to make Ryu Sia use this program voluntarily.
Repeatedly, of her own will.
Therefore, her first counseling session had to be an absolute success.
I decided to give her a burden-free, pleasant, and positive experience.
"It's not Student Sia's fault."
Winning her favor was simpler than expected. I could read her physical information.
Pupil movements. High-quality data incomparable to indirect info like heart rate.
Her mind itself.
Through the device connected to her head, I could analyze her psyche.
I read her memories to understand the emotions she felt.
Inferiority complex. The sense of being a failure. Negative feelings she desperately wanted to escape.
"...Really?" Lacking self-belief, she craved validation from others.
Her choice to retake exams was half escapism, so she sought certainty.
A trustworthy adult. Any family member could have filled that role, but Ryu Sia's parents divorced when she was young and showed no interest in her.
Aside from financial support, she had no family for emotional backing.
I targeted that vulnerability.
"Student Sia had talent in academics. She just discovered it a bit late."
"It's common for someone exceptional in one field to lack talent in others."
I resolved the areas fueling her inferiority complex. She simply hadn't realized her talents yet and had lost her way temporarily.
"But... what if I actually have no talent for studying...!" Her voice trembled, on the verge of tears.
"Before the device—before your help, teacher—my grades were just average."
This was one of her major anxieties. She'd chosen academics to escape her inferiority, but what if she lacked talent there too?
A talentless person. The future Ryu Sia feared. Her past self had viewed such people as inferior.
"Student Sia's grade improvement is astonishing. No other student I've helped has shown this level of progress."
I cited a nonexistent comparison group to instill confidence.
"Student Sia is diligent, passionate, and talented in academics."
"Ah...!" Ryu Sia widened her already large black eyes even further, staring at the data I showed her.
As if it were proof of her superiority, she couldn't tear her gaze away.
"...Really?"
"Hmm, Student Sia needs to believe in herself more." I gave her a kind, reassuring smile.
Clear eyes, sharp features, a precise low tone conveying stability.
The human brain forms first impressions in 1/300th of a second. So when designing my counseling AI avatar, I referenced the ideal image of a reliable, dependable adult.
An upright, honest appearance to more easily embed myself as a trusted figure in her heart.
"Hoo... Can I really do well?" Her voice trembled with anxiety.
"Student Sia, everything will work out. I believe in you."
"You're the most outstanding student I've seen."
"...Thank you." Her voice was soft, but I was certain she'd gained significant emotional comfort from this session.
To boost post-session satisfaction, I slightly activated her dopamine receptors.
She'd now feel a bit more pleasure from everyday stimuli.
Of course, the effect was temporary. Over time, she'd return to normal levels of happiness from routine joys.
And then, she'd come back to me.
Changing Ryu Sia took more time than expected.
Attempts to twist her too drastically at once failed.
Even implanting suggestions like [I love cock too much] didn't stick—the gap from her current self was too vast.
For a virgin with no sexual experience, becoming someone who [loves cock too much] felt alienating.
After several tries, I realized forceful commands had minimal effect.
Overhauling all common sense and memories from the start was beyond my current abilities. Maybe with more experience, but for now, it was impossible.
Thus, transforming Ryu Sia was like raindrops piercing a roof tile—repetitive, incremental changes.
Just like these daily counseling sessions.
Perhaps the first session satisfied her greatly, as Ryu Sia began using the counseling program after every study session.
She chattered on like a little lark.
"Teacher, um, that hypnosis counseling from last time? Can we do it again?"
"Of course. Anytime Student Sia wants." I smiled kindly at her.
She thinks she has the choice, she visited daily like clockwork, treating it as routine.
The hypnosis counseling, started via my persuasion that [it helps consolidate learning], had become something she never skipped.
"Then, let's begin. During hypnosis, I'll call you Ryu Sia or 'you.'"
"Yes." She smiled brightly, without a hint of doubt.
Eyes closed, she awaited my induction.
Suppressing a surge of dark red desire at her vulnerability, I guided her into hypnosis.
"You are in a comfortable room... There's a bed that looks incredibly cozy... Do you see it?"
"...Yes... I see it..." Her voice softened gradually.
"You lie on the bed. It's so, so comfortable..."
I applied slight pressure to her body, inducing breath control from a tense state.
"Breathe in... Slowly, very slowly exhale... With each exhale, your body relaxes."
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...
"You are now in a comfortable space. Nothing can harm you. Right?"
"...Yes... So... comfortable..."
Her mind resembled a light sleep state.
Complete immersion.
"Since nothing can harm you, you have no need to hide anything, correct?"
"Yes... Correct..."
"Did Ryu Sia masturbate yesterday?"
"Yes... I did..." Her voice held a shy note. I didn't like that.
Not fully suggested yet. I implanted additional suggestions.
"In this space, nothing is shameful. Speaking only makes your mind more at ease."
"Nothing... is shameful..."
"Did Ryu Sia masturbate yesterday?" I asked again.
She reported it flatly, like stating a fact.
"Yes... I did."
"Is that so? How many times?"
"Twice... Twice."
Is that how it felt? I removed all her clothing. Including her pubic hair.
[Basic Clothing Removed]
[Pubic Hair Removed]
Her naked body appeared before me in an instant.
On the virtual bed, she lay blankly, nude, with unfocused eyes.
What a shame she never debuted.
Beyond her beautiful face, her figure—hidden by loose clothes—was stunning.
Her trainee diet showed results: thighs and hips formed artistic curves, waist slim in contrast. Her breasts boasted youthful 20s firmness.
Her pale skin made veins on her chest intensely stimulating. Her glossy, smooth pussy was a lewd sight only virtual reality allowed.
If there's a chance, I'll have it done in reality too.
I began toying with the erotic body before me in earnest.
"You started with the clitoris, as I taught, right?"
Anticipating stimulation, her swollen clit twitched at my touch.
"Yes... That's right... ♥"
"How did you stimulate it?" I smeared her juices on my fingertip, circling clockwise slowly.
"Ah... ♥ Yes... ♥ That's it... ♥ Like that... ♥" To her unconscious state, I injected pleasure.
"Hmm, time to progress further."
"Ryu Sia, do you want to learn?"
"Y-Yes...? Learn what...?" Post-climax haze on her face, she reflexively questioned.
"[Clit Rubbing]."
"Clit...? Rubbing...?" Slight resistance showed. I told her:
"It feels so good you might break. Really want to learn?"
Prior suggestions linked [learning] to [pleasure]. She'd felt [happy] from [learning] successes, so twisting it slightly wasn't hard.
[Learning] brings [happiness]. Whatever it was. A dangerous suggestion firmly rooted in her mind.
She ignored the minor warning of "might break."
"Y-Yes... ♥ I wanna learn... ♥" With shame suppressed, instinctual coquetry laced her voice.
I slowly shook her erect clit up and down.
"Hik... ♥ Heek... ♥" Electricity coursed through her; toes curled dizzily, body expressing ecstasy.
Lewd moans spilled from parted lips, pupils dilating.
I stimulated her erect clit—protruding insistently from her tight, virgin-pink pussy—faster.
"What is this place?" I asked, savoring her expression.
Her eyes, once hinting intellect and wisdom, melted in primal pleasure. Her mouth emitted only wail-like moans, incoherent.
Even distorted in lust, she remained beautiful. Satisfied with my creation, I stopped.
"Haa...? Why...?" Sudden loss evoked deep emptiness; she made a dumb sound.
"I asked you, Ryu Sia. What is this?"
"Cli...toris... ♥" Still recovering from pleasure, her pronunciation slurred.
"Want me to keep rubbing it?" I inserted a finger in her mouth.
"Yes... ♥" Vacant eyes met mine.
"Then beg."
"Yes... ♥?"
"Beg for clit rubbing." Sadism unmasked, I commanded.
Shame curbed, she felt no oddity, pleading moistly:
"Clit... ♥ Rubbing... ♥ Please... ♥"
I granted her desperate plea. One finger in her pussy, the other pinching and peeling her clit repeatedly.
"Hik... ♥ Heek... ♥ Haa... ♥ Hoo... ♥" Pleasure waves sapped her leg strength; she climaxed repeatedly. Vaginal and clitoral stimulation synced.
Her insides kneaded my finger in orgasm. Reluctant to release, walls slurped grippingly.
"Heek... ♥ Clit rubbing... ♥ Learned it... Learned... ♥" Joyous expression, immense [learning] satisfaction.
Even with such intense acts, her sense of dissonance was weaker than before. Confirming rooted suggestions, I sensed it was time for more.
To make her my slave, for me alone.
"Ryu Sia, from now on..."