Female Teacher Training Begins
Leatris trembled violently, vomiting the semen that had refluxed from her nose and mouth. It would be troublesome if she actually died, so I pulled my horse cock free. The thing that had been buried inside her was so thick that semen gushed back out of her anus in thick, spurting floods. After she heaved a massive quantity of semen onto the floor, her belly finally returned to something close to its original shape.
“Guh........gack.”
She really ought to have been dead. In the real world she would have been long gone by now. But this was the world of an erotic game, so Leatris was still alive. She lay sprawled on the floor, shuddering, then went limp.
“Heugh♥ Heeheehee. Haha.”
She let out a grotesque laugh. Her intelligence had dropped so far she seemed a little broken. Without a word I bought a Universal Cure from the shop and fed it to her.
All physical conditions have been normalized!
Cleanly healed, she still seemed to be reeling from the shock; she lay sprawled on the floor, twitching. I walked over to her where she lay in the sea of semen and slapped her cheeks with sharp, ringing smacks.
“Hey. Hey. You fucking bitch. You with me?”
“Heh.........heheh. Yes. I-I’m here, Master.”
She rose with a thoroughly obedient expression and looked up at me. The light in her eyes had dimmed considerably.
“How was it? Feel good?”
“Heheheh. Yes. It felt good.”
“Still want to kill me?”
“N-no. I don’t really know. I just… can’t remember very well. I just think Master is nice.”
Her intelligence had degraded far too much. The sharp, quick-witted Leatris from before was gone; all that remained was a stupid empty-headed bitch. I slapped her cheek lightly with my massive horse cock.
“You like Master, don’t you? Hm? From now on, don’t rebel and don’t waste time thinking about how to kill me. Just do whatever I tell you. Got it? Eat what I tell you to eat, wear what I tell you to wear, and do everything I order. Understand?”
“Heheheh. Yes, Master. I understand. P-please just don’t hurt me.”
Her voice had taken on a slightly childish quality. Wearing a soft, limp smile that mixed fear and dread, Leatris clung to me. I patted her head.
“Can you still use magic?”
“I-I don’t really know.”
With her intelligence this far gone, that was probably too much to ask. I thought for a moment, then switched personalities.
“Number Two. Can you use magic?”
“I can. My personality is stored within the Flesh Doll’s body, so I can freely recall every sense and memory remaining in the brain.”
“Then no problem. Clean this place up roughly, change clothes, and go write a recommendation letter for Hans. Match the handwriting exactly. Can you do that?”
“I can. Then.”
After the cold-faced Number Two vanished, I burst into a trembling fit of laughter. Watching that arrogant, prideful fucking bitch turn into a drooling idiot was so satisfying I could hardly stand it.
Her intelligence was shot, so from now on I’d put her to good use as my personal Flesh Toilet onahole. You fucking bitch.
“N-no.........no.”
The moment Leatris finished cleaning up with magic and slipped away, a sobbing voice came from behind me. I turned and saw Isabella collapsed on the floor, trembling. Having just watched another girl end up in the same state—her mind completely shattered—she looked thoroughly traumatized.
“Our Isabella. Scared?”
I smirked and approached her. Isabella flinched and scrambled backward.
“D-don’t come near me.”
“You still don’t get it. If you get on my bad side, you could end up just like that. Among the things I can buy from the shop, there are a whole lot of very, very fun toys.”
For example, what would happen if I fed her an ultra-potent aphrodisiac and then rammed her with a horse cock? Instant creation of an idiot even worse than Leatris. When I stepped close and lightly stroked her cheek, tears began to spill from her eyes. Pride, dignity—nothing was left. Only raw, desperate, fear-soaked tears remained.
“Please spare me, Master. I’ll be good.”
Completely broken. Every last scrap of the defiant, snappish resistance she had once shown was gone; she trembled and prostrated herself flat before me. Of course she wouldn’t want her sense of self shattered.
Looking at her like that, I couldn’t help laughing. The day had finally come when that haughty fucking bitch would cry her eyes out and beg me to go easy on her because she would be good.
Revenge is the best.
Nothing is more thrilling or more blissful than revenge.
I can say that with absolute certainty.
Seeing this fucking bitch completely submit, every last shred of pride gone, was so stimulating that I got hard all over again. Watching my horse cock rise thick and heavy, Isabella’s tear-filled eyes filled with terror and revulsion.
I grinned at the sight.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you with the horse cock.”
Honestly, the size was just too vicious. It was the kind of thing you only used for torture. Leatris had crossed far too many lines, and if left alone she would have kept scheming until she found a way to hurt me, so I had broken her that thoroughly. I had no intention of ruining Isabella the same way now that she had already submitted.
Why?
Because tormenting someone is only fun when their personality is still intact. If they’re just stupidly obedient, it gets boring fast. I dismissed the horse cock, stripped off my clothes, and sprawled out on the bed.
“Training that bitch wore me out. Hey, Isabella.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come service me. Lick my whole body with your tongue.”
Disgust flickered through her eyes. But the fear was far stronger. She climbed onto the bed, trembling.
“Start with my feet. Lick carefully between every toe.”
At my words she laughed.
She let out a long, hollow, incredulous laugh, then slowly took my foot in both hands and brought it to her mouth.
The very beginning.
I remembered the earliest tutorial, when this bitch had dragged me into the bathroom, stuck her sweat-soaked foot in my face, and ordered me to lick it.
Now the situation was completely reversed. This bitch was licking my sweat-soaked feet.
“Chuuuup........uum.”
Eyes squeezed shut, fighting down disgust and revulsion, she diligently sucked on my foot. I nudged her head with my other foot and asked,
“You’re grateful to me, right? For not turning you into Leatris.”
She forced a trembling smile.
“Yes.”
Good. That’s how it should be. That’s what a proper Flesh Toilet looks like.
One short-haired bitch whose mind had been broken into perfect obedience.
And one long-haired blonde fucking bitch who also obeyed perfectly.
Those were my Flesh Toilet collection so far.
I planned to keep expanding it.
Honestly, besides these two bitches, there were plenty more people at this academy I still needed to take revenge on. Let’s see. Leatris and Isabella were finished, so next up was..........
Kamishra.
The first-year homeroom teacher of this academy.
That vain, thieving bitch’s turn.
Think about a male-supremacist society for a moment.
Even in eras when women couldn’t hold jobs at all and were limited to bearing children and cooking, there were still poor men.
In the same way, even in this female-supremacist society where women looked down on men like cripples, poor women still existed.
Kamishra was exactly that kind of bitch.
A woman for whom money was everything.
Even though she held a respectable position as a teacher at Central Academy, she was not born into a wealthy noble family; she was a commoner. Maybe because she had so many miserable memories of being poor as a child, this fucking bitch was especially obsessed with luxury goods and money.
The one who used to sneak into the locker room and steal Isabella’s cosmetics was none other than this fucking bitch. Her hobby as a teacher was raiding the students’ locker room and pocketing anything that looked decent.
Naturally, I had an extremely, extremely, extremely bad impression of this bitch.
Why would a guy with nothing worth stealing hate a teacher?
Well, there were several reasons.
First: she was so busy sucking up to the rich girls that, as a teacher, she never helped or protected me—a student.
Second: no matter which playthrough, around the time we became second-years she took money to look the other way when Leatris and Isabella started the Stress Relief Club.
And last:
This one was the same every single playthrough too—the moment her kleptomania was exposed, she pinned every bit of the blame on me, making my already miserable academy life even more hellish, then neatly slipped away and continued her happy teaching career.
Fuck. Just imagining it makes my blood boil. What a piece-of-shit fucking bitch.
“I’ll take attendance. Wait. Is Miss Leatris absent again today?”
“Yes, Teacher. She seems to be feeling quite unwell. She’s been talking nonsense a lot...... her condition looked a little strange.”
“Is that so. Understood. I’ll check on Miss Leatris’s condition myself and inform her guardian.”
I sat quietly in the back and watched Kamishra take attendance. True to her status as an erotic-game heroine, she was an extremely well-designed female character.
I wasn’t sure a teacher was allowed to dress like that, but her tight black top plunged deep enough to put her ample cleavage on full display. A short miniskirt, long, flexible legs wrapped in stockings, the garter straps faintly visible on her thighs, a slender waist.
That was the baseline, and on top of it her signature purple hair, tightly pulled back, shone. A strange woman who somehow combined demure teacherly dignity with a certain lewdness. Thinking about it again, the developers were absolute perverts. How else could they create a character that hit every single arousing point so perfectly?
Pretty on the surface, but once you actually dealt with her she made your teeth grind—a fucking bitch.
If Isabella and Leatris were the direct perpetrators, this fucking bitch was the bystander.
An active bystander who had even framed me on top of it.
I couldn’t just leave her alone.
How the hell had she managed to pin the same false charge on me not once, but a hundred times in a row?
“Well then, since everyone seems to be here, let’s begin the lecture on the reduction of mana. The definition of mana reduction is...........”
The fucking bitch started the lecture. Everyone except me listened with eager attention. Of course they did. Every girl here cared deeply about academic performance.
Central Academy was hard to get into. Admission itself was a great honor. That was why every girl who entered was a spoiled brat steeped in privilege.
Anyway, what I was going to try today was this. Something extremely entertaining.
In hentai anime and erotic manga, whenever a female teacher character appears, one thing is never missing.
Teaching class while wearing a dildo.
A teacher trembling with heat in front of everyone.
Hot, right?
And while I was at it, I’d perform a personality excretion and make her mine.
I grinned and looked at Isabella.
Thanks, you fucking bitch.
Thanks to you my pockets never run dry.
From the pocket jingling with gold coins I’d stripped from Isabella and Leatris, I quietly took out an item.
And activated it.
The world's time has been stopped for 5 minutes!
Good.
Shall we begin the lewd female teacher training?