Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Why Tough Women Have Weak Anals
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There’s a saying in this world.
‘Tough women have weak assholes.’
The first time I saw that line in some doujinshi, I just shrugged it off and kept reading.
It was hard to swallow—tough women having weak assholes? Not exactly easy to buy.
Not scientific, not logical. Just a throwaway gag line to make doujin readers chuckle.
That’s what I thought back then, snickering as I turned the page.
But now, fingers deep in the asshole of a woman as tough as they come—Mir Ryuin, no less—I finally got why that saying exists.
[Hngh♥ Ack♥ Hnngh♥ Grk...♥]
Because among the women I knew, Mir Ryuin—who’d never take second place in sheer toughness—was proving that old saying right before my eyes.
Asshole... no, wait. This hole doesn’t serve that function.
I’d only shoved in two knuckles of my index finger, and Mir Ryuin lost the ability to speak human language.
“Yup.”
[Hyaa?!♥ H-heeh♥]
I just bent my finger a little, and out came beastly noises—no trace of her usual cool-headed reason.
Whoa, her asshole really is weak. Is this the Mir Ryuin I know?
Lord of Magic. Dragon. One-Man Army.
Those were Mir Ryuin’s titles, praising her supreme intellect and reason, her unflinching judgment, and the vast mana and magical power that let her achieve anything she desired.
One gesture wipes out hordes of beasts. One point of her finger kills a demon general on the spot. One verse of incantation slays the rift’s master. In battles against armies, she outshines even Dain Adamas, humanity’s pinnacle. That’s Mir Ryuin.
That’s why she bore those titles.
No one could treat her lightly. She heeded no one’s orders, moving only when she herself deemed it necessary.
She acted solely for her own safety and needs, yet brought humanity countless advances and security. A being beyond human—like a true dragon.
The world’s ultimate egoist and rationalist: Mir Ryuin.
“Yup!”
[Heehaaa?!?!♥]
But right now, with just two knuckles of my finger in her asshole, she’d lost her reason, intellect, rationalism, and language—reduced to a bitch in heat, good only for her body and moans.
She couldn’t move yet, so she’d only lost speech. But if she could? I wondered what she’d do.
Every bend or twist drew such intense moans... I almost wanted to probe her pink asshole even after the curse lifted, just to see.
...Yeah, no. That wouldn’t happen—and shouldn’t.
It was just a fleeting thought.
Because even if her asshole was pathetically weak—turning thoughtless, reasonless, intellectless at two knuckles—it didn’t mean she enjoyed it.
Mir Ryuin’s pride matched her power. She hated losing to anyone more than anything.
I was allowed this only to break the curse. Once cured and free, no reason for her to let me near her asshole.
Free and no reason? Why would she want it?
Besides, I didn’t want a relationship where I could finger-fuck and make her cum whenever.
Just end it post-treatment. That’s what I wanted with these three heroes.
My dream was escaping this cutthroat world of intrigue and survival-of-the-fittest awakeners—for a normal, peaceful life like any civilian.
So I wanted nothing to do with May Luina, Dain Adamas, or Mir Ryuin after. They were the furthest from “normal.”
Even being linked to them would shatter my peace.
To achieve my dream sooner, focus on treatment.
Go all-out on Mir Ryuin’s ass and asshole.
With that sole goal, I pulled my finger from her asshole—which clenched tight around it, making her twitch and jerk each time.
Squelch.
[Hiyaaaaah?!?!?!♥]
Not even fast—just a slow pull of two knuckles—and she screamed like I’d yanked out a string of escalating anal beads all at once. Pure beastly wail.
Pffft—psshht.
Her pussy, leaking juices nonstop, finally squirted weakly for the first time today.
A few ass slaps got her feeling it for the first time ever, and two knuckles in and out left her screaming and cumming helplessly. How pathetically sensitive can you get?
Even after she recovered—back to Lord of Magic, ice queen Mir Ryuin—I doubted I’d fear her anymore.
Why fear a woman who does nothing but scream at two fingers?
The fear was gone, but not the emotions pent up inside. So, to wreck her loosened pink asshole properly, I soaked my index finger in her thick nectar, bending and readying it.
Alright then... Shove it knuckle-deep, hook it down, thumb-grip her pussy entrance. Legendary two-hole pinch.
Of course, that legend existed only in my head—born just now from fingering her. Untested.
But against an asshole that squirts and cums from two knuckles? Anything would make her climax. Confidence sky-high.
As I aimed the finisher at her exhausted, gaping, twitching asshole...
[H-haah. Ngh... W-wait! Wait a sec!]
Her uncharacteristically desperate voice halted my finger.
“Something wrong? You just came a little. That means it’s working—why cut the flow now?”
[N-ngh... Y-yeah, my lower belly throbbed, and ecstasy shot through me like my mind would fly away... but before finishing, I need to know something!]
“What?”
For some reason, she asked with deep suspicion.
[The others. Did you do the same to May Luina and Dain Adamas? Spank their asses and... f-finger their a-anals to make them cum?]
A question out of nowhere.
But no reason not to answer, so I did casually.
“Nah? May Luina just got her tits massaged. Dain Adamas, I patted her lower belly a bit.”
[Th-then why me! Why do I get spanked and a-a-analed?!]
She wailed, voice thick with humiliated injustice.
Why tits for May Luina, belly for Dain Adamas, ass and anus for Mir Ryuin?
The answer was simple.
‘Because the brandings were focused in different spots for each.’
That’s why I used different methods.
But that wouldn’t convince her.
I’d just said her ass branding required ass play, yet here she was, indignant. She needed more.
So I voiced my hypothesis—born from kneading May’s tits, patting Dain’s firm belly, spanking Mir’s cheeks, and fingering her anus.
“Because your asshole’s weak, Mir Ryuin.”
[......What?]
“Curse lift depends on orgasm count and intensity. Hitting non-weak spots is inefficient. Targeting your weakest—ass and anus—is most effective.”
[M-my weakness... the one no one knows... is my a-anal?!]
She’d just been toyed with by two knuckles, unable to resist verbally—yet couldn’t accept her asshole as weakness, muttering it over and over.
[N-no! No way! M-maybe my whole body’s sensitive! Born that way! So anal’s not a weakness—just one of many! Otherwise it makes no sense. Me? Lord of Magic, Dragon incarnate, One-Man Army—paralyzed by one anal poke? Impossible!]
Denying it fiercely, contradicting her own earlier “I’m insensitive” claim. Unreal words from her mouth.
[Y-yeah. That’s it. Makes sense. So Stay! N-not anal—hit standard erogenous zones. Like with May or Dain!]
Pitiful denial. I shook my head.
“If your branding was clear on tits or belly like theirs, sure. But yours is on your ass. Yang elsewhere won’t lift the curse.”
[B-but... It’s my first orgasm ever, and admitting it came from anal... I can’t!]
True sincerity from her at last.
That’s why she’d argued against herself: refusing to admit her first climax was anal.
But she’d already had a light one. Too late now.
“Way past too late. You came the instant my finger slipped out. Accept it: you’re the owner of a pathetic anal that loses human speech to a poke, howling like a bitch.”
[N-no way I can accept th...!]
“Then let’s wrap today.”
Squelch!!
I cut her off, ramming my prepped index finger into her still-half-gaped pathetic quickshot asshole.
[Hgk?!♥♥♥]
Her rant cut short, every nerve locked on her asshole again.
Why fight acceptance? Finding the weakness speeds treatment—good thing, right?
As planned, I hooked my finger down in her squeezing rectum while hooking my thumb on her sopping pussy.
Pincer grip locked her two lower mouths. I squeezed...
“......Huh? What’s this? No sound?”
She’d screamed to climax from two knuckles in-out—yet full-force pinch? Silence?
Something off. Checked status.
[Inner thoughts listening disabled temporarily to protect user’s hearing.]
“Aha.”