Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: The Perfect Guide to Conquering May Luina's Royal Squishy Tits (4)
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I've never learned to play an instrument, so I'd never experienced moving each finger with a different purpose.
When it came to moving my fingers, it was always just one or two at a time, or my whole hand for a single goal. My hands were far from capable of delicate multitasking.
I'd never even tried something that complex, where every single finger had its own objective.
So when I resolved to move all ten fingers—five on each hand—to drive May Luina to a fainting orgasm, I figured it'd just look like regular kneading.
But the moment I sank eight fingers into her soft-and-bouncy royal tits, sparing only my thumbs for her pink nipples, I realized the truth.
Squish squish rustle sluuuurp munch twiiiirl twiiiirl piiiiing booooing squiiiish squeeeeaze!
[Hngaaaah?!♥ H-Hiyaaaak♥ Wh-What's thiiiis?♥ Wh-What is thiiiis♥ I-I don't knooow♥ I don't know stuff liiiike thiiiis♥]
The talent for handling women's bodies that I'd only recognized since yesterday was still far beyond anything I could imagine, even now that I knew it existed.
What? Why does this work? Why does it feel so natural?
They say people born with innate genius struggle terribly when they have to teach others later on.
Because to them, everything they need to teach is just... obvious.
For geniuses, the fields where they shine aren't things they can teach anyone.
Just like how most people naturally learn to walk, run, and breathe without thinking, geniuses treat their domains the same way.
Geniuses dance like breathing, sing effortlessly, excel in sports, wield miraculous healing powers, solo clear S-rank gates, and sketch countless advanced magic circles with a flick of the wrist to paint the sky.
Mortals envy and idolize their "obvious" actions, begging to be taught, but to geniuses, it's as natural as breathing—they can't impart what comes instinctively.
I'd read a book like that back in awakener training camp.
At the time, surrounded by geniuses I couldn't even compare to, I had no choice but to accept it, even if I hated it.
Years later, those guys breezed through nearly every training course on the first try, as if it were nothing, while I'm still just an F-rank loser.
Gazing up at their god-given talents from the dirt, I'd vaguely hoped that someday, I'd bloom with something similar.
Back then, I still believed my Status Window was an exceptional ability with real potential.
But after time passed and debts piled up beyond what I could handle, I realized I was a mortal among mortals—not even scraping the bottom of the awakener barrel. And I had no talent for making the impossible feel natural, either.
From then on, I stopped expecting anything from myself and just poured my life into paying off those debts.
But right now, in this moment, I realized I did have an innate genius in one field: making the unnatural feel utterly natural.
Shiiiiver booooing twiiiirl twiiiirl squish squish sluuuurp smooch sha sha shaaaak squeeeeaze!
[Hngiiik♥ N-Nnghiiiik♥ Th-Thiiiis kiiiind of thiiiing♥ I f-found oooout aboooout it♥ Thiiiis is baaad♥ I-I can't go baaack♥ To my innocent viiirgin daaays♥♥♥]
I had a talent for turning women into instruments.
Not just playing them like instruments—that's different from what I was doing.
Playing a woman like an instrument still treats her as a woman at core.
But I'm different. I could tell from experience. If I wanted to, I could turn a woman into a literal instrument.
Press the ivy leaf mark on her upper right breast—about the size of my thumb—with my index finger hard enough to sink into the skin, while quickly circling her erect pink nipple clockwise with my thumb.
That'll definitely make her squeak out an uncharacteristically cute "Hnyaaat♥".
[Hnyaaat♥]
Just as expected.
Hearing May Luina make exactly the sound I intended from my touch, I smirked, curling up the corner of my mouth.
If a tool that produces intended sounds based on user manipulation is an instrument, then the current May Luina was just like one—perfectly obeying my whims.
That's why my talent went beyond merely playing women like instruments. It reached the realm of transforming them into instruments.
Press here like this, and she'll let out a spine-chilling "Hheeek♥" while whining that it's not allowed, like a spoiled brat.
Squuuuish.
[Hheeek♥ D-Don't squuuuish my niiiipple liiiike thaaat♥♥♥ Noooo♥♥♥]
See? My talent was the real deal.
A virgin loser who'd only been with women for two days was turning them into instruments as naturally as breathing.
And the instrument helplessly moaning under my hands was no ordinary genius. She was May Luina—the pinnacle hero who'd made countless other prodigies despair of their own talents.
A mortal like me, who'd always idolized those geniuses, had turned their ultimate aspiration into an instrument that moaned and squealed exactly as I desired with a single finger twitch.
Realizing that, my Stay Mk. II—which I'd never used before and whose potential I couldn't even guess—grew noticeably heavier.
The thrill and excitement accelerated my blood flow, and the conquest of bending May Luina to my will made Stay Mk. II throb powerfully.
But today wasn't the day for Stay Mk. II to shine.
And May Luina wasn't its opponent, either.
Stay Mk. II would debut only on the day the woman I love accepts my feelings.
So I took a deep breath, ignoring Stay Mk. II's raging pleas of "Free me! You need my power to unleash your true talent without holding back!"
[Hngooooh♥ Heeeee♥ H-Hngiiiing♥ Wh-Why are you sooo goooood at thiiiis······♥]
With my focus forcibly pulled from Stay Mk. II, after a few experimental strums, I dove into the full performance—channeling all my attention onto May Luina's thoroughly ravaged chest.
Shiver... Twitch! Jerk! Purrrr!
More precisely, onto her soft-and-bouncy royal tits, which I'd handled as skillfully as a lifetime instrument.
"Whoa..."
Having finished the performance and paused to rest, I lifted my hands—revealing the full, unhidden glory of May Luina's tits for the first time.
Her nipple, crushed and twisted clockwise under my thumb, still stood erect toward the sky. Her flawless, snow-white, translucent mounds were now covered in my handprints, flushed red in spots.
This treasure so perfect it could be a world heritage site—stained messy and red by my hands.
It was proof that May Luina's royal soft-and-bouncy tits belonged solely to me, and that she was an instrument only I could play.
Of course, once the treatment ended, I'd probably never see her again.
Yeah, my connection to May Luina wasn't meant to last long.
I didn't feel any particular regret about that. What I wanted most was for her to get out of that bed ASAP and pay off my debts. So, to wrap up today's treatment, I cracked my knuckles one last time.
Pop pop pop pop pop.
Interlocking my fingers and pushing my palms outward burst the air pockets between my joints with a menacing pop pop pop pop.
It felt refreshing, and my slightly stiff joints loosened up nicely.
"...Alright."
I was in peak condition now.
In other words, I was brimming with the power to play a woman like an instrument just by groping her tits—driving her to unbearable pleasure until she fainted.
"Alright, May Luina. Time to finish this."
[Hngiiiing♥ Wh-Whaaaat? F-Fiiiinish······?]
"Obviously, your fainting orgasm. I'll knock you out in 10 seconds. Count each one out loud, second by second. Ready? Go."
[S-Sudden much······?!]
Ignoring May Luina's panicked inner voice, I pressed my left middle finger firmly into the third ivy leaf mark from the left on her upper left tit.
At the same time, I crushed her left nipple hard with my left thumb and pinched her right nipple between my right index and thumb, giving it tiny twists side to side.
Stimuli from tit play that she couldn't adapt to—ones that would keep her steadily more sensitive.
Giving her that meant she'd have no choice but to do exactly what I wanted.
[Hngiiiik♥♥♥♥♥ N-Noooo♥ Y-You're squuuuishing my niiiipples♥ And twiiiisting them side to siiiide♥♥♥ I haaaave no choooice but to do what Stay saaaays♥♥♥]
"Start from 10. Now."
Squish squish
[Teeeen♥♥♥♥ Guhuuuu♥♥♥]
Twirl twirl
[Niiiine♥♥♥ Ch-Chiiiine!♥♥♥]
Squuuuish. Squish.
[Eiiiight?!♥ O-Ooooh·····♥♥♥♥♥]
Sluuuuurp!
[Ohoooook······♥]
"Not five—four. Saying five twice doesn't count..."
[······.]
Snap.
[Target has fainted. Inner voice listening function terminated.]
"What."
She couldn't even last 5 seconds?
What a pathetically fragile instrument.