Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Can't Tolerate Ignoring the Nipple Pinch and Clockwise Twist
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I can't tolerate ignoring the nipple pinch and clockwise twist.
"...Um. I-I'm here."
For some reason, Mir Ryuin gave off an eerie vibe, so I decided to play dumb about whatever that number-counting business was and just greeted her.
[Yeah, I know you're here. Come on in.]
"Ah, yes. Sure thing."
I'd definitely started the day feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep, but now, face-to-face with Mir Ryuin, that freshness had vanished, replaced by pure unease.
It was like forgetting you'd stuck a can of cola in the freezer, then remembering it right before opening the door hours later—every moment with her felt that precarious.
With her expressionless, plant-like state, her voice was the only clue to her mood, and right now, it sounded seriously off.
Why the hell was she counting such huge numbers one by one, only to stop dead when I showed up? No, wait—did she seriously count seconds without missing a beat until I arrived?
If she really waited for me by counting every single second, that's no small thing.
Counting seconds is the surest way to make time crawl slowest, so if that's what she did, those two days must've felt longer than any eternity to her.
Common sense says waiting time is proportional to negative emotions, and out of the three heroes I handle, Mir Ryuin hates wasting time the most.
For someone like her to spend two whole days waiting just for me, counting down to the second? God, the irritation building inside her must be unimaginable.
"So... Mir Ryuin, did I keep you waiting long?"
I asked even though I already knew the answer, phrasing it carefully.
[Yeah, didn't you hear? I counted up to 129,605 seconds.]
She crushed my desperate hope that it was all a misunderstanding, hammering home the worst-case scenario I'd imagined.
[I waited a ton. A really long time. First time I've ever waited on someone like this. I'm always the one making others wait.]
Her words, laced with thorns that could prick you just from hearing them, made my ears ache like they might bleed.
"W-Waiting like this must've been a fresh experience, right?"
I tossed out a joke to lighten the mood.
[No. Not fresh at all. It was the worst. You said you'd come within two days, so I figured around 120,000 seconds tops. But you blew past my expectations by 9,605 seconds. After 120,000, every second felt like my foot was stuck in shit.]
And you're asking if it was a 'fresh new experience' for me?
"......Sorry."
Not only did the mood not brighten—it tanked even harder, souring her disposition further.
At first, when she noticed me and paused her counting to greet me, there'd been a hint of gladness in her voice. Now? Nothing but displeasure and irritation.
Sure, training her pink, squishy anus last time had dulled some of my fear and aversion toward her, but that didn't change who she was.
What I mean is: even if her anus got all soft and chewy from training, Mir Ryuin's tolerance as a person was still the narrowest of the three.
Being the most petty of the bunch, one little slip-up from me, and she might hold a grudge, throwing a fit after treatment.
I resolved to stay sharp all day, then addressed her obvious frustration.
"Then let's start treatment right away to make up for lost time. You hate wasting it most, after all."
As I spoke, I whipped off the blanket covering her insanely fuckable, pregnancy-optimized soft-plump-bouncy body, exposing her fully.
The targets for today's wrecking were the same as last time: her perfect-for-childbirth plump-soft-bouncy-plump ass and that soft-chewy pink anus.
To get at those, I needed to flip her over first, so I slid my hands under her back and thighs.
[Hold up. Don't flip me yet. I want to hear something before treatment.]
"Pardon?"
Her chilling voice stopped me cold before I could even budge her.
"W-What do you want to hear?"
I froze in that awkward position, hands wedged under her back and thighs, and asked.
[You treated May Luina yesterday, right? Explain what you did to her—demonstrate it on my body while you tell me.]
It was an order I hadn't seen coming at all.
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As a mere F-rank scrub, defying the Lord of Magic Mir Ryuin was next to impossible, so I couldn't voice any refusal—I had to grant her wish.
[...What are you doing?]
"Ah, May Luina said she'd feel lonely alone. Hearing my voice would ease her loneliness even on non-treatment days, so I'm setting up the call."
But my promise to May Luina from yesterday took priority, so I hooked up an ear mic to my phone for clear audio, clipped it to my jaw, and connected the call.
"There. Surprisingly, the on-call room had this. Must've been left by some VIP patient's bodyguard back in the day. Lucky break. Anyway, call's connected—let's get started."
Click-click-click-click-tick, slide.
This time, without giving her a chance to stop me, I unhooked and yanked off her patient gown front and black bra in a blink, freeing those royal soft-milk tanks.
[Wh-What?!]
Her chest suddenly bare, she sounded flustered for the first time today—her voice wavered.
"Practice makes perfect. Honestly, my bra-hook speed is unbeatable now."
[H-Huh. Definitely fast. Hard to believe for an F-rank Awakener. Not a useful talent, though—just unhooking bras.]
Classic Mir Ryuin: can't just compliment without tacking on useless snark.
I wasn't expecting positivity from a personality wreck like her anyway, so I ignored it and reached for her pristine, unmarked royal soft mana tanks—unlike May Luina's imprinted ones.
[Wait. Before you demo May Luina's special treatment, one more question. While you're treating me, she hears all the sounds, right?]
But she beat me to it again, cutting in before my hands could knead.
It felt like a Wild West gunslinger duel, getting outdrawn the moment I let my guard down, but dragging my feet on her question might spark some bullshit, so I shoved the weird feeling aside and answered.
"Yes. But only I can hear your voice, Mir Ryuin. She'll probably just catch the kneading sounds and my voice."
[Hmm...]
She went quiet, like she was mulling it over.
That sparked a late panic: What if she refuses to let May Luina hear her treatment sounds?
If she did, I'd have to end the call, and May Luina would spiral into lonely despair, raging at me for sure.
Bottom line: I'd be the only one screwed if she nixed it.
Determined to avoid that, I steeled myself for Hellish Tease Pink Anus Training Hell—edging her without climax until she caved.
But then...
[May Luina hearing sounds of you focusing only on me... Heh. Sounds fun. Do it.]
"P-Pardon? Ah, th-thank you."
Against all odds, she not only approved but seemed delighted, giving the green light cheerfully.
For me, who'd braced for denial-via-eternal-tease hell, it was an anticlimax.
Hmm, guess I'll save the Hellish Tease Pink Anus Training Hell for later.
It felt like a waste to scrap anal training entirely, so I mentally tabled it—then she spoke in an ultra-relaxed tone.
[Alright, start. The treatment you gave May Luina. The breast kneading thing or whatever.]
"It's not just kneading—it's the nipple pinch and slow clockwise twist."
[Oh? Does it matter? You're just touching tits. What can that even do?]
"Hah."
After delivering May Luina to shameful counting-orgasm blackout with that exact nipple pinch and clockwise twist, having it dismissed lit a hot fury in my chest.
Fine, ignore F-rank scrub Awakener, ER gofer Stay.
She's S-rank, World Hero Ranking #2, Lord of Magic Mir Ryuin, after all.
But dismissing my treatment technique—the nipple pinch and clockwise twist? Unforgivable.
Especially from Mir Ryuin, the pathetic premature squirter who blasts eardrum-shattering moans and blacks out just from anal prodding.
"Fine. Let's see you endure this."
With that, I vowed to go full throttle from the start and reached for her breasts.