Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Time to Reflect on Bonds with the Three Patients
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It seemed like the time had come to think deeply about my relationships with the three patients.
After confirming three times that she was fast asleep, I went to the bathroom, grabbed some water, and came back to find May Luina crying.
The moment the mind-reading function connected, her sobbing stopped, so I had no idea exactly how she was crying. But the voice that called my name—dripping with moisture and sounding utterly wretched—made it clear she hadn't just shed a few tears. She'd been wailing her heart out.
The instant I arrived, she stopped crying, desperately called my name, and the moment I responded, she begged me not to call her May Luina anymore but just May. There was only one thing that could mean.
May Luina was suffering from severe separation anxiety right now.
The realization sent chills racing across my skin.
My teeth chattered, my limbs trembled uncontrollably, and my heart pounded wildly—an overwhelming terror.
Being the object of separation anxiety for an S-rank Awakener—no, the Saintess May Luina herself—was more than enough to bleach the brain of a mere F-rank like me pure white.
"......"
[S-Stay? Why'd you suddenly go quiet......? D-Did you decide you don't like calling my name anymore?]
Stunned by the shock and horror, I couldn't respond, and her voice—brimming with anxiety—echoed in my mind.
"Huh? Oh, no! Of course not!"
Having lived as May Luina's emotional trash can, I knew better than anyone what happened if I ignored her. Instinctively, I answered.
[Really? Th-Then call me by my name quick! Not just once now. Call me by name from now on, always, always!]
Satisfied with my reassurance, May Luina's voice shed its anxiety in an instant and repeated the demand that turned my brain white all over again.
A simple request on the surface: just call her by name. Something that seemed so easy to grant.
But to me, dreaming of a normal life, it felt more dangerous than anything I'd ever heard.
Call her only by name? May instead of May Luina? Good God in this world.
She'd burst into sobs and wailed just because I was gone for a mere five minutes.
And I was the target.
In this situation, granting her request—"Call me May"—from the lofty Saintess known for being kind to everyone but close to no one, could lead to something huge.
Like, even after treatment ends and life returns to normal, her separation anxiety toward me doesn't fade, so she clings endlessly or kidnaps me outright to use as her anxiety-relief toy.
She was already suffering separation anxiety focused on me, which made disasters like that highly probable. And if I started calling her by name on top of it?
After treatment, the odds of her ruining my life skyrocket with something like: "I never let anyone else call me May. I only allowed you, Stay. And you dare throw away my special privilege, pretend it never happened? You called my name freely during treatment, then cut me off like a stranger once it's over? I won't let that slide. I'll make you regret it."
Of course, I'd just heard from her own mouth today that she doesn't like me, and that only a lunatic would like someone so far beneath her, so the despair circuit probably wouldn't become reality...
[Call me! Quick! Quiiiick! Like earlier, casually as May! Speak comfortably!]
Seeing her obsess over me calling her by name like this made me feel like dismissing it as mere worry would be a mistake.
I'd called her May earlier for treatment reasons—a solid excuse. But calling her that without reason would leave no escape from future logic like "You called my name freely before."
So right now, what I needed to protect was a perfect separation between treatment talk and everyday conversation.
Fortunately, devising a countermeasure for this wasn't too hard.
"You want me to call you only by your name?"
[Yes, yes! With lots of feeling if possible...... Wh-Whisper it low in my ear like that would be even better!]
Thinking she'd get her name called soon, May Luina added to her demands in an excited, trembling voice.
But I had no intention of indulging her.
"Ha, whispering low like that, huh......"
I let out a blatant scoff right in her face—something I couldn't have imagined doing before.
[......S-Stay? What did you just say......?]
Caught off guard by my sudden shift, May Luina stammered more from confusion than anger.
But that confusion would soon turn to rage at being ignored. To avoid complicating a simple fix, I closed in on her before she could blow up.
"Hey. May."
[H-Hweh?!]
I pressed right up to her bedside and grabbed both her soft cheeks with one hand.
With precise control to convey pressure over discomfort, I whispered exactly as she wanted into the ear of May Luina—her lips now pursed out from the squeeze.
"I only call you May when I'm giving you your special treatment. If you want to be called May, remember it means getting wrecked by me. Got it?"
The reason countermeasures were easy? I knew May Luina was a total depraved masochist slut.
To make her earn name-calling, frame it as exclusive treatment for her—turning the name into part of therapy itself.
This separated everyday talk from treatment perfectly.
[H-Huee......♥]
"Got it? I'm asking you, you depraved masochist slut."
With her face gripped in one hand, I repeated the question aggressively, calling her name—already leaving her dazed.
To the Saintess May Luina, words no one alive had ever dared—rude and blasphemous—she paused, then squeezed out a slurred reply through her leaking lips.
[Y-Yesssh♥♥♥ I u-understaaand♥♥♥]
Perfect submission.
Of course, the "for treatment" pretext made it easy, but the fact remained: I'd made May Luina submit with mere words.
A surge of elation weighed down my lower body as I released her face, then stroked her silver-white hair with that hand.
"May who listens well is so cute and pretty."
At the same time, I whispered into her ear the very words that had sparked jealousy earlier—the ones she'd tearfully demanded.
[He, heuk?!♥♥♥]
Even depraved masochist sluts don't crave only abuse—they're human too, wanting praise, and as a woman, thrilled by "cute" and "pretty."
[S-Stayyy♥ Y-You were so forceful and scary just now♥ Th-Then suddenly such soft words like thaaat♥♥]
So it wasn't strange that May Luina—melted defenseless from pressure alone—neared climax from praise.
"Alright, it's late, so I'm heading out. You can go now too, May."
[Y-Yes? Wh-What does th-that......]
Swoosh!Grip!
"What else? Prove you're a depraved masochist slut who cums pathetically from her virgin pussy getting grabbed."
[Eh......♥]
It was only natural that plunging my hand into her patient pants without warning, seizing a handful of her soaked, steaming-soft pussy meat, triggered an instant knockout orgasm.
Drip.
"......?"
Terminating mind-reading function for user's hearing protection.
"......Ah, it cut out again. How loud was she screaming this time."
I dismissed the now-familiar alert and kneaded May Luina's addictively soft, warm, squishy pussy meat a few more times before leaving the room.
"Man...... There's a lot to think about."
Treating May Luina today made one thing clear: it was time to think deeply about my relationships with the three patients.