The Collar Named Resistance
In the secret chamber buried deep within the mansion, cut off from the outside world by what could only be called a collar named resistance, Karin thrashed wildly in my arms. Yet the lingering aftershocks of pleasure that had ravaged her body and the crushing weight of shame left her trembling helplessly.
I stroked her back with gentle affection, the way one might comfort the most pitiful creature in the world, and whispered softly. “I’m sorry, Karin. For testing your will so cruelly.”
“...Hic, you... bastard...”
“But from where I stand, I honestly couldn’t trust that your will was truly your own. As you must have felt to your bones just now… your ego isn’t strong enough to withstand even one shallow command carved into your flesh. Just like how I once believed my father’s actions were my own and mistook that for resistance.”
My tender consolation, painted with false pity, caused Karin’s sharp killing intent to waver helplessly. She had completely mistaken the hand of the beast oppressing her for the warm touch of a comrade who shared the same wounds and despair.
I waited until she had calmed somewhat, then slowly released her from my embrace. I picked up the red leather notebook I had left in the room beforehand and placed it in her hands.
“What… is this?”
Karin, her face ruined by tears, asked with reddened eyes.
“It’s the observation log containing the training records from the past week that the President handed over to me along with the ‘products.’ Or rather, the journal you wrote yourself.”
“......!”
Karin’s shoulders twitched visibly as she examined the notebook. Her lips quivered, and a hoarse voice escaped in disbelief.
“How the hell do you have that?! Don’t tell me you—”
Her voice, rising in protest, suddenly cut off. The words I had spoken to deceive her moments ago had flashed through her mind.
“Ah, that is precisely why I cannot trust your will or your ego. I haven’t read the sixth and seventh days yet, but I could sense the sincerity of your heart trapped inside that hell… written without you even knowing it was at my request…”
At that moment, Karin’s pupils shattered like broken glass. She had clung to the belief that, during the past week of hellish hypnotic training, this diary had been her only refuge and her sole means of resistance.
But…
“Hahaha! Damn it…! So even writing that wasn’t my own will…!”
Karin clutched her head with both hands and let out a despairing scream. She had realized that even the secret record she believed was the only proof of her ego in that horrific hell was nothing more than a ‘product manual’ the President had meticulously calculated and controlled her to write for me—her master.
“You fucking bastard… But why did you read it?! Are you some kind of voyeur?!”
Having realized everything had been a deception, Karin spat curses at me in a desperate attempt to deny reality. Looking at her wretched, rage-filled face, I had to swallow a quiet chuckle.
Well, voyeur, huh. She’s not wrong. After all, every reader who consumed this world through text was a hopeless voyeur.
Savoring that thrilling meta shiver, I answered in a coldly sunken voice.
“The version of me that still carried lingering suggestions believed that once you purchase something, it is the owner’s duty to at least read the handling instructions. I needed to know exactly what you and your mother endured and in what state you were completed… so I could decide how to treat you both in my bedroom from now on.”
I deliberately exaggerated my tone while staring directly into her eyes. “In that sense, Karin, do you still believe you possess complete free will?”
“...What?”
“If you’re not certain, then obediently hand over the journal containing the final two days of training—the parts I haven’t read yet—to me, your ‘master.’ However.”
I continued, gazing at her with a deliberately solemn expression. “If you truly believe your will is your own, then do not speak through a diary written under hypnosis. Tell me about those days in your own words. And within those hellish memories, let us search together for clues that will allow you to maintain your ego and break the hypnosis… just as my mother, Carna, miraculously freed herself after twenty years of domination.”
The words ‘mother’s liberation’ that left my lips acted as a fatal poison that completely paralyzed Karin’s reason. The hands gripping the notebook began to shake violently.
The despair of having been toyed with by the President, her meager pride as a knight, and the desperate hope that she too could shatter the hypnosis all collided, burning her mind white.
Then—
Thud!
Karin ground her teeth and hurled the red notebook toward the mirror on the far wall.
“Ha…! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I’ll speak of those worst memories with my own will!”
Her eyes were a chaotic mess of stubborn pride and shame. It was the moment her resignation—having decided I had already seen every ugly part of her body and heart—or her perfectly self-protective conviction that she had chosen this herself completely consumed her.
“Good. That is a truly admirable will. Now, tell me. The sixth and seventh days. What exactly did that hypnotist do to you and your mother?”
“I… I… hic… I… with Mother……”
Karin’s lips trembled as a voice crushed beneath layers of shame began to fill the room.
“That hypnotist said a woman must first understand pleasure and how to serve her master… so to a virgin like me… he attached to Mother’s… Mother’s vagina a fake…”
Thick tears rolled down Karin’s cheeks as she spoke. The hell of the past two days, described in her own words, was far more vivid and destructive than merely reading it in text.
The President had preserved Karin’s virginity perfectly while imprinting absolute pleasure by attaching a penis-shaped prosthetic to Camilla’s lower abdomen. Then he forced Karin to endlessly serve her own mother in the art of ‘pleasing a man.’
And worse—
“That devil used magic to manipulate sensation… Every time I licked and sucked Mother’s fake cock… he shoved a vivid illusion directly into her brain, making her feel as if she were truly sucking a real man’s cock and performing the real act…!”
Karin panted, clawing at her own chest. The horrific immorality of her mother writhing her hips lewdly and moaning like a whore because of her service was clearly tearing through her mind like phantom pain.
“And then… after Mother had learned a man’s pleasure… he told me to let the daughter experience a woman’s pleasure this time… and forced that illusionary cock into… my… my… ugh!!!!”
Hmm. I see.
I leisurely stroked my chin while listening to Karin’s desperate confession.
In the original novel, the President usually used a magical onahole with linked sensations to grant virgins the pleasure of penetration, inserting the ecstasy himself.
Yet he deliberately used Camilla to teach her the sensations…
The reason was obvious. I had made ‘perfect preservation of virginity’ a condition of our contract. Given the original protagonist’s cunning nature, he had been extremely careful not to leave even the slightest mark on Karin’s hymen, fearing I might use it as an excuse to demand massive penalty fees or make unreasonable demands.
Thanks to that, her physical purity remains perfectly intact while her mind and senses have been trained more thoroughly than any whore. A top-grade toy has been completed.
“Hic, ugh…! I’ve said it all now…! Inside that horrific illusion… the one writhing and screaming in pleasure was me…!”
Karin collapsed, sobbing in shame. But before her tears could even wet the floor, she lifted her head and her gaze naturally fell on my lower body. She froze.
The front of my banquet trousers, sewn from the finest fabric, was bulging obscenely, straining as if it would burst.
“You…! You crazy pervert bastard…! You get hard after hearing something that disgusting?!”
Karin shouted, her voice a mixture of shock and revulsion.
Without the slightest attempt to hide it, I slowly ran my hand down the swollen bulge and shrugged.
“Can’t be helped. When a beautiful noble lady recounts her lewd experiences so vividly, isn’t it stranger for a hot-blooded man not to react?”
“You bastard…!”
“Well then, this pervert had better go relieve this boiling lust.”
I rose slowly and walked toward the door of the secret chamber. At my indifferent movement, Karin’s eyes began to shake violently.
“Don’t tell me… you’re going to rape someone!”
Her urgent cry carried an underlying terror: Could it be Mother?
I stopped, turned my head, and smiled coldly.
“Don’t worry. Even I have no interest in embracing Knight Commander Camilla—who would become my mother-in-law—in this mood. There is a woman in our mansion whom I purchased with money. She stands by at all times to receive my sexual desires. I’ll simply relieve this heat with her and return.”
The moment I reached for the doorknob again—
“......Stop.”
Karin’s trembling voice pierced my back, slicing through the air of the secret room.
“You just said… purchased with money…”
“That’s right. She’s rather old but still attractive. A woman who sold both body and soul for coin. I don’t know how many times she can endure my beastly violence, but I paid her generously, so she probably won’t die.”
At my indifferent answer, Karin’s pupils quaked as if struck by an earthquake. I could practically see the frantic calculations spinning inside her head.
She felt relief that her mother would not be violated. But her meager knightly sense of justice that demanded she protect the weak, and above all, the crushing guilt that ‘because of the erection I caused in this filthy man, an innocent woman will be horrifically ravaged’ began to tighten around her throat.
That meager yet noble knightly pride was the fatal trap I had dug—the one that would make Karin hang herself.
“......I’ll relieve it for you.”
Finally, a perfect declaration of defeat slipped from Karin’s lips.
Even as I screamed with inward glee, I frowned outwardly and asked, “Oh? After rejecting me so fiercely, you’re willing to offer your virginity?”
“Are you insane?! Who said anything about giving you that…!”
Tears glistening in her eyes, Karin bit her lip hard and approached me with a face twisted in disgust.
“With my hand… I’ll do it with my hand. So don’t touch that innocent woman. I’ll handle it myself. So hurry up and lower your pants… No. I’ll do it.”
Her hands shook violently. Her face was contorted as if fighting nausea. In that gaze filled with utter contempt, as though I were the most revolting filth in the world, Karin nevertheless reached carefully for the buckle of my trousers.
The moment the fabric slid down and my ferocious erection sprang into the air—
…I’m losing my mind.
I had to forcibly swallow the burst of pleasurable laughter threatening to escape.
The expression Karin wore as she looked at me was that of a female knight who wanted to bite her own tongue and die. Yet the ‘perfect service memory’ etched into her very bones after two days of handling her mother’s fake cock did not lie.
“Ugh… Haa, ngh…”
The touch of Karin’s hand as it gripped my length was not the clumsy motion of someone forced by duty. It was the ultimate technique that would bring even a veteran prostitute to tears—perfectly calculated to know exactly which parts to press for maximum pleasure, when to increase the pace, and when to breathe warmly upon it.
With the noble face of a knight, yet her hand moves like a perfectly trained bitch.
“Haa… The hypnotist truly deserves the admiration of countless nobles. To have taught such skill to the daughter of the knight commander.”
“Shut up…! Just shut your mouth and cum already… you piece of trash…!”
Watching Karin—ears burning crimson with shame, tears dripping steadily—caress my cock with practiced, sensual strokes, I tasted the finest delicacy that deception and gaslighting could produce.