The Devil's Gamble
The hands ravaging every inch of her body, combined with my whisper promising to make her the protagonist of a perverse tale built around the devil's gamble, sent Karin trembling. She shrank back toward the corner of the bed like a herbivore cornered by a predator.
─Thud. I pulled the red leather notebook from my pocket—the very record of every humiliating act she had endured in the secret room over the past week—and lightly tapped the crown of her head with it.
“Ow...!”
“After reading this, it’s clear. You may act like a noble knight on the surface, but it seems you were quite lewd inside long before you ever became a doll.”
“Wh-what nonsense is that! That wasn’t my will—it was that devilish bastard who forced me...!”
Karin’s eyes glistened with tears of shame as she shouted, but I simply shrugged lightly and cut her off.
“Whatever the reason, your body has already been perfectly conditioned to surrender to pleasure. At this rate, if that President so much as snaps his fingers, you’ll turn into a bitch in heat just like you did in the banquet hall yesterday or last night. So... we need to prepare countermeasures.”
“C-countermeasures...?”
I put on a deliberately grave expression and began spouting sophistry with the face of the world’s most devoted comrade.
“It’s simple. To neutralize a poison, you must first understand its composition. To shatter the hypnosis engraved in your body and build resistance... we’ll reenact the process of the hypnosis the President cast on you, step by step, either in reverse or from the very beginning.”
“......What?! Have you lost your mind?!”
Karin recoiled in horror.
“You want me to repeat those horrible acts... with you? Don’t speak as if you have any real basis or proven method! Or... is this actually the real solution?”
“If you’re asking whether that’s truly the only way, I have but one answer. How would I know? I’m not a hypnotist who manipulates minds. I’m simply the client who purchased a doll with money.”
I shamelessly pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. In truth, my mind contained countless lock-release methods—including the Master’s Command Keyword the President had taught me and the Hypnotist Group’s Management Keywords I’d learned from the original story. Any of them could instantly dissolve or control her hypnosis.
But was I insane enough to kindly hand those convenient tools over to this arrogant sub-heroine?
“Since I don’t know, we’ll simply charge forward like brute idiots. That is, if you truly wish to break free of your body’s chains and become my perfect comrade—the one who will strike down your father.”
At my resolute words, Karin’s wavering crimson eyes lost their anchor and drifted helplessly. A cruel binary choice offered to someone with no real options.
I flipped through the notebook and delivered the final verdict.
“Choose, Karin. Will you confront the horrific training from the very last day, when you nearly lost your entire sense of self to him... or begin with the first day, when the suddenness left you without any strength to resist?”
A suffocating silence filled the secret room. Karin weighed her pride, her survival, and her shame in a desperate mental balance. Finally, she bit down hard on her bloodless lips and answered in a voice that barely crawled out.
“Th-the first... from the first day...”
Unaware that she was willingly fastening a collar around her own neck, she had chosen the perfect wrong answer in her desperate desire to save her mother and exact revenge for her freedom and against us.
“A wise choice. Rest easy. Unlike the President, I won’t treat you like a mere animal. After all, we’re simply searching for a ‘method’ to resist the hypnosis.”
I sat the shivering Karin beside me and slowly opened the first page of her notebook. In the long, perfectly legal torment of this beautiful female knight that was about to unfold, I scanned the opening lines and nodded with apparent interest.
“Before we seek a way to break the hypnosis, let’s begin with an accurate diagnosis. Karin, tell me in your own words. What exactly happened on that first day recorded in this notebook?”
At my demand, Karin’s lips quivered as she tried to shake her head, but she eventually resigned herself and spoke in halting, suppressed tones.
“Y-you already used this part before... Mother returned home with a young man holding flowers, saying it was a celebration gift for my promotion.”
Karin hugged her own shoulders as if recalling something horrific and dropped her gaze.
“The moment I saw the happiness on Mother’s face, I knew... Ah, Mom has started dating... So I truly wanted to celebrate her new beginning.”
Her voice shook as she continued.
“But that night... the look in the man’s eyes when he entered my bedroom was that of a vile beast.”
“...Saying it like that doesn’t help someone like me understand. Be more specific.”
“You... you perverted bastard...!”
Karin screamed in shame, but my firm, oppressive stare crushed her resistance until she began squeezing out the humiliating truth.
“At... at first I thought he was simply a flower delivery man. But Mother insisted he stay for dinner... and I could tell she was interested in him... so I thought, ah, I might finally get a new father. I went to my room early and pretended to sleep so they could have time alone...”
Tears flooded Karin’s red eyes.
“But... even though it was deep into the night, the man never left. He came into my room and... touched my sleeping body however he wanted, ugh...”
At her desperate confession, I quietly recited a line from the notebook.
Her body was reacting to him regardless of her will.
“I wanted to scream ‘Stop!’... hundreds of times over. But... like a doll, I couldn’t move a single finger on my own bed... and in the end, under that man’s disgusting touch, I let out sweet moans and climaxed...”
Having confessed the horrific hypnotic training of her first day, Karin hung her head, drowning in deep depression and shame. She looked exactly like a patient suffering from severe post-traumatic stress disorder being dragged back into the very nightmare that had shattered her.
Her unfocused, trembling red eyes and the faint convulsions in her slender shoulders were proof of the profound trauma she carried.
I stroked her blonde hair, which had grown dull and frizzy overnight, and whispered gently like a benevolent doctor comforting a patient after an exhausting session.
“Well done, Karin. Simply voicing those horrible memories took tremendous courage. Now that we’ve diagnosed the root cause, it’s time for the real prescription.”
I met the gaze of her tear-filled eyes and continued in an extremely rational, scholarly tone.
“The most reliable way to overcome such severe post-traumatic stress disorder is, paradoxically, ‘exposure therapy.’ By having the patient confront the source of their trauma in a controlled environment, we dull both the fear and the distorted sensations attached to it.”
“Wh-what are you even saying! And stop suddenly sounding like an expert—it’s giving me goosebumps.”
“Hmph. Just listen. It’s merely something a naïve brat read in a book while trying to cure his idiot mother. Anyway. Hypnosis is fundamentally a technique that dominates the mind and controls the body.”
In other words, it was gaslighting that achieved total domination through perfect control.
“Therefore, yes. In a safe, controlled environment—namely, me rather than the President—we will meticulously reenact the events of that first day you experienced. This way, you can overwrite the forced pleasure and terror engraved in your body with your own will and overcome them.”
It was flawless sophistry, wrapping my declaration that I would once again ravage her however I pleased—this time outside the notebook’s pages—in the noblest packaging possible: ‘treatment.’
“Now, shall we begin the first session to overcome that tiresome curse of yours?”
Without hesitation, I laid Karin down on the bed. She was still wearing the blue dress from the previous day. The sight of her trembling there was pitiful. The dress itself was in even worse condition. Having spent the entire night locked in the secret room shaking with terror, and soaked with the sticky nectar she had leaked continuously since the banquet hall, the crumpled fabric gave off a sickeningly sweet, obscene scent.
To the hesitant woman lying beside me, I began moving my hands in the exact sequence she had confessed moments earlier while biting her lip. I stroked the body of the girl pretending to sleep, invaded her most secret places as though she were bound and immobile, and whispered with mocking undertones.
“Do you remember? The sensation when that man first touched your body. The moment of your first terrible climax.”
“St-stop... please...”
As my hands stripped away the dress, gradually exposing her naked form, Karin trembled violently and begged. The nightmare of that first horrific night recorded in the notebook was unfolding again right before her eyes through my touch. She was drowning in overwhelming fear and shame.
Yet I looked down at the terrified woman and twisted my lips into a bizarre, captivating smile.
“Why hesitate? Are you going to give up before treatment even begins?”
“This... ugh... this isn’t treatment... You’re just humiliating me the same way!”
“Kukuk. Humiliation, you call it? No. This is a most noble form of training to reclaim your trampled pride.”
I gently stroked the smooth skin of her thighs and whispered.
“From now on, I will toy with your body in exactly the manner that man used, just as recorded in your notebook. Of course, the sensations will be worlds apart between the body of a sexually ignorant, ordinary knight and this perfectly modified doll body that leaks nectar at my feet.”
“Ah, aah...! Don’t touch me...!”
“But the miserable essence—eventually surrendering to pleasure regardless of your will—will remain exactly the same.”
At my mocking barrage of facts, Karin’s crimson eyes shook with despair. I brought my lips close to her ear and offered the devil’s sweet temptation.
“Go on. Struggle beneath my perfect control. Use all the words of refusal you couldn’t utter back then. Resist as much as you desire.”
“Huuu...!”
“Overcome the weak Karin of that day—the one who could only helplessly suffer before that beast of a man—through your own resistance now.”
It was perfect sophistry. Karin’s current body had been trained for pleasure so thoroughly that the version from that day could not even be compared. The harder she fought and struggled to resist, the more her modified flesh would convert every bit of friction and rebellion into ecstasy, melting her mind from within.
Knowing this perfectly well, I did not wait for her answer. I slowly moved both hands and began caressing her entire body. From her slender shoulders, rigid as if bound, to her sensitive abs glistening with sweat, and finally to the secret valley she found most shameful.
Every time my fingers slid across her skin, Karin’s naked body jerked upward like a fish out of water.
“Haaang! Ah, no... aht, aaaaa!”
In her mind she was surely trying to scream the refusals she couldn’t voice that day. But when my touch dug into her weakest point and pressed down, the only thing that escaped her lips was unrestrained, sweet moaning instead of ‘stop.’
I slowly reached out and ran my fingers through her sweat-drenched hair. Then I traced the line of her fear-stiffened, delicate face, forced my way between her trembling lips, captured her soft tongue, and rolled it as though binding it.
“Mmph, chuup... huuup!”
The hand tormenting her tongue with wet, obscene sounds soon slid down her slender neck and roughly seized her elastic breasts.
“Aaht...! Haaang, ah, no... hng...!”
Her mind screamed that she must refuse, yet every time her nipples were toyed with and her firm breasts kneaded, sweet, helpless moans poured endlessly from between her lips. When I persistently dug into the sensitive hollows of her armpits—still carrying a knight’s tension—Karin’s waist arched high like a bow, overcome by pleasure.
I traced that burning heat, sliding my hand past her smooth shoulders and along the lines of her arms. Her arms, trained by swinging a heavy longsword, hid a knight’s firm density beneath their slender shape. The smooth curves of her biceps and the fine muscle fibers of her forearms twitched and convulsed in response to my touch.
I traced her arm as though admiring the blade of a master-forged sword, then intertwined our fingers one by one until our hands were clasped. The strong hand that had once symbolized a knight’s pride now trembled helplessly beneath my grip.
Savoring the sensation of her submission, I reversed course and returned my touch to her voluptuous breasts.
“Th-that... ah, aht! Aaaaaang!!”
Amid the relentless torment, Karin let out a piercing scream and thrust her hips upward. As a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her mind, her eyes lost focus and rolled back. Hot saliva flowed like silver threads from her parted lips. Her lower abdomen, bent taut as a bow, twitched violently. The pride of being the Empire’s female knight shattered miserably before a single explosive climax.
“Haa... haa... haa... uht... th-that...”
While she gasped, drenched in the afterglow and collapsing, my hand traced the smooth curve of her waist and finally reached the most secret sanctuary that had never once permitted a man’s intrusion.
The narrow, sensitive slit still carrying the freshness of virginity, and the lovely, tightly closed folds beneath it. I spread them open obscenely, as if appraising a rare auction item, observing and greedily pressing down.
“Ah, aaa... Please, n-not there... huuuk!”
As if mocking the woman sobbing in a mixture of shame and pleasure, my hand slid stickily along the inner thighs that had been tempered by long years of sword training. Finally, I persistently caressed even the tightly curled toes frozen in terror.
Within that meticulous and overwhelming full-body caress, Karin was truly trapped inside the horrible nightmare from that night in the notebook. Like a herbivore before a beast, she could do nothing but tremble in fear.
Looking down at the despairing face of the crumbling Imperial female knight, I decided to attempt one final gamble to perfect this sadistic game.
It was to deliberately loosen the hypnotic restraints binding her for the briefest instant, maximizing the rebellious force within her.
I whispered into the panting Karin’s ear like a devil.
“How long will you simply endure? If you wish to break the doll’s curse, reject me with your own will.”
And then—
“Stop it!!!”
With her desperate cry came a sharp kick that struck my abdomen.
“Urk......!”
The dull impact against my stomach was strong enough to create the ‘illusion’ that she had seized control, rather than simply reacting under hypnosis.
“Haa, haa... That’s it! My body... moves as I wish!”
Karin stared at the foot that had just kicked me, her eyes shining with joy as she quickly rose from the bed according to her own will. She firmly believed she had just shattered the absolute rule that a doll could not harm its master without command.
“Let’s continue! One more time! I’ll prove I can completely reject you!”
Drunk on victory, she shouted at me fiercely.
“Oh? Then by all means, hit me with everything you have. If a doll can strike its master, then you truly are free.”
I tensed my abdomen and laughed provocatively.
“Prepare yourself!”
Karin clenched her fist tightly, pouring every ounce of strength into her arm to end this wretched curse once and for all.
“Die! You worthless trash!”
The instant her fist shot toward my stomach—
─Click.
The door opened, shattering the silence.
“Oh my, my daughter. You’re having quite the energetic time playing with Master so early in the morning?”
There stood Camilla, fully armed in the perfect uniform of a knight commander, smiling gently. There was no trace of the beast-like woman who had been panting beneath me moments earlier.
Karin’s fist, thrown with all her might, froze in midair.
“M... Mom...?”
At this completely unexpected moment, seeing her mother appear in her usual benevolent form, a catastrophic error crashed through Karin’s thought process.