Sacrifice for Salvation, Shattered Justice
“Ugh… I’m gonna die, seriously…”
I lay sprawled across the bed like a starfish, unable to so much as twitch a finger, only managing ragged breaths. The afternoon had been consumed by what Camilla called her “delinquent rehabilitation training”—a grueling regimen of physical conditioning worthy of the empire’s greatest swordmaster—followed by an even more draining, beast-like session of carnal indulgence in the mansion’s hidden chamber. Having endured exercise I’d never attempted even in my previous life, plus the countess’s terrifyingly blissful extraction technique, even a young, sturdy knight’s body had its limits.
Just as I lay there half out of my mind, fused with the mattress, the door clicked open.
Karin, still in her knight order uniform, slipped cautiously into the room. It must have been the end of her shift.
“Ah… Edric?”
Her crimson eyes widened at the sight of my wretched state. Yet soon her face softened with deep relief and a strange sense of pride.
‘He really did get properly trained by Mother.’
She didn’t say it aloud, but her expression spoke volumes. Even as a doll, she seemed genuinely moved that the mother she loved and respected had finally begun turning this hopeless delinquent into a proper person.
“Good work, Edric. Training must have been intense… Hyah?!”
As she approached and began removing her outer coat, Karin suddenly flinched and froze in place.
“Th-this scent…!!!”
Her pupils trembled violently, and her body began to shake like a leaf in the wind. The room was filled with a faint, eerie fragrance—a strange blend of deep rose and sweet peach. It was the perfume I had received that morning from the President’s proxy, the first heroine I’d met in the baron’s office.
Karin’s body, conditioned during her own transformation into a doll, reacted reflexively to the violent scent that forced pleasure and submission. Pale-faced, her lips quivering, she shouted at me.
“Wh-what… Why is this insane smell coming from our room?!”
Our room. The unconscious slip revealed how she had come to perceive this dreadful hidden chamber—originally built to confine and train her—as a shared space between us. I rejoiced inwardly at the sweet cognitive dissonance and forced my aching body upright, leaning against the headboard with feigned nonchalance.
“Oh, this? I got it this morning when I went to squeeze some money out of that arrogant baron who tried to harass you yesterday.”
“What? From the baron… something like this?”
“Well… the giver was different. Luckily, that ‘President’s woman’ who supposedly saved you was there. So while I was at it, I tricked her into thinking I needed an auxiliary tool to train you perfectly and got this drug.”
At my calm reply, Karin held her breath, momentarily speechless. I could practically see the third-rate romance novel scenario unfolding in her head: me going to take revenge on the baron who had touched my fiancée, only to be stopped by the President’s woman.
“S-so… what are you going to do with it?”
Karin’s voice, squeezed out with difficulty, mixed fear with a strange, twisted anticipation. Whether due to the perfume’s effects or her blind faith in me, her thighs rubbed together restlessly beneath her knight uniform. I forced my exhausted body to stand and slowly approached her like a predator, whispering right in front of her face.
“What else? We’re going to replicate the remaining training from the manual exactly.”
“…E-Edric.”
“We need to find a way to resist hypnosis, don’t we? Let’s use this drug to perfectly expose the flaws in the training that terrible hypnotist implanted in you.”
I delivered the line with the solemnity of someone embarking on a holy war to save the world. Yet this flimsy, perfect gaslighting was, to the imperial knightess whose reason and heart were already being stolen by me, no different from an absolute scripture she could not refuse.
Swish.
I gently took her trembling hand. Karin didn’t resist. On the contrary, the moment my touch reached her, she let out a breath of relief and leaned her weight against me. I led her toward the bed.
Click. Thud.
One by one, the neatly fastened buttons of her knight uniform came undone beneath my fingers. The heavy coat slid helplessly to the floor, revealing her pure white undergarments and the well-trained yet helplessly aroused curves of her body. Whether from the perfume filling the room or her dependence on me, clear fluids already trickled down her thighs in sticky trails.
Even as she looked up at me with tear-filled crimson eyes full of shame, Karin willingly collapsed onto the bed and offered everything to me.
“Yes… Edric… Even if it breaks me… save me…”
She entrusted her body to me with the happiest, most wretched expression of a female in heat, completely unaware that this deceptive training—begun under the pretext of breaking hypnosis—would ultimately plunge her into an inescapable abyss of pleasure.
I picked up the President’s manual and began flipping through the records for the “third day.”
The third day of the manual, carried out under the flimsy pretext of finding flaws in the hypnosis, was in truth the process of shaping a “perfect doll” that moved in complete obedience to its master’s commands. With her entire body’s senses sharpened to the extreme by the perfume and the hypnosis’s depth increased, Karin began reacting helplessly to every single command that left my mouth.
“Now, Karin. Just as written in the manual… spread your legs yourself and lift that place up.”
“Aaaah! E-Edric…! Th-this kind of thing… Hyah, aang!”
The moment my command fell, Karin’s fingers trembled as they delved into her own narrow, wet folds, producing wet, squelching sounds. Even as tears of shame streamed down her face, she wordlessly assumed the most humiliating positions I ordered, perfectly recreating the grotesque masturbation the President had implanted.
But that wasn’t the end.
“Stand up, Karin. Next is a dance to seduce me.”
“Haa… Aah, I’ll remember this later… Edric…”
Staggering up from the bed, she began performing a vulgar, sensual dancer’s dance that an imperial knight of her pride would never have learned in her lifetime. Her once-stiff knight’s movements soon grew supple and lascivious, like a serpent, under the perfume’s influence. Trembling with shame, she swayed her ample hips side to side in sticky motions, gradually increasing the speed. Eventually, with her hips thrust back and upper body lowered, Karin looked up at me with pleasure-drenched eyes and lewdly caressed her own breasts and thighs with her hands.
A lascivious dance designed solely to stoke a man’s lust. Her sweat-slicked waist undulated flexibly while her half-lidded crimson eyes, intoxicated by the perfume, cast blatant seduction toward me.
“I-I’ve never learned such a vulgar dance… Hwaang.”
In a sweet voice, Karin gasped from the fierce pleasure erupting from within her body—as if mocking her own reason—and shook her waist, breasts, and hips while spilling fluids and sweat.
Clap clap clap.
“Karin, resist! You have to resist!”
“Haa… I-I am resisting!”
When I clapped in admiration, Karin put on the expression of a sulky young lady, as if taking it as mockery—while her body continued its endlessly lewd dance. That remarkable cognitive dissonance continued throughout the training process. Every time I faithfully recreated the hypnotist’s horrific acts from the manual, she screamed in shame yet failed to succeed in even a single act of resistance, all while pleasing my eyes.
In the end, Karin herself had wholeheartedly devoted herself to the process, firmly believing that every moment her body completely surrendered to pleasure was a “noble struggle to resist hypnosis.”
And then… we hit a complete wall on the fourth day of the manual.
“……”
“…What do we do?”
“Exactly.”
The first three days of the manual were essentially basic processes for taming and dominating Karin’s body through hypnosis. Thus, the two of us could replicate those secret training sessions without issue. But from the fourth day onward, Camilla’s presence became essential.
According to the training journal created at my request, the fourth day’s training involved “openly violating Mother Camilla’s naked body in front of Karin—who was disguised as a stranger young lady—under the pretext of sex education.”
‘And based on that depraved experience, on the fifth day Camilla herself would conduct sex education on Karin, explicitly sucking and licking the President’s member while engaging in lewd acts as audiovisual education.’
The content that followed was no less intense. The sixth day’s pseudo-sexual service, the seventh day’s training to maximize sexual sensitivity using magical illusions—every remaining schedule required the top-tier doll that was “Camilla.”
‘Thinking about it… things have gone too smoothly until now.’
This deceptive gaslighting—pushing Karin’s pleasure switch to its limits while making her depend on me as her sole savior—had worked perfectly. ‘But if I bring Camilla to the forefront in this narrow hidden room and use her for several consecutive sticky training sessions…’
Karin, whose intelligence had been openly described even in the original work, would likely notice that the true master Camilla panted and obeyed was not the Count, but me.
‘If Karin learns that the master Camilla truly pants and flirts for is me… this perfect play we’ve built so carefully will collapse like a sandcastle.’
My thoughts tangled messily, and my brow furrowed on its own.
‘Tsk. After all, this is my own route that I improvised after seeing the dolls clinging to the President during the acquisition process, so these flaws are inevitable…’
It was a fatal point of narrative collision that would never have occurred had I followed the original work’s sequence, arising solely because I was altering the story to my own tastes.
Just as my worries deepened over how to smoothly complete this depraved script, Karin spoke up.
“Um… Edric.”
Her lips moved with a pale complexion as she cautiously approached, gauging my reaction. Her crimson eyes were grotesquely entangled with fear of the horrific sexual violation that would soon befall her body and her mother, and a desperate desire to avoid it at all costs.
“I can’t let Mother be sacrificed in such a terrible hypnosis-overcoming training. Maybe…”
Karin swallowed dryly, then uttered a corrupt proposal that a proud imperial knight should never have been able to voice.
“Maybe… couldn’t we use that ‘woman’ you bought with money instead for the training?”
In that moment, I barely managed to suppress a beast-like burst of laughter. The noble knightess who could not tolerate injustice and protected the weak was now, for the selfish purpose of protecting only herself and her mother, pushing a complete stranger into the pit of humiliation.
‘She’s corrupting, Karin!’
It was a result created solely by my own training, absent from the original work. At this thrilling spectacle of her morality crumbling pathetically as she pushed another into becoming a prostitute, my lower body throbbed painfully as if about to burst.
I rejoiced inwardly and nodded with a deliberately heavy, troubled expression. As it happened, this was fortunate. That blonde, blue-eyed rental who strangely mixed Mother Carna and Camilla would indeed make an excellent substitute for Camilla, just as Karin suggested.
“Indeed, that woman would make an excellent stand-in. However…”
I trailed off, gazing at Karin’s wet eyes with a bitter expression.
“That woman is also effectively a possession purchased by the family with payment. If I arbitrarily drag her into the hidden room and mix bodies with her, Father might suspect our resistance.”
“…He already warned us knowing about Mother. So… let’s just push through.”
“…Right. For now… I’ll go ask.”
At my gentle excuse, Karin nodded repeatedly with a tearful expression mixing guilt for selling out another and relief at having protected her mother.
Leaving the corrupting knightess behind in the hidden room, I headed straight for the Count’s chambers where the old raccoon lurked.