Cruel Pure Love, The Qualifications of a Heroine
Karin let out a bloodcurdling scream, clawing at her own hair like a wild animal. “Aaaaaaaaagh! No! I don’t want this!!”
With her restraints undone, she clutched her head with both hands, her entire body shaking violently as if she had been drenched in filth. “In the end… in the end, we were nothing but dolls that man created? My resistance, Mother’s will… everything was just dancing in the palm of that President bastard?!”
Her crimson eyes burned with a ferocious rage toward the man who had hypnotized them and tuned their very souls, mingled with a primal terror at his overwhelming dominance. Her raw, desperate heart tore free in a scream of pure despair.
Using that heart-wrenching cry as background music, I covered my face with one hand and savored the sight of Karin’s broken figure through the gaps in my fingers. Inside, I murmured softly.
‘Heh heh heh… Well, that is what happened in the original story. But Karin.’
I couldn’t hold back the bitter smirk that curled my lips.
‘At least this time, that’s not the case.’
She would never dream that even that bizarre moment when the President’s brainwashing seemed to glitch and Camilla broke down had actually been an elaborate trap I had prepared in advance. Shock therapy, borrowed from the President’s authority, to shatter Karin’s final line of defense. The overwhelming despair she felt right now was the richest fertilizer possible, the perfect soil in which to plant her acceptance of me as her one and only salvation.
‘President, regarding the part where I freely used your name… I’ll compensate you later by purchasing a large quantity of your goods without any discount.’
I glanced down at Camilla, who lay peacefully beside us as if unconscious. The scene she had shown earlier was the result of a collision between my command, “Hide the fact that I am your owner,” and the higher-priority administrator keyword, “Reveal your true owner.” On top of that, it was a farce born from the mixture of her blind affection for me, a mother’s love that sought to save her daughter, and the submissive instinct of a doll toward her administrator.
‘Heh heh heh. Even simple machines glitch when multiple commands run at once. Since I’m controlling people—far more complex than machines—through hypnosis, one or two bugs like this were common accidents in the original work.’
Using it on an original heroine did leave a slightly bitter taste, but the result of recreating that very accident with my own hands allowed me to gently wrap my arm around the shoulder of the still-panting, terror-stricken Karin and accelerate her training.
‘Any lingering unease about Camilla can be checked during this first regular maintenance.’
In the original novel, the protagonist believes that the language of the mythic era can never be spoken by people of this age. ‘And the author explicitly stated in the setting notes that it’s impossible.’
Therefore, even if I used the administrator keyword, the chance that the President would notice… was probably high. Honestly, it was a part that didn’t even exist in the original. Well… I’d think about that later. For now, the most important thing was—
“…Haa, this won’t do, Karin. Since your father forced the training on you and your aunt ended up like this, I doubt he’ll have any complaints. So let’s suspend the training for Day 4 and Day 5 here.”
I deliberately let my voice carry the fatigue of acting, continuing in a serious tone.
“Let’s go back to the beginning and carefully review everything from Day 1. For now, we’ll focus solely on the basic training of regaining control of your body from the hypnosis using your own reason.”
Inside, my mind was filled with impure thoughts—‘Psychological warfare is getting annoying, so I just want to enjoy some sweet caressing with you beside the sleeping Camilla’—but on the outside, I wore the face of the noblest savior imaginable.
Karin stared at me blankly for a moment, then slowly lowered her tear-filled eyes and nodded. Whether it was because of the overwhelming fear she had just experienced, or because she was desperately clinging to me like a rotten rope, she offered no resistance and silently entrusted her body to me.
“Karin. Today, instead of your screams, I want to hear only your breathing.”
“……Liar. You say such sweet things, but in the end you’re just going to ruin me like yesterday, aren’t you?”
“No. Ruining you is the hypnotist’s job. I’m only trying to fix it. Of course… the method of fixing it might be a little hot.”
“……It sounds like a lie… but I’ll believe you.”
The proud knight’s tension melted away. Her body went limp, docile, as if she would rely on no one but me. The sight was unbearably stimulating.
I slowly laid Karin down and began to carefully remove her clothes. Unlike the rough, coercive touch of a few days ago, my caresses were now deceptively gentle and delicate, gliding over her entire body.
“Hngh… Ah… E-Edric…”
Her cheeks flushed bright red, and the space between her legs began to grow wet with pleasant, slick sounds. When my fingertips gently stroked the smooth inside of her thigh and then slipped into her heated secret place, the already slick folds twitched and sweetly contracted the moment I touched them.
Her body had opened perfectly, as if it would swallow my entire length in one smooth motion the instant I pushed inside. Anyone who saw her defenseless, melted form—completely surrendered to the man before her—would have understood. I toyed with her burning earlobe and asked playfully.
“Hey. Are you willing to give me your virginity?”
“Are you crazy?! Why would I give something like that to a guy like you!”
She shoved at my chest in a panic. I chuckled and replied.
“Really? Then what’s with this sweet, dripping reaction? Anyone watching would think we’re quite the loving couple.”
At my words, Karin bit her lip hard and fell into thought for a long time. Then, in a strangely subdued voice, she spoke.
“Hey… you know that if you really wanted to, you could take my virginity anytime you like. If you wanted, you could put me in that ‘Full Hypnosis Mode’, completely suppress my ego, and fuck me without me ever knowing.”
The clever girl, who had known since the very first day, finally spoke the truth and reality she had never mentioned until now, looking up at me. At that sight… I told her my honest feelings.
“Well, I’m not really into forcibly taking a girl’s virginity. I want to receive it when you open your heart to me and truly decide to become my wife.”
Of course, my true inner thoughts were different. The beastly, violent copulation I craved had already been satisfied to the point of boredom with the stunningly energetic knight commander auntie, Camilla, sleeping right beside us. Now that my physical thirst was quenched, what I needed was the most deceptive, sweetest, and cruelest passion—one that didn’t even exist in the original story.
A corrupted pure-love drama with a daughter who, beside her thoroughly broken mother, mistakenly believes she has been saved. How thrilling a development this was.
Karin, completely unaware of my twisted arrogance and dark desires, quietly looked up into my characteristically cold, villainous golden eyes. Then the corners of her eyes lifted, and a proud, sharp voice flowed out.
“……You know that’s ridiculous. Even if the Count’s suggestion was the cause, you still lived as a good-for-nothing and made countless women cry…”
I stared straight into her persistently questioning eyes and answered with the best excuse—and the sincerest heart—I could offer as a possessor.
“It’s even written in the Imperial Code. Acts committed while in a state of ‘mental incapacity or diminished capacity’ due to another person’s powerful magic or suggestion, without relation to one’s own will, cannot be held fully accountable. The real culprit who broke my will and manipulated me into becoming a scoundrel is someone else. So please take that into consideration.”
When such shameless logic, even citing Imperial law, came out of my mouth, her eyes widened in disbelief. I gently stroked her slender chin and confessed the true feelings I held as a reader of this hypnosis romance fantasy novel I had enjoyed before my possession.
“I want to make you the ‘heroine’ of my story. And I much prefer that the heroine’s first sex scene be one of pure love rather than humiliation.”
At that moment, I saw the last remaining wariness in Karin’s eyes completely crumble.
“……You idiot.”
She let out a teary laugh, then wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered.
“Then… treat me like a heroine and hold me. The way you would treat the heroine you had in mind.”
The moment her words ended, I erased all thoughts of training from my mind. I cupped her cheek with my hand and gently pressed my lips to hers, handling her like a fragile treasure that might shatter.
The violent touch that had once forced pleasure on her was gone. Only affection and warmth remained—a genuine pure love, just like the “romance fantasy” I had enjoyed through text in my previous life.
The beginning was a light kiss, like the flutter of a bird’s wings. Savoring the soft texture of our joined lips, I repeatedly captured and released her lower lip. Karin’s shoulders, accustomed only to coercion, flinched, but soon melted under that gentle warmth and relaxed.
My tongue slipped carefully through the gap in her slightly parted lips. Chuu, slurp, smooch. I traced her teeth and stroked her inner walls without haste, slowly. When our tongues entwined hotly, a sweet, suppressed moan escaped Karin’s mouth. Even the wet, sticky sounds of mixing saliva felt tender in their depth and richness.
Every time my hands flowed along her smooth curves, carrying both light and deep affection, Karin melted into an intense sense of relief and burrowed into my arms like a child.
“Mmm, nngh…… Haa, Edric…… I’m scared. Every time you act this gently, I get the illusion that I really… have become your woman……”
“It’s not an illusion. At least inside this secret room… you are simply my heroine.”
And so began the world’s most tender, lewd, and cruel pure-love story, rewritten entirely in my own style.
My hands caressed her from neck to collarbone, over her full breasts and narrow waist, gently stroking her entire body.
“Hngh, ah… Edric, move your hand… This is… too strange for training……”
“There’s nothing strange about it. Your body is answering so honestly. If you hate it, push me away. Even now.”
“……You know I can’t…… You bad man.”
Karin’s hand, hazy with pleasure, unconsciously groped my lower abdomen and touched my massively erect cock. She flinched, about to pull away, but then bit her lip hard and grasped my burning shaft with a surprisingly determined grip.
With a face so red it looked ready to burst from shame, she glared at me and gently guided my cock between her soaking wet thighs.
“Haa… hngh. If you really put it inside… I’ll kill you no matter what it takes.”
It was a warning far too sweetly wet to contain any real killing intent—an endlessly lovable threat.
On the bed where Camilla slept peacefully right beside us, I explored Karin’s lips while slowly rubbing my hot length between her drenched thighs. Her firm, smooth thighs wrapped tightly around my cock. The honey-like nectar flowing from her virgin slit acted as lubricant, creating a perfectly smooth and pleasurable friction.
Instead of beastly, violent thrusts, it was a sweet, slow rhythm that seemed to share their body heat and heartbeat completely. Karin trembled her hips at the hot, blunt pleasure rubbing between her legs, yet she clung tightly to my neck with both arms, drunk on the blind affection I gave her.
There was no direct penetration, but within the perfect illusion of being loved and the dreamlike pleasure, Karin was melting completely toward me.
And so, with Camilla watching and listening to everything right beside them, as if the events of that fourth day had been completely reversed, the night passed.