The Video That Would Haunt Me Forever

I let out a pathetic whimper. “Hiiik… I-I don’t want to… P-please don’t punch my stomach anymore… Hngh… I-I’ll do it… I’ll do anything, just please…”

“You definitely said you’d do anything, right?♡ Don’t you dare go back on your word♡”

“Y-yes… Yesss…”

“First, take off your clothes♡ While introducing yourself♡ Hey, juniors. Did you bring the camera?”

“Yes, senior. It’s all set up.”

“Good. Okay. Then, slave♡ Hurry up♡ Introduce yourself while you strip♡”

Following the Discipline Department members’ orders, I stared into the camera and began removing my Hunter Academy uniform piece by piece. It had only been a few minutes since they’d dragged me from the Discipline Department room to this punishment chamber and made me put the uniform back on, yet here I was, forced to take it off again.

The Discipline Department girls wanted me to undress slowly, layer by layer, dragging it out. Under their instructions, I peeled off each article of clothing at a glacial pace while reciting my name, age, and school. The questions and lines I was supposed to say were written on a sketchbook and held up for me, just like last time.

Doing this made me feel like I was genuinely filming some amateur AV.

(Next, state where your erogenous zones are!)

“…Ugh. My… my erogenous zone is…”

“Cut!”

“…?”

“You fucking idiot. Why do you keep sniveling? Did we force you to film this? See? You’re not getting punched in the stomach, so you can’t even focus on the shoot? Can’t you smile? Don’t you have any sense? Get over here. This isn’t working.”

“…Hiiik, I-I’ll smile. I’ll smile, so…”

-Thud! Thud! Thud!-

“…Kuhk… Kehk… Krrgh. Hngh… Sob… I’ll do it properly… Hic… I’ll do it with a smile…”

After three solid punches to the gut, three bright red fist marks bloomed clearly across my stomach. Forcing back my tears, I plastered a smile on my face and resumed filming.

Thankfully, since these were amateurs, they didn’t make me start over from the beginning. I just had to pick up from where I’d left off and say my erogenous zone.

“…My… my erogenous zone… is… my dick…”

After that came a few more questions. All of them filthy. What part ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of a woman do you like? What kind of woman do you like? Do you enjoy eating pussy? Things like that.

But when they asked what kind of woman I liked, I answered,

“…… I like women who… don’t hit me…”

Which earned me an immediate,

“Cut! This fucking bastard is pissing me off again… You really don’t read the room at all, do you…? You’re hopeless.”

“…H-huek… I’m sorry… I’m so sorryyy!”

-Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!-

“…Kuhk! …Kuack! …Kk! …Kkuack! …Ughk! Krrhuu… Hueeeng… Please stop hitting meee…”

After getting absolutely pummeled, I had to redo the interview. This time, they wrote out the exact answers I was supposed to give on the sketchbook.

“…I am a perverted toilet masochist slut… I like strong women who treat me violently… beat me… and rape me… If anyone watching this video… sees me, please beat me and rape me a lot… You are all very welcome… Don’t worry about getting reported at all… If you punch my stomach… I’ll immediately spread my legs and get hard… Dragging me to a dark place, punching my stomach… and saying ‘You filthy rag, present your dick’ is the signal… I really love being raped… so please do it a lot… I’ll be waiting for my owners… Hehe…”

For the question about what part of a woman I liked, I had to say I loved huge breasts and pussies more than anything. For whether I liked eating pussy, I had to declare it was the thing I loved most in the entire world. Of course, all of this was written verbatim on the sketchbook, so I had to read it exactly as written. They’d even kindly noted that if I didn’t say it exactly as instructed, I’d get a hundred ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stomach punches.

Once the interview filming was over, the Discipline Department girls giggled as they showed me the roughly edited footage. In it, I looked like a clumsy but smiling pervert who genuinely loved getting beaten and raped.

“If we spread this around the world♡ you won’t be able to show your face anywhere♡ Kk kk kk♡ This is basically a blank check that says ‘please beat me and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rape me’♡ Once this gets out, every woman on the planet who sees you will want to punch your stomach and rape you♡”

“……”

“Do you know why we made this? You didn’t seem all that scared of being filmed♡ So we figured the thing you fear most is getting punched in the stomach♡ That’s why we made a video of you saying with your own mouth that it’s okay to punch your stomach♡ If this leaks into the world♡ even after you graduate, you’ll have to live the rest of your life getting your stomach punched constantly, won’t you…? We’re going to film a few more of these and scatter them everywhere. So what are you going to do now?”

“……. Sob…. Hic…”

My plan to endure until graduation while avoiding the Discipline Department as much as possible cracked apart, and the tears finally burst free. I hadn’t originally been this mentally fragile… Was it because my Mental Strength stat had dropped? It felt like I was crying way more easily these days.

“Even though we made and spread a gangbang video treating you like a toilet rag♡ you didn’t cry at all♡ You didn’t even flinch♡ But now you’re finally sniveling like a baby♡ You must really hate getting hit, huh? Just thinking about getting beaten even after graduation makes the tears pour out? Aigoo♡ Our little slave♡ Why are you crying? Did we say we’d spread the video recklessly? If you behave and listen to us until you graduate from the Academy♡ that won’t happen♡ If you just listen well until graduation, we won’t hit you much anymore♡ Once you graduate, you’ll be free from us♡ It’s a good deal, right♡? Just close your eyes and endure for six years♡ Just six years♡ Ah, of course, even after graduation, you’ll still have to attend the summer and winter training camps every year until we say you don’t have to anymore♡ But the camps are attended by old senior members too, and it’s tradition for them to bring the sex slaves they trained♡ So once we graduate and become old seniors ourselves♡ we’ll have to bring you every time, won’t we♡”

“…U-until when… How… how old do I have to keep doing this…? The… summer and winter training camps…?”

“…Hey♡ You filthy cunt rag♡ You just come when we tell you to come♡ Why are you talking so much♡ A rag like you…♡ Should I give you a rough estimate? Hmm…♡ From what I heard, the last amazing rag kept getting used until he was 40 to 50 years old…♡”

“…Hiiik, 40 to 50…”

If he was a hunter, he’d still look young and be healthy, so that was roughly the same as being used as a rag until his late thirties in my original world. They’d squeezed every last drop out of him until he was no longer sexually attractive.

But the bigger problem was… Player characters… don’t age…

Fuck. I’m completely screwed.

“What are you so surprised about? You’ll have to do the same♡ Oh, and just so you know, the reason that rag was finally released…♡ That rag…♡ Kk kk♡ He offered up the son he himself had given birth to in his place to be used as a rag♡ Maybe you should do the same if you want to be released? Since the rag gene will definitely be inherited, the rag treatment should be inherited too…♡ If you want to be freed quickly♡ give birth to a fresh young rag like yourself and offer him instead♡ By the way, it has to be as pretty as you, okay? If the rag is less attractive than you♡ you’ll have to offer more than ten to be released♡”

“……”

If I give birth to a son and offer him… they’ll release me… If he’s less pretty than me, I need ten…

“Puhaha♡ This guy…♡ He’s actually seriously considering it♡ Puhaha♡ You fucking, filthy rag bastard♡ You really are a goddamn son-of-a-bitch rag♡ How can you even think about selling the son you gave birth to, no matter how much of a rag you are? You haven’t even had one yet, but you’re already planning to sell him the moment he’s born? You’re a real piece of shit♡ No, worse than a dog♡ Even a dog wouldn’t sell its own pup♡ You’re worse than a dog, you perverted toilet sex-slave rag♡”

‘If you were in my position… I just don’t want to get hit anymore… I’ll quickly give birth to a son, offer him up, graduate from the Academy in six years, and get the hell out of here… I don’t want to live getting beaten every single day like this…’

If I could use the Student Council President to attack the Discipline Department and achieve the result I wanted, that would be one thing. But if it didn’t go as planned…

I’m sorry to the sons who haven’t even been born yet, but I’ll have to offer you up! I don’t care! Blame your lives for being born from me! If you think about it, I’m the biggest victim here! There’s no other choice!

‘…Wait a second. Can I even give birth to a son?!’

Some hazy information about the game settings tickled at the back of my mind. Before I entered this world, when I was adjusting the environment settings in the game…

There had been options like ‘Female Only,’ ‘Male Only,’ ‘Equal Ratio,’ ‘Mostly Female,’ ‘Mostly Male,’ and ‘Custom Percentage.’

I had chosen ‘Female Only,’ thinking, Why would I bother giving birth to little dick bastards anyway? It was the result of my dark desire to film incestuous content with the player character’s daughters later on.

After all, some gamers had posted proof on the internet of fucking their great-granddaughters and great-great-granddaughters by taking advantage of the fact that the protagonist character controlled by the player doesn’t age…

“…Ah, fuck…”

“…What? Fuck? Did you just say ‘fuck’ to us?”

“…Eek, n-no, that’s not what I meant… I-I can’t give birth to a sonnn!”

“What? What the hell are you talking about, you fucking bastard!”