The Art of Taming a Bitch
The glitch flickering across the man's face paused for a moment.
It was as if he were analyzing the intent behind my question.
His gaze swept across something hidden beyond the transparent barrier and me.
"How interesting."
He let out a low chuckle.
The sound was accompanied by a bizarre dissonance, like a recorded audio file stretched out and warped.
"It’s fascinating how you managed to enter here... but above all else, what truly piques my curiosity..."
He slowly approached me.
No footsteps echoed. His steps were silent, as though he were strolling across the surface of a tranquil lake. An instinctive wariness surged in my gut, yet I maintained my composure and met his stare head-on.
"There is no sign of hostility in you."
...Huh?
Hostility...?
His grotesque appearance and behavior certainly stirred tension, but...
As long as he helped raise Han Se-ah's mental imprint degree, he couldn't possibly be an enemy.
"Um... Honestly, when I first saw you, I was startled. But after watching longer, I actually kind of like the vibe of a veteran player. It's not bad."
Instantly.
The space fell silent.
Han Se-ah.
The women wearing collars.
And even the otherworldly being before my eyes.
They all seemed to freeze for a split second.
"...A veteran player look?"
He asked slowly.
As if he were trying to parse a brand-new concept.
"Yes."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"...Um."
I hesitated.
How should I explain it?
"I think it’s a special appearance worn by someone who has spent an incredibly long time building experience just to flaunt their strength..."
"..."
"You look strong."
"..."
"You look like there's something to you."
"..."
"It even looks a little eerie, which makes it even cooler."
The glitch covering the man's face wavered slightly.
Whether it was surprise, curiosity, or simply a glitch, I couldn't tell.
"An incomprehensible evaluation."
He muttered.
"Most humans feel fear the moment they see me. That’s only natural. After all, I am the 'trainer' who breaks women into bitches..."
"But you asked for my cooperation despite that."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Um... Actually, I kind of enjoy the genre of taming women too. In that sense, our tastes might not be so different after all."
The man's face broke into a short laugh at my answer.
Zip.
Zzzt.
The glitch covering the man's face began to flicker once more, this time far more smoothly than before.
It was as if he was pleased.
The instant I saw it, the system responded.
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Domination Lord's Favorability Increased by 20
"...Eh?"
I blinked in surprise.
Favorability?
Wait.
The status window wasn't coming up, but the favorability was still rising?
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Current target is an existence beyond normal observation. Only limited information is displayed. Dominion's current favorability is 20.
The status window still wasn't responding, but now favorability was being output unlike before.
Still dazed by the sudden rise in favorability, he continued.
"Very well. I’ll cooperate with you in taming bitches."
He spoke calmly.
"Above all else."
The glitch covering the man's face surged violently.
"After all, you praised my appearance."
...
Did he really like it?
Instantly.
A dark premonition flashed through my mind that the being before my eyes might turn out to be even more troublesome than I had imagined.
"The key to taming bitches is simple. It’s about making the bitches themselves view themselves as 'human' as lower beings than as 'bitches.'"
He gave a nod toward Han Se-ah.
"In simpler terms... you drop that human girl all the way to the bottom. Then naturally, she’ll become the bitch sitting at the top."
Tap.
He had simply flicked his finger.
"Kek... Kyaak... Hagh...!?"
Yet just that caused Han Se-ah's face to twist instantly.
The air she inhaled felt like razor-sharp glass shards piercing her throat. A series of choking gasps burst from her lips.
"She can't breathe properly right now. Her body is paralyzed as if bound. She can't move at will."
Her body twisted.
Though no visible chains bound her, Han Se-ah crumpled to the floor as if trapped by invisible restraints.
Her toes twitched erratically, and the pistol clutched in her hand fell uselessly to the ground with a sharp metallic clatter.
"Curgh... Kek..."
Her eyes turned toward me.
Inside them burned not only extreme pain but also the helplessness of being utterly powerless.
"Seo Jihoo..."
The voice barely scraped out.
But it didn't finish.
The moment he moved his fingers lightly.
Han Se-ah's lips were forcibly sealed shut.
"Do you see?"
He asked calmly.
"Human beings are truly weak creatures."
Clunk.
He slowly walked closer to her.
"Believing themselves strong."
Clunk.
"Thinking themselves special."
Clunk.
"And wrapping themselves in a halo of nobility."
His hand gently lifted Han Se-ah's chin.
"But those illusions crumble at the slightest bit of pain."
Han Se-ah's body trembled.
Tears had already welled up in the corners of her eyes.
"Right now, this girl has forgotten everything—her purpose for coming here... everything."
The glitch covering the trainer's face flickered.
"What remains in her mind right now is nothing but one thing... the desire to stop the pain."
He extended his hand.
"So now I'm giving you a choice."
Instantly.
The agony on Han Se-ah's face eased a little.
A relieved moan escaped her.
"Do you see?"
"Salvation. And dependence."
"Bitches aren't tamed because of the collar. They willingly wear it because they believe they can only feel comfort through their master."
He murmured as if directly imprinting the command into her mind.
"You can throw away human rights or whatever. Just surrender your body to the master."
"Bitches don't need to think or have the right to refuse."
"You bitches are always happy... and you will gladly accept whatever your master does."
Once all the preliminaries were complete, he turned to me.
"Everything's been prepared. Now the only thing left is for you to tell me what you want to teach this girl... what you want from your bitch."
What did I want?
Well... 100% mental imprint degree?
No.
This wasn't about results, this was about process.
Now that we had the chance to raise a bitch, why not go all out in some plays that wouldn't have been possible in reality?
"Then first, the bitch position. Make her kneel with her hands extended as if begging for food, so she feels happy doing it. And... since she's a bitch, have her become sensitive to my scent and enjoy sniffing it. Make her enjoy being touched by me."
Honestly, I had simply voiced my fantasies about bitches as they came to me.
But this wasn't reality. This was a game.
A space where my desires could be fully realized as long as the system allowed it.
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◈ Kneeling posture with hands extended, perfectly embodying submission
◈ Highly sensitive to owner's scent, driven by natural instinct
◈ Complete submission that overrides all rational thought
It was the perfect bitch pose I had pictured in my head.
Her knees bent until they nearly touched the floor, her hips pressed tightly against her heels.
Her hands raised high, perfectly straight as if begging for food from the owner. It was refined to an almost eerie degree.
As if it had been perfected after hundreds of repetitions—or rather, as if the instinct of a bitch had been engraved into her very bones.
"Hah... Hah...♥ Jihoo-ssi’s... scent...♥"
Even while locked in the bitch pose, Han Se-ah's body trembled as she inhaled the scent surrounding me with every ragged breath.
Her pupils were hazy with the loss of reason, and her protruding tongue quivered erratically as if craving pleasure.
Zip.
Watching from the side, the man seemed satisfied, and a gentle curve formed across his glitch-filled face.
"Look. You can't find even a trace of human pride in that posture. It's not a simple physical restraint. It's the posture of someone who has thrown away their own intelligence, authority, and human dignity... and simply discarded them in the trash."
His gaze lightly skimmed over Han Se-ah's entire body.
"Just by taking that posture, she is releasing an enormous amount of pleasure-inducing substance from her brain. Simply by smelling your scent and maintaining the pose, it has become the ultimate 'reward' for her."
If Han Se-ah really became like that, there would definitely be changes in her mental imprint degree.
Eagerly anticipating the result, I opened her status window.
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Bitch Olfaction: The bitch's sense of smell that reacts sensitively to the owner's scent. Easily aroused simply by sniffing the scent.
Compared to before the quest began, there were clear changes.
Favorability and submission degree had both risen by 10. Most notably, the brainwashing degree had increased by 20.
For the first time, H statistics had also changed.
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The bitch's sense of smell that reacts sensitively to the owner's scent. Easily aroused simply by sniffing the scent.
Duration: Infinite
The content of the mental imprint information had also begun to shift toward me. I looked forward to the day when her entire status window would be filled with my color, including her H statistics.
The man watched us with a satisfied expression.
"Perfect. The groundwork is complete. Now, tell me what you want to have this girl learn from you... what you desire from your bitch."
What did I want?
Well... the 100% mental imprint degree?
No.
This was about the process, not the result.
Since we had the rare opportunity to raise a bitch, why not turn up the heat with all the unorthodox playstyles I could get away with?
"Then first, the bitch position. Make her kneel with her hands extended as if begging for food, so she feels happy doing it. And... since she's a bitch, have her become sensitive to my scent and enjoy sniffing it. Make her enjoy being touched by me."
Honestly, I had simply voiced my fantasies about bitches as they came to me.
But this wasn't reality. This was a game.
A space where my desires could be fully realized as long as the system allowed it.
