Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: A Female Who Isn't an M?
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"What should I do today~?"
Yesterday, I'd spent the whole day inside the house watching those lewd elite sisters train each other, so today I decided to head outside for some fresh air.
'Can't wait to see how those two end up training each other.'
Thanks to their true masochist instincts, they absolutely loathed doing the training themselves, but that very fact made them obey their master's orders without question.
Professor Han Hye-jeong was already preparing to move into her younger sister Ji-young's place, and they'd agreed to incestuous lesbian training focused on their weakest spots—turning into nipple slaves and clit slaves. Needless to say, I was looking forward to it.
"It's gonna take more than a month, though... Waiting's gonna be tough."
Training specific body parts wasn't something you could rush in a day or two.
When I'd seen Ji-young expanding and developing her own clit, it had taken a full month before she was worthy of the title "clit slave." So yeah, I'd have to hold out that long.
"Time to scout some new ones anyway."
I'd already turned and trained plenty of female slaves, but honestly? I wasn't satisfied in the slightest.
Just walking down the street, there were hot females everywhere—ones I wanted to train and claim as my slaves on the spot. A body like mine couldn't settle for just a handful.
'One-time use this round? Or make her a full-on slave?'
I had permanent ones like Mom, the aunties, So-hee's mom-and-daughter duo, and the sisters to keep by my side for ongoing use.
But I also had plenty of casual flings—just grabbing ones that caught my eye on the street, using them, and tossing them aside.
Like that girl from the apartment I'd dragged home because she looked good. I'd fucked her like a rape session, but after that, I lost interest and just left her there.
'Too many and managing them gets annoying... but one-and-done means they cling and become a hassle.'
Some of the one-timers tracked me down at school or home, begging to become my female slaves.
Mom always chased them off, calling them discarded trash, but if numbers kept growing, it'd turn into a real pain.
That meant I had to be selective with disposables—pick females who could last longer. Smart choice.
'Ooh, that one's not bad.'
As I walked, I spotted a woman standing by a café. Her figure and looks were top-tier; just eyeing her got my lust boiling.
'Gotta test her out first.'
Trashy idea, sure, but to true masochist females, it was basically a reward. No issues there.
She looked like she was waiting for someone, but I ignored that and walked right up.
"Uh... who are... Hiiik!?"
She eyed me warily as I approached, but I didn't care—slid my hand straight under her skirt and groped her pussy.
"W-wait, this is... Hiiiik❤"
She panicked at the sudden assault, but I ignored her, shoving fingers inside and stirring. She quickly let out a proper female moan.
"F-first time getting... haaah❤"
Passersby stared in shock, but I kept fingering her pussy without a care.
She'd resisted in confusion at first, but soon her face twisted into full masochist bliss—no resistance, just pure enjoyment.
'This one's got potential. Drag her to a motel right now and... Huh?'
Grip.
I was sold on her—thinking of using her as a one-time onahole—when someone approached and yanked my wrist away from her dripping pussy.
"What the..."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The one who'd grabbed my wrist and stopped the fun was a slightly shorter woman with tanned skin and a pixie cut.
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
In a quiet gym, a lone woman practiced on a punching bag.
She was striking poses and hitting with crisp pang-pang sounds, showing just how much practice she'd put in—a sport that was wildly unpopular in the M World: boxing.
"The champ's always the most dedicated."
"Haa... haa... Hey, Coach."
The woman called "Coach"—dressed in sloppy tracksuit—approached Kwon Soo-ah, the Asian women's boxing champion.
"You should quit already."
Not the kind of thing a coach would say, but she pitied the bright young talent choosing such a tough path.
"I'm good... And even if I quit, it'll be after I snag the world title."
"Sigh... Who can break that stubborn streak of yours... World champ's a stretch, though..."
Soo-ah had the talent for Asian champion, but the coach didn't see world-level potential. All the more reason to worry.
"Oh, two new sign-ups, by the way."
"Those two? Same old story... Hate hitting, love getting hit. How's that gonna work for boxing?"
In a world of nothing but true masochists, striking sports had niche appeal—but were dying out.
With everyone hating to hit and loving pain, gyms couldn't run properly.
These sports were fading fast; boxing was spectator-only now. Even an Asian title brought no wealth or fame—just scraping by on sparse event prizes.
"Shame we don't get more kids like you. Gym'd run smooth then~"
Folks thought striker-sport types weren't M, but they were just like other women.
Soo-ah's kind simply denied or suppressed their masochist instincts.
Living by bottling up their true nature was harder than for most, but plenty existed who flat-out refused to accept it.
"Alright, I'm heading out."
"See ya~"
Practice over, Soo-ah said goodbye and left the gym as usual.
Short leggings, sports bra, loose tee—light and casual. Subtle muscles plus M World beauty meant she'd pull crowds in my old world purely on looks and body.
But she'd rejected femininity and her M instincts from the start.
No idol gigs, just sports. Zero interest in dolling up.
'Maybe grab a part-time gig...'
Prize money had kept her afloat so far, but tournaments were drying up.
"What's this? Why the crowd?"
Curious about the gathering, Soo-ah approached—and witnessed something shocking.
Squelch... Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...
"Hiiiiiiik❤"
The crowd watched a man shove his hand up a woman's skirt, molesting her freely. Something Soo-ah had never seen.
'Wh-what the...'
Clear forced assault, but the onlookers just shot envious, aroused stares. No one intervened.
'I can't accept this!'
Enviable to true masochist bitches, maybe—but not to Soo-ah. She stepped up and yanked the man's arm away.
"What the..."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
A move no normal M woman would dare. The man looked stunned.
'How can he just... gulp...'
Soo-ah swallowed involuntarily, staring at the absurd guy.
Taller than her tall self—a rare sight. His hand dripped with the woman's pussy juices from the fingering.
'Doing this out in public... Just like an S from the urban legends...'
Bold enough to seem like one of those mythical Sadists, but still illegal.
"You wanna go too?"
"Ngh... Bullshit! You forced her!"
"With a face like that?"
"........."
She tried to rage at his casual taunt, but glancing at the molested woman's expression killed her words.
"Haaaah❤"
Far from "forced"—the woman grinned lewdly in excitement, hips twitching happily. Peak female bliss.
'Me too...? No! I'm different!'
Soo-ah panicked at her surging M instincts but shoved them down, glaring at him.
"Hmm... Wanna talk somewhere quiet?"
"...Fine."
Heroic impulse or not, he eyed her with interest and suggested switching spots. She followed...
"Th-this is..."
"Just talking, right? Or scared?"
"Ngh! As if..."
Shocked as he led her into a motel, but his taunt hooked her. Unaware how it'd change her life, Soo-ah stepped inside.