Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: A Female Unyielding to Her M Instincts?
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'Isn't this a total jackpot?'
I was right in the middle of the street, fingering a female I liked to train her however I pleased and switch her straight into masochist bitch mode, when someone grabbed my wrist.
Stunned by this unprecedented interruption, I turned to look—and there she was, a female with an allure I'd never seen before, right in front of me. I was seriously shocked.
She was just a bit shorter than my tall frame, which already made her towering for a woman in the M World. Her healthy bronze skin and pixie cut screamed athlete, her body toned and firm enough to tell at a glance. She was a completely new type of female for me.
'Her strength... If I let my guard down in a fight, she might actually beat me.'
Of course, I'd relaxed in surprise, but she'd yanked my hand—still buried in that other woman's pussy—out with raw force. For a female, her grip strength was impressive, honestly putting me on edge a little.
'Still, encountering a bitch like this... What a stroke of luck!'
This wasn't just any appealing female; she was a fresh type, her arrogant expression oozing the kind of defiance that boiled my sadistic urges just looking at it. I wanted to break her right then and there.
"So, what's the story you wanted to talk about in a place like this?"
Even alone with a man in a motel room, she acted unfazed, bold as brass.
A typical M World woman would be thrilled or tense, anticipating what depravities she'd endure. But this one in front of me? She seemed utterly convinced she'd win even if I pounced, radiating pure confidence.
"First, I need an apology."
"An apology?"
She furrowed her brow, as if the word didn't compute.
'She really doesn't seem like an M, unlike other women.'
She looked like she could be from my world, not fitting the M World mold at all. But I knew better. No matter how much she suppressed her nature on the surface, she couldn't erase what she was born with. This woman was no different.
'I can't let a bitch like this slip away!'
It had been ages since I'd met one I truly ached to train—this arrogant bitch. I didn't want to lose her here, so I'd dragged her straight to the motel, my cock throbbing at the thought of turning her from haughty to just another whimpering masochist sow by the time she left.
"You made me miss out on that female I liked."
"What the hell are you talking about? You were groping her in public!"
"Did she look like she hated it?"
"Th-that..."
What I'd done might technically break the law, but if you asked if there was a victim? Hell no. The woman I'd fingered had been shocked at first, sure—but then she'd offered zero resistance, reveling in the molestation, her pussy juices gushing everywhere.
You could say this woman did the "right" thing, but if you asked if it was what everyone wanted? Absolutely not.
For females starved of fulfilling their masochist sow desires, my actions were the thrill of a lifetime.
She'd ruined that, so even if it was technically illegal, I could claim she was the one in the wrong.
"That woman was thrilled as a masochist sow, I was having fun playing with her, and anyone watching was getting hot and bothered. You ruined it all."
"......"
I laid out the facts, and she went silent as a clam, averting her eyes from me just a fraction.
'Adapting to a world where logic like this works is weird as hell...'
She'd acted out of justice, but hearing it framed as something blameworthy, she couldn't even argue. It was kinda funny inside, and with the upper hand secured, I pressed her harder.
"Everyone was happy, and you barged in and wrecked it!"
"S-sorry..."
Her bold demeanor from before had vanished. My shout made her flinch and bow her head.
"I was gonna fuck that sow until she squealed like a pig today, and you ruined it!"
"Sorry..."
She knew damn well it wasn't one-sided harassment—every bitch there had been loving it—so she apologized honestly.
'Tough exterior, but pretty straightforward, huh?'
It wasn't arrogance like So-hee's; it was born from genuine belief in her righteousness. But once that crumbled, she tucked tail immediately, stoking my sadism like crazy.
"So, how are you gonna make it up to me?"
"Make it up...? I-I don't have any money..."
Thinking I meant cash, she panicked about being broke. But taking her money was the last thing on my mind.
"I don't want money. Instead..."
Grip.
"Wh-what the hell?!"
"You'll make it up with your body."
'Wh-what do I do...'
Sua froze in shock as I suddenly grabbed her tits, her fist twitching like it might fly. But knowing she'd fucked up, she barely held back, standing still.
"I'm doing everything to that sow I couldn't today—all on you. Get ready."
"Th-that's ridiculous... Ngh!"
She wanted to shove off this molester with his absurd claim, but psychologically beaten into guilt, Sua couldn't act.
'M-my tits... First time being grabbed... I shouldn't feel this good... Hold it in... Ngh❤'
Having denied her M instincts her whole life, even as she endured this, she fought to suppress them. But her growing urges made her moan inwardly.
'A guy like this... First time.'
Sua had zero interest in men, but she'd always been popular. Taller and more toned than most guys, with an aura that screamed "I'll crush you," masochist males swarmed her. She'd ignored or rejected them all, so the only men she knew were pathetic ones craving subjugation—and that wasn't wrong.
"Sports bra underneath? Still, these are pretty damn usable."
"Ngh❤... S-stop groping them!"
Loose tank top over a sports bra, but with tits that big, they bulged noticeably. No wonder I was impressed while squeezing.
'D-dangerous! This guy's nothing like the men I've seen!'
Her lifetime of rejecting M instincts made her instinctively sense how S this guy was. Rationally, she knew she had to escape—but she shoved my hands away.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Grip.
"Kek?!❤"
Her resistance was short-lived. Annoyed, I seized her throat and slammed her to the floor, pinning her so she couldn't flee.
'Th-this is bad... I need to get away now... B-but his strength is insane❤'
Desperate to fight her instincts and break free, Sua grabbed my hands to pry them off—but against her will, they didn't budge. I kept choking her.
'A-air... Not enough❤ F-feels so good...❤'
Never once overpowered by a man her whole life—even earlier, she'd beaten me with sheer strength. But now? It was different. Not surprise this time; I was really pinning her like the bitch she was, and she couldn't resist properly. Air deprivation made her head swim.
"Khk, kek❤... Ke, kek❤"
'Th-this doesn't feel good at all... Hnngh❤'
Living in denial of her masochist instincts meant they'd piled up enormously.
For a woman who'd abstained from even masochist masturbation or orgasms, intense pain and torment translated to explosive pleasure. A normal M bitch might feel deathly terror amid the fear, but Sua? Pure, overwhelming ecstasy.
"Ho~ You're getting off even in this situation?"
"Kek❤... N-no... Khk❤"
Sua didn't realize it, but even as her throat was crushed, a lewd smile spread across her face. Unknowingly, her legs splayed wide, pussy juices thick with female pheromones soaking through. Her leggings were drenched in seconds, the scent wafting heavy.
"Mixed with sweat, it's insanely potent~ You could call this a sow in heat, no problem."
"Kueh❤... N-no... Kek❤"
Even verbal abuse pushed her masochist instincts past the breaking point. Her body twitched honestly, reveling in it.
'N-no, I'm different from other women... I... I am❤'
Feeling these denied instincts surge stronger than ever, Sua sensed her reason numbing but still fought to resist...
"Khk! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!... Ah."
When I released her throat, the sigh from her lips brimmed with regret.
"Then prove you're not a sow yourself."
Swipe.
"I-I'm not a masochist sow❤"
I looked down at my captured prey with a mocking sneer, slowly raising my foot—right above her pussy.
"I-I won't break no matter what you do❤"
Even declaring defiance against her M instincts, her legs—unwittingly—spread wider, exposing her weakness. The soaked leggings marked the perfect target.
"Then endure it."
And with that, my foot came down. That moment marked the point where Sua learned her true nature.