D-93: Time for Some Serious Re-education (1)

Yaaaawn…

──What time is it even? Over the whole weekend I was glued to galleries, grinding games, doing every random thing imaginable until I just passed out…

It’s been forever since I slept this late. Haah. My head feels kind of sore too.

Two days straight without proper meals, completely losing track of time.

I kept repeating the cycle of grinding until I blacked out, so I guess it’s only natural. Yawn. Ugh. Sleepy. Whatever, I’m going back to bed.

I hug the pillow beside me. It’s soft. Not like that person last time. Thank god.

Why am I even thinking about her right now? I’m such an idiot.

Your body just knows roughly what time you woke up.

The sun’s high in the sky so it’s definitely broad daylight, but waking up in the evening used to be pretty normal for me.

With my eyes half-lidded I scan the room. She hasn’t come back yet. Good. I’ve turned the house into a total pigsty.

The real disaster is the resocialization, though. I’ve been living like absolute trash, forgetting I’m a woman now.

Sigh. Come to think of it, isn’t today Monday?

I think she said she’d come once the weekend was over. Maybe she’s coming late tonight──

Honestly… No. I almost had a really fucked-up thought. Forget it.

I just hope she doesn’t show up. Sigh. Living like a worthless shut-in is peak. If she just never comes back… my body, none of it matters anyway…

And lying there again, my mind started to blur──

Right before I closed my eyes and fell back asleep, I heard it.

Step. Step. Step…

Footsteps echoing near the house… No way. It can’t be. It won’t be. My sleepiness vanished instantly. I yanked the blanket over my head and sat up halfway.

Even on the weekend, any footsteps nearby made me tense ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up. But most of the time it wasn’t her.

This time it’s probably nothing, right? Right? Wait, shit. The footsteps are getting closer.

Ah, I’m fucked.

“──W-welcome back.”

“…”

Beep-beep, beep. She walks in with that electronic tone. Her expression looks terrible.

She’s even wearing what looks like actual office clothes.

The person who always felt so light now clearly gives off the aura of someone who works way up the chain.

Did she get ground down by upper management or something? From her clothes to her face.

I hate her, but seeing the woman who usually smiles looking like this is actually scary. A little worr… worry my ass.

I’m just scared. That’s all it is.

She takes off her shoes, hangs up her coat. During that whole sequence her eyes don’t land on me, but the moment she finishes, that terrifying gaze locks onto me like a vice.

Ah. Is this… because of me?

As if answering the question, she strides straight toward me. No, I’ve been doing everything right until now.

Because of that two-day slip, she’s really going to punish me because of──

Ah. Yeah. That’s it.

The moment she gets close, my cheek is seized in a crushing grip, forcing our eyes to meet.

My cheeks are squished, and the tension makes it hard to breathe. The sensation sinks in slowly.

What meets my forced gaze is ice-cold eyes. Somehow her face is smiling even now.

Even an idiot like me knows that smile is nothing but a mask. While I’m staring, she speaks first.

“Hey.”

“…Hic, ugh. Y-yeah. That.”

…I know I fucked up. Honestly. The room’s a disaster, I lived like a complete animal. It’s true I spent the weekend as a worthless shut-in.

But it was the weekend, so can’t she just overlook it as a little slip? That’s the look I give her.

I wonder if any of that gets across. I think my behavior should at least communicate something.

My eyes dart around, I tap my fingers together pointlessly, twist them, bite my lip, let out an apologetic voice, but what comes back is──

Ah. It’s not working. Fuck.

What comes back is an even colder stare.

Still, maybe because I’m showing some acknowledgment of my fault, the pressure on my cheek and jaw eases just a fraction.

“Looks like you at least know you did something wrong. So what should we do about it?”

“……”

…I’m terrified. I’m so fucking scared right now. My legs are shaking. I can’t even look at her properly, but every time I look away she forces my chin back up.

Like last time, I want to make some excuse, but this time what I did wrong is way too obvious.

Maybe I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠should just cry again, but even a no-lifer like me knows that’s stupid.

I still have the pride of when I was a man. Damn it.

And if I cry again, won’t I just get beaten while sobbing? She’s never actually hit me but──

With that look on her face and the current situation, it feels like she might.

“Honestly everything else was tolerable, but to think you’d pull that shit again.”

“…I didn’t even do that much…”

“Be quiet and think.”

It isn’t a loud or angry voice, but a low, oppressive one that presses down.

That tone instantly blocks the excuses trying to burst out of my throat. Ugh. What the hell am I supposed to think about, fuck.

Now that I think about it, I do feel a little wronged. I had two days off, what is this bullshit.

All I did was game, browse galleries, watch shorts. And, and─ what else. Is that really a crime? …Wait. That.

…The galleries?

“Looks like you remember now.”

“…”

What do I do? The sense of being wronged vanishes and suddenly I have absolutely nothing to say.

So, what I did on the galleries over those two days was── that. Even thinking back, it’s ridiculous.

…I trolled way too hard. It’s weird I didn’t realize it sooner.

I posted chest photos without showing my face. Stuck post-its on things. That kind of crap.

Thinking about it again, it was pretty slutty, but the reactions were so entertaining I couldn’t stop.

And anyway, it’s my body now. I even raised the pitch of my voice a little and listened to the replies.

It gave me massive reality checks, but after hearing them I thought they were worth it.

Most comments called it AI anyway, and that kind of thing is everywhere these days, so I figured it was fine. I trolled a bit on purpose.

It actually got really good traction. So under the excuse of enjoying my new body, I went there.

Even while doing that shit, of course I worried about getting caught by her. I’m still human.

But the reactions were so fun.

I even considered the possibility that she might never come back── I thought, ah. What the hell am I saying. I just did it without thinking.

…Ah. Looks like she can’t forgive this.

“So what should we do?”

“…S-sorry. That. I didn’t mean to…”

No, it was completely on purpose.

I have nothing to say. Nothing but apologies. Even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a worthless no-lifer like me still has some basic morals, it seems…

Of course, that doesn’t mean I want to keep apologizing to this bitch over and over.

After spitting out “sorry” once, I try to offer various excuses but the moment our eyes meet again I just clamp my mouth shut.

Her gaze remains coldly unwavering.

“Excuses are meaningless. You need to fix your heart.”

“Ehem. I understand. I won’t do it again.”

“I see. I’ll let it slide this time. Instead, two punishments per day for the time being.”

“Y-yeah. I won’t do it agai── Huh?”

What the…

“Starting today.”

“W-wait. I said I won’t do it anymore? Fuck, l-let go─ I really won’t─”

“Hoo. I really wonder why you even write things like this.

Well. If you hadn’t been writing garbage like this, yesterday probably wouldn’t have happened either.”

“…Fuck off, it’s none of your business. U-ung, mmph, mmmph♡”

Without listening to my opinion or words any further, she slams her lips against mine── ngh, ugh── mmmph.

The slight guilt I felt until a second ago and the minimum conscience that said I should do something both shatter under that kiss.

All fake morality disappears. S-so fucking hate this. F-fuck. Let, you bastard, ow.

Experiencing the sensation of kissing with a clear mind makes my body thrash around in rejection.

Is it the tiny bit of masculinity that returned over the two days resisting? My body fights harder than usual. Harder than when she forced it last time.

Trembling violently〰️ shaking all over, occasionally flailing my legs and arms in resistance, but both my arms are easily pinned together in one of her hands and pressed above my head.

Hey. Let go, fuck, mmm. Every time I try to spit out something harsh she deepens the kiss, smooch… smooch…♡

She steals my breath until my head feels that special dizziness of oxygen deprivation, then when I’m completely out of air, gulping, glurking, face red all the way to my ears and shaking violently, she finally gives me air right before I pass out.

All the while, with that unchanging smile as if she’s toying with me as much as possible, she kisses me again and again.

Smooch, smooch. Then she breathes into me, huuuuh. Blowing directly into my mouth as if saying at least I won’t let you die.

That attitude is so fucking arrogant and irritating but there’s nothing I can do. The feeling of continuing to live on her breath.

It’s utterly humiliating, but she repeats it for dozens of minutes as if to erase even that humiliation.

Ah. How long is this bitch going to keep playing with me──

I glare at her with that thought, forgetting my own fault, rebellion rising. I stretch my unrestrained leg to fight back but──

Squeeze, uuuuugh♡♡

“Oot♡ Ohik♡?! Ugot, hic, heeuyaaat……♡”

She slams her thigh into the flesh above my womb like she’s trying to crush it. Pain and pleasure crash over me at once.

Agh♡ Fuck, she’s really hitting me. Uugh♡ Ah. It hurts so fucking much♡

The leg I tried ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to stretch naturally loses all strength from the pain. I can’t even think of resisting anymore, just quivering──

Unable to process the sudden pain and pleasure, I tremble helplessly.

Breathing hot gasps, my pupils dilated twice as wide as during the kiss, face twisted in utter panic. Until the pain subsides I thrash wildly even while restrained, moaning nonstop.

The pain spreads through my whole body. My womb is deep inside yet both the pleasure and pain reach it completely. That sensation I never knew as a man.

On top of that, because my portio has been developed, the strong stimulation keeps coming. Normally it would have just hurt like hell. Definitely.

Yes, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much── But why.

───Does it feel that good too♡

“Stay quiet. Or do you actually like it rough? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

“Pf, haat. Pfhat. Pfha, a…… huu, huuugh. Hoo.”

Fuck off. Bullshit, I want to spit it out from my throat, but catching my breath takes priority.

Is some kind of fetish, no, a curse cast on me at the same time? Fuck.

After dozens of times over several minutes of thinning the air until I feel like I’m suffocating.

When I resist, she mercilessly slams that spot where my womb is with overwhelming pleasure again── it feels good, I admit it. But.

──She’s still glaring. Even while doing this from a position of total superiority, that calm, cold smile never leaves her face.

So annoying. I’m the one who can’t even breathe properly here…

Thinking about it now, I don’t know why I did that. Just. I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Or maybe I do know and I’m denying it. Because I hated seeing her in such a superior position?

Because I wanted to break her composure? …No. I know what it is. The real meaning behind what I did next.

──I stuck my tongue out and went bleh.

I stuck my tongue out, making wet clacking sounds, waving it teasingly in the air as if seducing her. Openly showing it to her. Even adding a strange little smile.

Yeah, thinking about it again, that was probably──

“…Puhaha. You fucking bitch.”

───♡. Maybe I wanted to get properly disciplined after all. ‘True Education’.