Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Maso Sow
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Is this woman seriously in heat right now?
I've heard there are masochists who get more turned on the shittier the guy is.
"Hah...♡ Hah...♡"
She's standing there all awkward, like a guy popping a boner in the middle of class, staring up at me with eyes that spell trouble. Her pupils are contracted, but gleaming with anticipation, and a bead of cold sweat trails down her flushed cheek.
Maybe I should give it a shot.
"Hey, you think I'm a pushover 'cause I've been nice to you?"
If I'm doing this, might as well go all in.
Thwack!
I grabbed her by the hair. Not hard enough to yank any out, just enough to let her feel the size of my hand and the grip strength behind it.
"Shut up and bring the money. I've gotta use it to save some young, fresh girl instead of you, so cough it up. Keep threatening me with pregnancy bullshit, and I'll make sure you can't get knocked up!? Got it?"
"Hic..."
I growled, forcing her trembling eyes to meet mine, and she quickly looked away. Just like a dog that's been trained for years.
The academy director's office fell into dead silence.
The only sound was the faint noise leaking from between Mesui's clenched teeth, like she was holding back something about to burst.
'Damn.'
Honestly, her repeated misunderstandings, interrogations, and pressure must've gotten to me more than I thought. I overdid it.
"D-Director, sorry—"
Pshhht—♡
"N-No...♡ Ngh...♡ Hoooh...!?♡"
Still on her feet, she rocked her hips back and forth as fluids squirted from between her skirt-covered thighs. Female juices trickling down her pale legs.
Thud.
She fell flat on her ass.
"Ooh...♡ Ooooh!♡"
No way... did she just cum for real from getting chewed out by me?
That's not just talent. No woman reacts like that unless she's been thoroughly conditioned over years of training.
Tap tap.
I nudged her arm on the floor with my foot.
"Didn't know you had kinks like this, Director. Your ex's handiwork?"
"Ah...♡ Hic...♡ N-No, my husband..."
"Don't feel bad for your hubby? Bet he's waiting at home for you."
"Hah...♡ H-He and I... we're widowed... Hnng...♡"
Cliché as hell.
"Sorry about that."
I tossed out a casual apology. With a true maso bitch like her, getting too meek would backfire.
My trashy, flippant tone made Mesui's dazed expression light up instead.
What kind of guy was she married to...?
"Anyway, tomorrow's Saturday—this Saturday, I mean. You told me to come to the office to wrap up the Kurogami Reina thing, right?"
Nod nod.
Mesui nodded at my words like she was entranced. I'm getting more curious about her ex. To condition her this deep with just one trigger? Some legendary trainer? I could learn a thing or two.
"Have it ready by tomorrow. Five million yen. You're the academy director, and a powerhouse like you—piece of cake, right?"
"Th-That's!"
Extorting one woman to feed another. Peak scumbag deadbeat behavior.
But... so what?
When I got isekai'd here, I swore I'd do anything to save the heroines. Turning people into permanent veggies doesn't even faze me anymore. This is tame by comparison.
Hell, it's a win-win.
She gets off on being abused and ordered around, fulfilling her as a female. I get the cash I need. What's not to like?
...Rationalizing it like this is scumbag shit too, though. Kinda stings.
Whatever, she'll pay me back later. I'm short on liquid cash right now, but once my stocks blow up, I'll be rolling in it.
"You're not gonna whine it's impossible, are you?"
"It's not! Don't say ridiculous things! Even so, five million yen in one day—"
I silently placed my palm on her lower belly.
"Hic...?"
"Sis. That thing inside you here. Obey me, and I'll make it feel real good again, like old times."
Flinch.
"H-How do you...!?"
"Puhaha. How? You're a maso sow through and through. A pervert who gets wet for a dominant stud. Right? It's obvious."
"Ooh...♡ Hah...?♡ D-Don't... insult me!"
Her words were rough, but her face flushed like a bride's.
I smirked and stepped back.
"Alright, I'm out~. Have the money ready or don't~."
I kept up the thug act to the end, kicking open the office door on my way out.
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.
.
"Hah...♡ Stu...♡"
Even after Yu Sanghyeon left, Mesui floated in a daze for a while before finally mustering strength in her legs to stand.
"Haaa... He's just like Master—n-no, just like him."
The reason Mesui had rushed at Yu Sanghyeon and groped him on sight wasn't because she was some sex-crazed lunatic. It was the vibe—so similar to her "Master," the husband she'd devoted her twenties to obeying.
Plus, he was even bigger, more intimidating. Once a female tastes total submission to a male, she can sense it. He was worth submitting to. Superior even to her ex. Bigger, stronger, smarter.
She'd just forced herself to ignore it, labeling him a "talented student."
Maybe her excessive interest in him wasn't just his scary competence and mystery. Maybe her instincts as a female had awakened. Like a "search for a master" instinct.
"Ngh..."
Mesui blushed at her soaked skirt and legs. A memory from the past flashed in her mind.
[Say you love me, you fucking bitch. I love you, say it!]
[Oho...♡ Kohoo...♡]
[So... get pregnant! Die, get your womb battered by my cock and die!]
"Hic...♡"
Mesui shuddered, recalling her now-unreachable master's voice.
Yu Sanghyeon's blunt, intense love confession had triggered the flashback. And revived the conditioning triggers from her married life. To her now, his orders were absolute.
"Five million yen..."
She took deep breaths to calm herself, clenching her fists.
Grip!
"..."
Clinging to the bare minimum of composure as director, she miserably wiped up the mess on the floor. Of course... whether a woman conditioned for over a decade could truly resist a male superior to her trainer remained to be seen.
"First fire's out, at least."
I leaned against the hallway wall outside the office, clutching my head. I'd bailed playing the full thug to keep the vibe, but I hadn't gotten advice on the core issue.
I didn't come here just for a short-term loan shuffle. I wanted to solve the roots: how Kanemochiru Kenji hijacked the company, how to fix a forged will, etc.
But yapping desperately at Mesui then would've been lame.
"Tch."
Still, I've got till next week, so no need to panic.
Problems piling up on me are a mountain anyway.
Chirp chirp, chirp!
Out the window, classic serene Japanese greenery. Birds chirping in the tall academy garden trees.
Man, wish I could live worry-free, just loving like them.
What's left on my plate? Time to sort my head.
One: Rescue Harumi from Kenji.
Two: Tomorrow, face off with the Kurogami clan.
Three: After, collect five mil from Mesui, consult on wrecking Kenji.
Immediate big three.
Mid-to-long term: Hit affection levels with Ren, ultimately get Fukuren recognized. Plus, support Harumi so she doesn't break mentally.
"I've only got one body..."
What can ya do?
Protagonist's fate.
Tackle 'em one by one. Ren said she'd wait, so not urgent. Kurogami, cash, and director consult end tomorrow anyway.
It's a doable schedule. Do what I can now.
I headed straight to Harumi's place in 3-chome.
Caw—caw—
Not even 4 p.m., but crows cawing on the utility poles in this gloomy neighborhood.
Up the metal stairs to her door, I knocked lightly.
Knock knock knock.
"Harumi."
Crash!
—"Wh-Who is it!!"
A racket from inside the entryway. Probably startled mid-focus by my voice.
Clunk!
Creeeeak—
The door opened with a haunted-house hinge squeal.
But Harumi looked rough. Real rough.
