Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Chihuahua Education
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I snickered and just nodded.
“Fine, whatever.”
“Huh?”
Mesui looked more puzzled than anything by my ready agreement. Deep down, she’d probably been half-hoping I’d force something on her. These masochistic bitches all had that rape fantasy in common.
“Then today, go ahead and watch me train Kurogami Reina.”
“Huh? Watch the... training?”
“You see that room on the other side from here?”
Curious now, she took a few steps and placed her hand on the glass wall that blocked off one entire side of the room.
“That’s a magic mirror.”
“Magic...?”
“You know, like in those JAV videos—the ‘magic mirror room’ ones. They can see out from inside, but outsiders can’t see in.”
“W-what are you talking about...”
As if she didn’t know.
“Anyway, just watch carefully from here.”
*Gulp*
Her face lit up with anticipation for whatever play I’d use to torment Reina.
“Oh right. No masturbating. If you disobey me, be prepared. Got it?”
“No masturbating...? Uh, sure...”
Mesui looked reluctant but nodded anyway. Wonder if she could actually hold out. The training I had in mind was extreme even by my standards.
For a maso bitch like her, though, anything would do.
Right then, my smartphone buzzed.
Reina had arrived.
I stepped out and waved at Reina, who stood there scowling like she’d tasted shit. But she didn’t wave back.
“Why’d you call me...?”
“Trying to slip into casual speech again? Man, looks like you forgot my temper.”
A few days without seeing her, and her rebellious streak was flaring up. This girl was a real psycho. Golden Retrievers had some brain glitch that made them eat nonstop; maybe hers was in the aggression center. Or maybe bad genes from her yakuza family?
Good thing I’d recorded her pissing herself while flashing a peace sign. Without that leash, she wouldn’t even pretend to obey. She’d have bolted by now. A beating every three days ought to keep her aggression and wits suppressed. Time to torment her again today.
*Grind*
“Oh? Baring your teeth? Want me to yank them all out?”
*Flinch*
“N-no... I wasn’t. Why’d you call me...?”
“Good girl. Keep being that obedient from now on, yeah?”
*Pat pat*
*Shiver!*
I patted her head like she was some mutt, and she trembled, glaring like she’d rip my arm off right then. Heh, what’re you gonna do about it?
I slipped the pre-prepared blindfold over her eyes.
“Hold my hand tight and follow.”
“...”
Goosebumps prickled her skin—the mere fact of holding my hand disgusted her that much. I opened the door to the room opposite Mesui’s and positioned Reina in the center.
“Strip.”
“Ugh...”
She bit her lip until it went pale, but she knew resistance was pointless at this stage. Reina stripped herself. Her white oversized shirt and gray skirt peeled away.
*Slipping off—*
There she stood in her underwear under the glaring basement lights. An explosive body on par with Mesui’s from moments ago. A female form perfectly optimized for copulation, pregnancy, and birth. A woman baring herself at a man’s command. Beyond the glass, Mesui watched with bated breath.
“I didn’t say strip halfway.”
“...Kuh.”
Humiliation twisted her face again, but rebellion was impossible. One twitch of my finger, and her piss-herself-while-declaring-herself-a-sow video would flood the internet. Never mind that—if I got pissed, I could perform a gender-reversal castration right here.
Uterus battering or ovary squeezing—whatever I wanted, I could do.
As Reina finished stripping off her underwear, I glanced back. Mesui was plastered to the glass, her breath fogging it up.
“All... all stripped now. Okay?”
She thrust out her tits and pussy without covering them, trying to act defiant. It didn’t look cool at all in her current state.
Casually, I slapped my palm over her plump lower belly.
“Hik!?”
“Does your boyfriend know you’re putting on this show? He’d lose his mind.”
“...M-my boyfriend said he doesn’t care!! Don’t drag him into this—you’re the worst...”
What a bitch.
You forced girls into rape without giving a damn if they had boyfriends?
These wicked bitches always had double standards as their passive skill.
“Hey. Wanna make a bet? If you win, I won’t drag your boyfriend into it, like you want.”
Her eyes went wide as she stared at me.
“What is it?”
“Simple. Just don’t cum.”
“If you forcibly touch my body, how am I supposed to resist...!”
“Nah, nah—not like that, so relax. I promise: I won’t lay a finger on you.”
“...?”
Reina’s face was the picture of utter confusion.
“You in or not? Time’s wasting. Stakes too low? Fine—if you win this bet, I’ll delete the video.”
!?
“I’m in. No way I’d cum from some guy like you not even touching me.”
If holding back one orgasm meant deleting the video, she couldn’t refuse from her position.
Time to test that black market gadget I’d bought. No refunds, so I’d squeeze every bit of value out of it.
“Hey, stand on your tiptoes.”
She tilted her head at the out-of-left-field command but complied since it wasn’t hard.
“Now squat just like that.”
Even more baffling, but squatting on tiptoes wasn’t impossible either.
Reina squatted with her tiptoes raised, just as ordered. The position naturally shielded her lower belly and pussy, so she looked a bit relieved. That expression was about to shatter into pieces.
“Now brace both arms behind your back.”
“What?”
“Do it.”
Her face twisted, fangs peeking out.
“Now you’re going for corporal punishment like this...!?”
A pose combining shame and physical agony—she must’ve figured that much.
Made sense. What I was demanding was basically a hip thrust exercise position. The difference: no bench for support, full body weight on arms braced behind the back, and tiptoes only.
Holding that alone was torture. Most people wouldn’t last three minutes without sweating buckets, let alone five.
But I had no intention of stopping there.
I pulled out the item I’d bought at the black market.
Reina’s ears twitched as her blindfolded face flushed beet red in that ridiculous pose. She could only sense the rustling sounds, with no clue what was coming.
[Clitoris Suction Device]
My ten-million-won secret weapon.
A custom size perfectly fitted for the clit. Like a milking machine nozzle resized for a nipple, or a tiny cup from some fantasy manga packed with parasitic tentacles. Utterly grotesque.
And I was going to stick this on her clit?
Just imagining it was thrilling.
The inside was crammed with bumpy silicone nubs. Most unique was the cord-like protrusion on the outside. I gave it an experimental tug, and the inner nubs whirled at terrifying speed.
So that’s how it worked?
Like pulling the cord on an old rural ceiling fan to turn on the light. Inconvenient mechanism, but I instantly thought of a use for it.
“Now spread those legs wide in that position.”
“...Hii...! H-how much humiliation are you planning?! This should be enough already—why drag someone else in for this shit!!”
Keep barking.
“Oh? Hate it? Then stop. Won’t bother me. Won’t delete the video either... Oh yeah, I got your boyfriend’s contact info the other day too. Should I just send him your piss video?”
*Flinch!*
“Wha—what... what’re you talking about?”
Her carefully maintained pose crumbled as she shot to her feet.
“Oh? Standing up on your own?”
“! Th-this... no, wait—how’d you get my boyfriend’s contact?”
“Like there’s anything I can’t find? Keep sassing me. Guess I’ll send it~”
“No, don’t! Stop!!”
I pulled out my smartphone, and she lunged with her massive tits jiggling, grabbing my wrist.
I deliberately pushed her arm back slowly with raw strength, lifting the phone higher.
*Tremble tremble tremble*
“Hiii... d-don’t, ugh... don’t send it, stop...!!”
“Hm? It’s my call, right? So why’d you do something unforgivable? Huh?”
I forced aside her increasingly shaky hand with more power.
Even so, Reina desperately clung to my wrist with every ounce of strength, sweat beading on her forehead.
Serves you right for messing with a lunatic like me—an NTR-obsessed grudge-nurturer who’d cripple enemies beyond recovery and never forget.
Mesui was watching too, so today called for something extra brutal.