Masochist Girlfriend #4 Who Breaks Her Boyfriend's Legs
What happened after that again?
We had sex, uploaded the video, and I played around with my cock while enjoying the chat window I hadn't finished reading. I twisted her clitoris until she came against her will, and that was how I closed out the stream. I'd denied everything about the cosplay team, so even if something came up later, it wouldn't matter.
What an intense day.
The Yunas had already vanished at some point.
"Aha, ahaaaaah~! Mmh-mmh~! That was great—it's been so long since I got beaten that hard, and it felt amazing!"
Only the real Yuna remained, cradling my head between her thighs.
Gray-tinted color contacts. Long hair the color of washed-out ash. A body she'd corrected just for me—soft, plush breasts and thick thighs. Resting my cheek against them and catching my breath, I found her already finished self-healing as if nothing had happened, stroking my hair.
A woman's scent in a drowsy hour like this—it was a cheat code.
Even if I tried to hold out, my head kept nodding off.
"Your stamina is fucking insane. You got hung, had your head shaved, took punches to the face, got beaten with a bat, and finished it off with bare fists—and you're still this lively?"
"Not as lively as my darling, who personally beat three people's worth of me~! As you can see, any wounds on my body heal right away, so that helps even more. The side of my head that got shaved? Already grown back, see? Honestly, even that kind of play is only shocking while it's happening. Once you get used to it, you get bored of it fast—"
"For someone saying that, you sure enjoyed yourself."
"It's not that I hate it~! More than anything, if darling is having fun, then I'm having fun too~! Kyaa~☆ Kyaa, kyahaha, ah~! Aha… hwaah……"
She ruffled my hair with soft little motions, then pressed the opposite cheek into the heavy swell of her breasts. Thighs and chest both cool and soft—it felt so good I could have fallen asleep right there. But somehow, that frivolous laugh unique to my masochist girlfriend sounded drained of strength, and that bothered me more.
"Something worrying you?"
"A little."
"I told you the cops aren't going to catch us."
"Hm? Hmm? Aaaaah~! No, no~! It's not that kind of worry~! But… after we had so much fun, this might just sound like complaining…… so I wasn't sure…"
"Spit it out."
"Is it really okay?"
"I'm your boyfriend. What the hell wouldn't be okay?"
"…That's so embarrassing. I almost wonder if you really did lose your memory."
Memory? What was she talking about now?
"Memory?"
"Ah, no, that's not it~! I was just worried that with a fetish like mine, I might end up filming something even worse someday. I mean, even darling can see how extreme my kink is, right~? Without this ability of mine, my body never would have survived half the things we've done… and I'm aware that I've been doing some pretty nasty stuff to other guys, and to you too……"
"Yeah, it's extreme. The bat alone was hard enough that you should've gone to a hospital. And when I hit your face today, I broke your nose bone more than once."
"Exactly. Right now it stops at this level, but someday, if I do something truly worse… would darling still stay?"
"Hey. You know how fucking out of nowhere that is, right?"
"I know, but… isn't it fair, though? If my fetish keeps escalating, I might start trying to kill my clones, or move into dismemberment. If I start doing things that go way past ryona and darling gets disgusted and disappears? If you can't accept 'our' ever-growing fetish and leave—if Juwon leaves—is there even another man out there who'd take us?"
The pleasant scent of her skin was completely at odds with the blood-reek of what she was saying. This was not the conversation you had right after sex, in the middle of a rest, so I kept one eye open and listened. And the way she'd said our—was she talking about her clones, or other girls…? No. It had to be the former. No reason to overthink it.
…Right?
I didn't have any other girlfriends besides Yuna right now.
"There'd be some, surprisingly. Guys love to act tough, and a girl as pretty as you—plenty of them would grit their teeth and play along. Just look at today's chat. It was packed with guys dying to mess around with you."
"And how many of those do you think are the real deal?"
"Real deal how?"
Yuna pulled her hand off my head, leaned in close, and started folding her fingers down one by one.
"Not the kind who grit their teeth and put up with it, like darling said—someone who genuinely matches my fetish. On top of that, someone with enough overflowing libido and stamina to handle every single one of 'us' every time. Someone who has affection, but whose own nature lets them sincerely hurt a woman—hurt a person. Someone who'll follow along without a second thought even when we're doing things that skate right along the edge of crime. Someone who doesn't even try to exploit our abilities, who doesn't so much as mention them, and just lets us use them however we want. And more than anything—someone who's been with us since elementary school, shared that much feeling, and could keep giving that feeling going forward…"
"Those conditions are fucking ridiculous. You're just picky."
"Even if you thin them out, it's still brutal. And when we go looking for a man who meets all that, we can't let anyone find out about our fetish or our abilities, so that's a whole other headache. And even if we somehow find someone, they'll act fine at first, then at some point it's always the same—'I can't keep up with this.'"
It sounded like a hasty generalization, but Yuna wasn't the shallow type she looked like on the surface.
"More than anything, even ordinary people hit all kinds of obstacles just dating someone they like, right? They break up, get back together, break up again… and marriage is even worse… Even people who make it to marriage still go off the rails and end up divorced all the time…… If that's how it is for normal people, then for us it's really…… Honestly, no matter who you find, most people won't even shave your head for you, will they? They'd freak out and ask why the hell you'd do something that crazy."
……She had a point.
I got it.
On the surface, a cosplay pretty girl. Behind that, a masochist pig who loved bloody, violent training. Even if you found someone willing to play along, finding a man who'd hide the superpowers on top of all that and go along with every last bit of it—that might be genuinely hard. And if she refused to abuse those powers, you'd have to screen for character on top of everything else…
"…It's the same for the others, not just me. All of them carry that same worry."
"?"
"Just saying."
With the laughter gone from her face, Yuna looked pitiful from the atmosphere alone.
She hadn't looked pitiful when I was beating her. But now she was giving off the aura of a dog about to be abandoned by its master.
"I don't know who these 'others' are supposed to be, but if we take as an example girls as crazy as you… yeah, well, I can see how rough it'd be without even looking. You can't even control your own fetish—imagine a few more like that. No one to play with them, or they lose the one they have? You can already see the insane shit they'd pull."
"……………"
Maybe it was my imagination, but her thigh twitched.
"Maybe so."
"What? Weren't you talking about your clones?"
"It… is about the clones…"
Her hand came back to rest on my head. Wedged between the oversized breasts and thick thighs she'd grown for me, my face got nuzzled and pressed—and it felt good. She'd brought some kind of aroma oil from somewhere, and the scent filling the room only accelerated my drowsiness. Even so, the questions didn't stop.
"So, just as an example."
"Yeah."
"If there were several girls like me, and all of them were worried darling might disappear… would all of them be as anxious as I am…?"
"Do these example girls also have fetishes that keep evolving?"
"…Yeah."
"Then of course they'd be anxious. You're sitting here spouting this useless crap even while I'm right here playing along. How do you think it'd feel if I weren't around?"
"Even if they act fine on the outside? Even if they all smile like it's no big deal when we're apart for a bit?"
"How the hell is anyone supposed to know from the outside? Before you started saying this stuff, I thought you were fine on the outside too."
"……………"
Her thigh trembled again.
What now.
"You about to ask something weird again?"
"Then one last thing… If those girls had a fetish like that, and they'd decided no other man would ever do… if they like you—Juwon—that much, and something still happened that hurt you… what would the reason be…?"
"Is this a mystery TRPG plot? You planning to run one next?"
"Maybe."
"Christ. Fine, I'll take a wild guess with this useless brain of mine……"
I thought for a second.
Then gave the textbook answer.
"Usually that kind of thing happens out of obsession. There could be all kinds of reasons, but if it's not cheating and it's not hate, what's left is affection—"
"And then?"
"And then they hurt you so you won't go anywhere—so you'll only look at them. But isn't that usually the kind of shit where they hurt themselves and go, 'See how much this hurts me when you look at someone else?' Why the hell is the example about me getting hurt?"
I tilted my head up slightly and glared at her through the gap between her breasts.
"What the fuck, that's creepy as hell~! You're not planting movie-style foreshadowing so you can wreck my arms and legs, are you? That's way too cliché!"
"I am noooot~! Darling, seriously! What do you take me for?! I'm not that kind of menhera~!"
I didn't know what menhera meant, but I'd heard it somewhere in passing, so I got the idea.
"Then what do you think? Going by your example—if I got attacked and hurt, what would the reason be?"
"Like darling said, because they like you. And if darling gets hurt and is in pain, he can't move, so that would be part of it too…"
"Jumping someone just so you can nurse them at their bedside is a little… isn't that an insane idea?"
"That's not it. If you're hurt, you can't run away."
"From where?"
"Socially, independently—if your body's hurt, it's hard to get a job anywhere… your range of movement shrinks, so it's easier to keep an eye on you… It's a bit of an animal-hunting metaphor, but that's how I see it."
It was a plausible reason.
Far more convincing than attacking someone just to nurse them.
"You're starting to scare me. Why the hell are you bringing this up out of nowhere?"
"Ugh! Why would I ever do that to you, Juwon~! I really said it without thinking, so stop~!"
"What, are you scared I'll leave?"
"Yeah… Even I can see my fetish getting worse… and I keep wondering what I'd do if the word 'breakup' ever came up……"
"I told you that won't happen."
"I wish the others could believe that too…"
The things she'd been muttering to herself this whole time made no sense, and it was unnerving. Sleep had fled completely. When I tried to sit up, her head pressed down faster than I could move. Being scared while using a naked woman as a cushion—was this even allowed?
"What are you doing?"
"I believe you, but without proof, a girl still gets anxious… That's just how women are… Maybe the eyes and the arm were for a similar reason too…"
"…Yuna?"
"Hey. We've still got a week, but ending early is up to me, right? I've already been loved more than enough… I've already gotten a guarantee that we'll never be apart… I'm already happier than I deserve, so…… so……"
With my head still pinned, sinking back into the scent of her skin, a phone was shoved in front of my face instead of her hand. It was the phone Yuna always used, but the case was pink, and the wallpaper was something I'd seen somewhere before. My heart dropped for some reason. Instinct screamed at me to run, but my eyes wouldn't leave the screen.
And then my mind went hazy.
Right before my eyes closed, Yuna was smiling—and the last words she left behind reached my ears.
"Then I suppose I'll be taking your feet~☆"
I understood what she meant, but it was far too late to resist. My eyes shut.
And then dawn broke.
Inside the Club Room.
I started a new day by pitching forward and crashing to the floor.