Your Role ◈
"Back then... it felt so damn good."
"Whoa..."
Hypno and Wintineas both gasped in unison upon hearing Clarice's story.
"Incredible, Winte. Is there another reverse-rapist trash bitch like this out there?"
"Ama~zing..."
"So, what made it feel that good?"
"Well... seeing a pathetic commoner suffer just like me, struggling to survive. Watching those lowborn scum who cheered at my father's death fall into misery... it felt so damn good. And then..."
"And?"
"I wanted to see more of it. So... I started stealing from commoners all the time. Watching them panic when their money was gone, drowning in misfortune—that became the joy of my life."
"Just stealing? That wouldn't be enough to live on, right?"
"I even registered as an adventurer... and learned dagger skills. It was lowly work for commoners, but I had no choice, so I climbed up to D-rank."
"If you had the skill to reach D-rank, why steal at all?"
"Because that's what made life worth living... When those idiot commoners let their guard down, drooling over my body... stealing their cash and watching them suffer later was the best feeling ever. Quitting something that felt so good would be weird. Hell, staring at pathetic commoners like that is basically a noble's duty..."
Stealing her own money was basically a hobby for her, and now it turned out she justified her kleptomania as a noble's obligation. Hypno was genuinely impressed.
"Whoa, for real? What a total trash bitch."
"You shouldn't... take joy in others' misfortune..."
"Winte's right."
And she's got such a moral heart too! Winte really is an angel!
Hypno nodded to himself in agreement, then turned to Wintineas.
"Winte, don't you think a bitch like this needs to be punished?"
"I... think so..."
"Right? The best punishment for a bitch like her... is to make her do what she hates the most. ...Oh, right. Hey."
Hypno addressed Clarice, who was still under hypnosis.
"You a virgin?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh ho~ With that attitude, I figured you'd been jumped by thugs or sold your body by now. How'd you stay a virgin this long?"
"A noble letting trash like commoners touch her body? That's disgraceful... And whenever those pigs showed up, I'd chase 'em off with my dagger skills."
"Where'd you learn dagger skills?"
"From adventurer requests... Watched a thief adventurer and picked it up."
"Did the thief teach you?"
"A noble doesn't beg scraps from lowly commoners. I just... watched and learned."
Learned just by peeking over shoulders and still reached the same D-rank as Winte? She's got talent, huh.
"Alright, fine. Then..."
Hypno layered another command onto Clarice.
"You can't rebel against me. You obey everything I say. But keep your mind as it is."
Absolute Hypnosis reinforced
Snap! Hypno snapped his fingers, withdrawing the hypnosis wave. Clarice's eyes refocused.
"Wha...? Huh? What the hell? Hey! What did you do to me, you fucker...!"
"Don't move, and don't yell."
"Huh? Who the fuck you ordering around? You little shit... Huh? Ungh?"
Clarice tried to pull her dagger on Hypno and scream, but her body wouldn't budge, and her furious voice came out flat and casual, like everyday chit-chat.
"What... what the hell is this?"
"Alright, time to take your punishment."
"Punishment? What kinda bullshit is that? You, a lowly commoner, punishing me? Don't make me laugh."
"You a real noble? Cla. Ri. Ce? Your mouth's fucking filthy."
"What? Hey, how'd you know I'm a noble... Wait, more importantly, how do you know my name?"
"You spilled it all."
"When the fuck did I...?"
"First, follow me."
"Like hell I'm follo—Huh, what? Why's my body moving on its own, fuck!"
"Your mouth... is filthy."
"Huh? You picking a fight, you...?"
"Don't talk shit to Winte."
"You... you... Ugaaaah! Why won't it come out?!"
Even when she tried to scream, it came out flat. Clarice grew more and more irritated in the bizarre situation.
Hypno led Clarice to the alley entrance and said,
"Point out anyone passing by who you've stolen from."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Clarice's finger darted around, pointing at person after person—men, women, no discrimination. It looked like about a third of the passersby.
"...So many? Why'd you steal from so damn many?"
"What, you want me to control how many commoners there are, you fucker?"
"Virgin mouth like a used-up whore."
"Wha, how'd you even know th—"
"So, who's the type you hate most here? Point and say."
"That fat fuck over there."
Clarice pointed at a pudgy middle-aged man.
"I hate flabby potbellied slob pigs like him the most. Heh heh, but his reaction when I stole his money? Chef's kiss."
"What happened?"
"Guy loses at gambling every fucking time, but he finally won big and was all smug. Spots me and starts bragging about his cash, asking if I'm down for tonight like a total sleaze. I held my dagger to his throat and told him to fuck off, and the pig ran like a champ."
"That's when you stole it, huh."
"Yup. Went back later and found him raging at his bad luck, sobbing like a loser. Masterpiece, heh heh heh heh."
This bitch is real trash. I can feel the genuine joy in her laugh.
Hypno decided she needed an extra harsh punishment.
"Oh~ reall~y?"
Hypno smirked and trailed his index finger over Clarice's lower abdomen.
"What the fuck you doing? Stop that right now, you ugly bastard. I'll kill you."
"Kh."
Her flat-voiced threats without raising her volume cracked Hypno up.
"Fuck, don't laugh."
"Hypno... what're you doing?"
"Oh? Just prepping her punishment, Winte. Yinmun Engraving."
Yinmun Engraving
Ziiiiing...
"What... what the fuck is this? What're you doing to me, you shit... Ungh!"
A pink yinmun began etching onto Clarice's lower abdomen, which she couldn't move without Hypno's command. Having engraved dozens of times on maids, Hypno had mastered the sensation. He added an array like a fertility lock curse to the pattern and set the options.
No instant pregnancy—that'd be too easy. Contraception on. No heat for punishment. Make the position trackable... Hmm, and snap my fingers with intent to toggle arousal on/off.
Finished with the settings, Hypno tapped the completed yinmun.
"Perfect."
"Perfect my ass, you cocksucking fuck. Erase this shit."
Ignoring Clarice's flat-toned rage, Hypno said,
"Hey, you know what it feels like to be a cheap slut who only thinks about sex?"
"I know those crazy bitches. Don't care what they look like—if there's a dick, they drool pussy juice and shake their hips like maniacs."
"Heh heh heh, yeah, you get it."
"Why the creepy grin? More importantly, tell me what you did to me. I'll fucking kill you... "
"Go seduce that middle-aged guy now."
"What?"
"Tease him like a cheap whore so he fucks you raw, pops your cherry, and pumps you full of cum over and over. When he fucks you, no bitching—moan like a total slut how good his dick feels, ahh ahn. No complaining about pain or saying no till he's done. Beg for more instead. Oh, moans can be loud."
Clarice's face twisted in fury at Hypno's words.
"What kinda dogshit nonsense is that, you retard fuck? Why the hell would I—Huh? Wh-what? What the fuck is this?!"
Unable to yell properly, Clarice panicked as her body started moving toward the man against her will.
"Hey, change me back right—Heh heh heung~♪"
What the fuck! Fuck! This shit!
As she approached the middle-aged man, Clarice's face broke into a smile, her steps turning bouncy and flirty. All she could control was her thoughts.
"Hey, mister~."
"Huh? Hngh! Wh-what?"
The man turned at the voice, his grumpy, world-hating scowl shifting to shock at the sight of Clarice.
"Wh-what do you want with me?"
His eyes raked over her greedily, full of lust—lingering especially on her huge tits and exposed lower half.
Quit staring, you fat pig fuck!
"Hee hee, your gaze is so hot~♪"
"Eek!? Wh-what'd I look at?!"
He's straight-up advertising it. Fuck! Why am I saying this crap?!
"Hey, mister~. Come with me a sec. I'll show you some~thing nice."
"N-n-nice?"
Don't flare your nostrils. Before I shove a dagger up your nose.
"Yeah, and I got something to tell you~."
"T-tell me?"
"Yup, something to tell you~."
Clarice beamed, hooked her arm in his, and pressed her tits against him.
"...You coming?"
Fuck! What is this! Get off! Get the fuck off!
Feeling her soft tits on his arm, the man flushed, nostrils flaring, and nodded eagerly.
"Y-yeah! If you got words for me, gotta hear 'em!"
"Hee hee, that's right~."
Clarice led the middle-aged man into the alley where Hypno and Wintineas waited. Beforehand, Hypno had deployed a transparency field and soundproof barrier, hiding them both.
"Hypno... is this... punishment...?"
"Heh heh heh, of course, Winte. A bitch like her needs to get fucked by the exact man she hates—the one she hurt. Time to taste bitter revenge."
"I... see..."
"Ah, incoming. Mmm, she's about to get wrecked... Winte, don't wanna watch, you can look away."
I wanna see this arrogant bitch get wrecked, but...
"Mmm... It's... fine... I'll watch... too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... Don't wanna... be apart... from Hypno."
"W-Winte...!!"
Hypno hugged the adorable Wintineas tight, rubbing his cheek against hers.
"No matter what that bitch says, you're my angel, Winte!"
"Eek... Hem. Ah, coming..."
Hypno and Wintineas stepped aside at the alley mouth, watching Clarice and the man pass, then followed them in. They reached the wooden crates Hypno had set up to eavesdrop.
Arriving at the spot, Clarice released his arm, sat on a crate, and eyed the man.
"Mister~. Don't you remember me from before?"
"Huh? R-remember? Uh, not sure..."
"Reall~y no memory? I remember you clear as day~."
"R-really? Where'd I see you...?"
"No clue at all? That day... when you lost your rare gambling winnings."
"What? W-wait, yeah, that time... You're the girl who held a dagger to my throat!"
"Yup, that's me~. And..."
Clarice grinned wickedly at the man.
"I'm the girl who stole your gambling winnings."
She winked at him playfully.
"...What?"
The man's flushed face twisted into rage.