Your Role as My Norigae
Having savored his embrace with Wintineas, Hypno unleashed another Hypnosis Wave, placing Clarice under hypnosis once more. One command: she would never submit. Another: she would return here around 2 p.m. tomorrow. And the last: she could not stray from the village without Hypno.
"Hypno... what do you mean by never submitting...?"
"Huh? Oh, just... if she ends up submitting because she's drowned in pleasure, that wouldn't be true remorse or redemption, right? I want this bitch to repent for her mistakes with her mind intact."
"I see..."
'Plus, if she doesn't submit, I can enjoy her for longer in all sorts of ways.'
"Wintineas~ Let's head back, grab some dinner, and make up for all that lovey-dovey sex we missed today!"
"Yeah... ♥"
Hypno released the Hypnosis Wave, then, in a rare act of goodwill, cast Power Clean on Clarice before heading off to the inn with Wintineas.
"Ugh..."
As soon as the two left, Clarice, finally able to move, shot to her feet.
"Damn it!"
Thud! In her rage, she stomped the ground right there on the spot.
She wanted nothing more than to chase after Hypno and hurl a dagger at him this instant. But even with her fury toward Hypno refusing to fade, Clarice knew better. She couldn't beat him right now—and if she showed any more defiance, she might end up in that disgusting situation again.
Grit...
Clarice seethed with anger. Part of it was losing her virginity, and her first kiss to that fat, repulsive middle-aged man. But above all, what enraged Clarice the most was...
'Fuck... fuck. Why... why the hell did I feel it, goddamn it...!'
While being violated by that middle-aged man, it wasn't pain or disgust—it was the natural sensation every female possessed. The pleasure of being conquered and ravished by a male.
At first, her mind overflowed with curses fueled by rage and revulsion. But as time passed, her pussy—her body—began accepting the man. Even as her mind utterly rejected him, her body, hypnotized to seduce and provoke males with all its might, welcomed him fully. That pleasure seeped into her cursing mind.
'Pull out right now, you pig oink♥ Ugh♥ You pig... bastard! Aaah♥ Oof♥'
No matter how viciously she tried to spew insults in her head, the crashing waves of pleasure kept interrupting her.
And it only worsened with each successive man. By the second one after the middle-aged creep, the female ecstasy hit her the moment he first thrust in.
'No way... I refuse to admit it...! Me, feeling it? From those lowly commoner scum? Impossible! Right, this is... this is all that damn fatass's fault! Just like he paralyzed my body... he must've tricked me into feeling it from those shitty commoners. Yeah! That's it! And this...! This...!'
Clarice glanced down at the yinmun engraved on her lower abdomen.
A pink yinmun patterned with a lock motif. As a seasoned adventurer, Clarice knew exactly what it was.
'Engraving a filthy thing like this on someone's body... Yeah, that's why I felt it. It couldn't be helped. Just you wait, you fucking bastard... I'll... I'll kill you for sure. And to do that...'
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Clarice rose early the next morning and wandered the streets in the worst mood imaginable.
"Damn it..."
Why the worst mood? Because while washing herself last night, she'd remembered the semen leaking from her pussy.
It suddenly gushed out, staining her black panties. Panicking, Clarice had dug into her pussy with her own fingers to scoop it out.
'Fuck, it's not like I'll get pregnant or anything... ugh♥'
"Oof♥ Ugh♥ Ah♥ Hnngh...♥"
And in the process, her pussy—hypersensitive after tasting so many men in a single day—gave her slutty moans of pleasure just from scraping out the cum.
The fact that she made such depraved sounds while doing it filled Clarice with utter disgust. And that disgust deepened when, that morning, the pleasure resurfaced—not to remove cum, but in her first deliberate masturbation, fingering her pussy out of sheer craving. Her pride was shattered.
The first taste of sexual self-pleasure. The joy of a female's pussy. For Clarice, who was basically a child in sexual matters, it was a sweet sensation impossible to shake off.
That's why she could never forgive Hypno for introducing her to that ecstasy in the worst possible way.
'I'll kill him...! I'll kill him...!'
Clarice harbored murderous intent toward Hypno. But she couldn't attack him directly—her body would freeze if she tried. She wasn't dumb enough to ignore that.
So, she devised another plan.
'If not me... someone else can kill him.'
As an adventurer with a hobby of pickpocketing, Clarice knew the seedy underbelly well. Including the existence of assassin guilds—organizations that would kill for the right price.
She planned to hire them to off the bastard who'd humiliated her. But she had no intention of paying with her own money.
'I got caught off-guard yesterday, but... thinking back, that retard didn't notice when I stole from him. So I steal his money and head straight to the assassins!'
Clarice had zero plans to use her own cash for the hit.
'Die with your own money, you fuck... heh heh heh.'
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'Finally... found 'em.'
Clarice located Hypno and Wintineas around 11 a.m., just before lunch.
During that time, oblivious to her search, Hypno and Wintineas had eaten breakfast and holed up in their room for a cute Wintineas photoshoot followed by lovey-dovey sex, never stepping out.
But Clarice, unaware, had spent the morning prowling the streets for them.
'Money pouch... good, still on his belt.'
Confirming Hypno's pouch, Clarice crept closer.
"Hypno... what're you up to today...?"
"Wanna wander a bit first, grab lunch, then head back there around 2. Told that bitch to show up then."
'That bitch? Who's that? Whatever, none of my business.'
"Oh... yeah?"
"Yeah. And... hmm, gotta register as a party on paper at least."
'Party... meeting new party members, huh? Heh heh. Perfect. Let him get embarrassed in front of his new buddies for being broke.'
Clarice channeled all her strength, charging at Hypno swiftly and silently.
"Then I'll take her around and use her as my plaything however I want..."
Whoosh!
Mid-sentence, Clarice snatched Hypno's money pouch and bolted.
'Kyahaha! Yes! Got it! Take that, you dumb fatass! You'll see! You're as good as dead!'
She didn't know how much was inside yet. But her expert pickpocketing instincts told her it was at least silver coins—enough to hire a skilled assassin who could take out any average adventurer in one shot.
'Whatever's left, I pocket!'
Her rage at Hypno hadn't faded, but since he was doomed anyway, Clarice decided not to dwell.
"Huff...! Huff...! Huff...!"
How far did she run? She ended up in an alley at the village edge—near the assassin guild's base in Sliem. She figured she couldn't risk going further, so she paused at the entrance to catch her breath.
"This should be far enough. Let's see~ how much we got~."
Clarice opened the stolen pouch.
"Huh...? Ohhh... that guy's loaded."
She'd expected silver coins at best. But inside were far more valuable treasures—not silver, but 30 gold coins.
Gold coins gleaming not in silver, but brilliant gold. Commonplace in her noble days, but a fortune now. Clarice pulled a few out, feeling their weight.
'This heft... it's real.'
Realizing the pouch held genuine gold, Clarice's mood soared so high even her anger at Hypno softened.
"Heh heh heh, with this much, I'll even pray for his soul after he croaks~."
'Time to hit the assassin guild!'
As Clarice grinned wickedly and stepped forward—
"Hey."
Grip!
The hated voice that inflicted such humiliation on her—low and seething—rang out from behind as a hand clamped her shoulder.
"Eek!"
Clarice glanced at her seized left shoulder. A muscular hand. A faint glow emanated from it.
"Ohhh♥"
Her yinmun lit up, and her cervix throbbed wildly. Heat surged through her body, her pussy itching unbearably, vulgar impulses overwhelming her.
Legs giving out, Clarice dropped to her knees, spilling the gold coins and pouch.
Hypno picked them up, tucked the coins back in, and secured it to his belt before looking down at her.
"You ran pretty far."
"H-How... the hell...?"
"What'd you think? I noticed my waist felt light right away and scanned the area."
"What...?"
'Not just noticing the missing weight... he tracked me in that crowded street? Right away? I stuck to busy spots...'
"Ugh♥ Ohhh♥ Y-You...! What the fuck... did you do... to me...!"
"Huh? Just sent some simple~ mana to make you horny. Did I overdo it? Didn't think you'd collapse."
"Hngh♥ Huff♥ Y-You fucking... dog! You used this yesterday too, right? While I was getting fucked by that pig bastard, you did this shit...!"
'Yeah, that's why I felt it while that pig raped me...'
"Huh? What bullshit. I didn't use shit. Yesterday, I didn't trigger the yinmun horniness once."
"...What?"
"Just set it for no pregnancy and left the rest alone. Why would I make it easy for a bitch like you to feel good?"
"On the contrary..."
Hypno sneered at Clarice.
"Two hours straight, and you— a virgin— writhed like a total whore. And it wasn't acting; it was real! Noble my ass— you're a born slut."
"L-Liar...! No way! Me, a slut?!"
"You fucked six guys yesterday, didn't you?"
"That was you controlling my body, you fucking...!"
Slap!
"Ooooooh♥"
"Whoa, slapping hasn't worn off yet... but I can stack the horniness. Hmm, fun. Might as well change the setting— horny every slap."
Hypno kicked Clarice's side, flipping her onto her back on the ground. He touched the yinmun, overwriting the on/off trigger with a multi-trigger for stacked arousal.
Standing up, Hypno beamed innocently at her.
"Bit early, but... looking forward to playing with you. My. Toy. Bitch! Oh, gotta make sure you can't disobey first. Hypnosis~ Wave!"