Leona's Twisted Fetish: Craving Semi-Forced Violation While Squirting from Her Alboji
‘What a goddamn mess. The mother gets sold off, and so does the daughter.’ The Bayern family saga was the ultimate trainwreck. It all began when Beatrice’s family collapsed under a mountain of political scandals. Desperate for both vast sums of money and the muscle to carry out assassinations, they turned to Werner Bayern, the then-supreme commander of the mercenary nation Tuyranos. In exchange, Werner demanded Beatrice herself—after all, as a fallen royal, he needed the prestige of marrying into an imperial noble house to step into high society and secure bigger, more stable contracts. The payoff? Becoming the autonomous region under Memphis.
‘Leona really takes after her mother’s personality.’ Even after her family sold their youngest daughter just to save themselves, Beatrice refused to break. Surprisingly, she accepted the situation with surprising positivity at first, throwing herself into everything she could do as a member of the fallen Bayern dynasty. Her drive became especially fierce after Leona was born. Though she never showed it, she must have been terribly lonely after the marriage. Having someone who was truly hers must have felt like a lifeline.
‘Goddamn Werner and Louis… those fucking bastards. They were clearly designed by the developers to spike the player’s blood pressure.’ But of course, a tragic “ruined family” story was never going to stay happy. There was no room for dreams or romance in that genre—the whole point was stomping on the protagonist’s happiness to milk dopamine. So naturally, there had to be a troublemaker to drag the heroine into the abyss. That pair of idiots—Leona’s father Werner Bayern and his cousin Louis Bayern—were exactly those people. Louis was a pure sociopathic villain. Werner, on the other hand, was the truly cancerous type: incompetent yet overflowing with ego. Their combined idiocy dragged Beatrice and Leona straight into ruin and despair.
‘Watching Leona walk the same path must have been what finally snapped Beatrice’s last thread of sanity. With everything already piled up, the collapse came at roller-coaster speed.’ The trigger was Werner colluding with his cousin Louis to sell their daughter Leona to Memphis’s lunatic prince, Antoine. He couldn’t bear to lose the comfortable life of the autonomous region and had started craving even greater heights. But what Beatrice had wanted most was for her daughter—her very reflection—to live a life different from her own. That single hope had been the only thing holding her crumbling mind together. And Werner sold their teenage daughter anyway. It was a miracle she didn’t go insane right then.
‘At that age, no matter how incompetent the father was, cutting ties should have been possible.’ In her late teens, Leona still wanted to hold on to both parents. There had been a brief period in her very early childhood when the three of them had been genuinely happy together. She believed that if she completed every filthy mission perfectly and earned Memphis’s recognition, she could turn back time. Then her mother and father would reconcile.
‘Oh damn… with that silhouette, the R-19 mode must be something else.’ But Leona’s hopes met a cruel end. She spent most of her time on long-term assignments, while Werner and Louis hid Beatrice’s worsening mental state under the excuse of “managing Leona’s condition.” When Leona finally returned home at twenty after months away, she witnessed something horrifying: her mother, driven mad by depression, having frenzied sex with a Mohican barbarian in the bedroom.
‘Tsk… even thinking about it again, the despair dopamine is still insane.’ A mother shattered beyond repair. A daughter who had failed to protect her. At barely twenty, Leona was too young to rationally process right and wrong or find a proper solution. Though her body was twenty, her unstable home life had left her emotionally stuck in the relatively stable days of her childhood. That was probably why her unconscious defense mechanism rewrote the memory, turning twenty-year-old Leona into the younger version of herself.
‘At this point, I wonder if the clever Louis deliberately left Leona alone so he could use her more effectively later. The real mastermind is probably that sociopath Antoine. It’s a perfectly plausible theory.’ Werner, who had also returned from the assignment that same day, witnessed the same scene. The idiot couldn’t control himself and killed both Beatrice and the barbarian on the spot. Of course, they announced a different cause of death for the wife. To survive, Leona rewrote her memories: her mother had been raped by an intruding barbarian and died trying to protect her young daughter. It was an obviously flimsy story—how could a single barbarian infiltrate that place?—but Leona threw herself into work like a madwoman and directed all her hatred toward the Mohican barbarians to distract from the holes. That twisted madness eventually led her to the hero-grade fortuitous encounter.
‘Back when I played the game, I soothed her with pure love. The man who heals the ruined villainess through genuine affection. God, that was some serious romance.’ The core truth was this: Leona herself knew the real story. She simply couldn’t bear to look at it out of fear. When people are afraid, they shift blame and cling to someone else. She shifted the blame onto the Mohican barbarians and clung to whoever was convenient at the time—first her father after her mother’s death, then her uncle Louis and fiancé Antoine after her father died. Using that insight, I became the person she could rely on during The Guide. I pulled her away from the influence of scum like Louis and Antoine, helping her gradually accept reality like a soft landing.
‘Kuh… that was my original love motto.’ Now you understand why Leona was my favorite? The ruined-pure-love flavor was so strong it drove me crazy. I planned to enjoy that same taste even after possessing the body. Of course, my capture method looked idiotic, but the roadmap was exactly that.
‘But seriously, is she turning into an even more ruined psycho, Leona?’ Leona had become someone beyond saving. Or rather, I had made her that way.
‘Her fetish is wanting to be semi-forced into violation. And her sexual desire is vigorous toward Geum Taeyang, so she wants me to do it.’ After watching my intense sex with the Great Mother, Leona had screamed and fainted. Then she started thrashing as if having a nightmare. I gave her a lap pillow again and sang a sweet lullaby. Sure enough, liquid poured from between her legs. I thought the bitch was pissing like a dog again and checked in irritation—only to find it was love juice. When I used the Transcendent’s Eye, the status window confirmed it. Her fetish was pure art.
‘Without Celestial Insight and the Casanova trait, it would’ve taken years just to interpret this status window. It’s a fetish and status window that perfectly reflects Leona’s ruined inner self. At this point, we’ve gone past ruined-family drama into straight-up horror.’ “Semi-forced” meant exactly what it sounded like—being made to do it because there was no other choice, whether through blackmail or some inescapable circumstance. Leona’s entire life had been exactly that. She had done assassin work to restore her once-happy family. Even while suffering trauma, she had lived under her father Werner, then under her uncle Louis and fiancé Antoine.
Leona had grown accustomed—addicted, really—to nearly ten years of that semi-forced existence. People might ask what was addictive about such a shitty life, but it was the dopamine of self-pity. That was why ruined-family stories were popular: they flooded the reader with self-pity dopamine. Of course, Leona wasn’t enjoying it so much as being dragged along by the addiction.
‘And now that stimulus has been replaced by sex. Even though it’s my own creation, it’s impressive.’ So why had sex become the medium? Originally, Leona’s route was about gradually understanding her mother Beatrice’s situation and accepting it. But the current situation was different. She had completely taken her mother’s side.
‘How perfectly must my sex with the Great Mother have recreated Beatrice’s experience back then…’ She had mentally time-traveled back to that moment under hypnosis. She was sharing her mother’s feelings, the deep resentment her mother had built up during sex. So now Leona also wanted to vent like her mother had. Unconsciously, the thought “Mother was right” was surfacing in Leona Bayern’s mind.
‘In the end, it all comes down to trust and absolute dependence on me. That’s just the physiology of a ruined-family character with shattered self-esteem, isn’t it?’ Leona had now fully accepted the truth surrounding her. She had always known it but had simply refused to face it. She had acknowledged that her father Werner was selfish and incompetent, that her uncle Louis had been gaslighting and using her like a dog, and that her fiancé Antoine was a psychopath who gave her dirty jobs. If she were still emotionally dependent on them, this would have been impossible. The status window showed she was dependent on me—because I had revealed her mother’s truth and stayed by her side during the resulting panic.
‘But because the fear is so great, she’s clinging in this twisted, non-normal way.’ Leona’s self-esteem was still shattered. The guilt over failing to save her mother had actually grown worse. The trauma from all the people she had killed as an assassin remained. In other words, her self-destructive tendencies born from fear were still there. This grotesque relationship with me was her way of fulfilling them.
‘This could make for one hell of a psychology thesis.’ The cooking was done. All that remained was to eat. The dish was extremely delicate, so it would still require care.
“You perverted bastard! Staring at a fainted woman’s private parts like that!”
Leona hurled abuse at Geum Taeyang. It was strange for someone who trusted and relied on him to speak so harshly, but this wasn’t really directed at him. Everything self-destructive people did ultimately became self-harm. This, too, was her scolding herself.
“Tch. There wasn’t much worth looking at anyway.”
Thud, thud, thud. Geum Taeyang ignored her and coolly walked back to stand in front of Leona.
“Wh-what did you say?”
Leona flared up. She had every reason to, but now she flared up because she had feelings for the man named Geum Taeyang.
“While you were unconscious, this Mohican chieftain thought about many things. How should I deal with this useless thing? Shoving it straight into your pussy probably won’t even taste good.”
Thud! Sitting on a chair, Geum Taeyang delivered a vicious insult to the flustered Leona. A shiver ran through her body.
‘Kuh! Why is my body reacting like this??’
That was exactly what made Leona feel it. Wanting to be semi-forced already contained all sorts of masochistic elements.
‘Why is something strange coming out from down there…!’
Drip, drip, drip…! Drip…! Drip, drip, drip…!
Listening to Geum Taeyang’s sharp insults, Leona reached the point of squirting love juice from her alboji. She couldn’t understand it. Her unconscious mind was completely broken, so her surface consciousness hadn’t accepted it yet.
‘But soon the “why” won’t matter. She’s lived that way all along.’ Geum Taeyang knew she would soon focus only on the pleasure.
“Thinking about it, what you said makes sense. If I keep holding you, your absence in the enemy camp will cause us trouble.”
For now, Geum Taeyang pushed her away. This was the push.
‘He’s… going to send me back just like this? Send me… back…?’
Because Leona had already acknowledged that her dead father and current leader Louis were bastards, she now wanted to depend on Geum Taeyang. Being sent back like this was essentially being abandoned.
“Kuk…! You’re only admitting it now. By the way, this chieftain is pretty incompetent. Capturing someone as valuable as me and achieving nothing.”
Leona raised the corner of her mouth with an expression she couldn’t control and provoked Geum Taeyang. She hoped that by irritating him, he might change his mind about sending her back.
“But it would be too unfair to just let you go. I put in a lot of effort, and in the end, this Morion mine will be exposed.”
Geum Taeyang immediately pulled her back in.
‘I-it worked!’
Leona cheered inwardly without realizing it.
“So I’ve decided. I’m going to use you, Leona, as a spy. A spy for both Tuyranos and Memphis.”
Thus, Geum Taeyang’s first chapter in destroying Memphis was revealed.