Take Responsibility and Train Me

Slurp! Hahhh...!

Geon, face buried in a steaming bowl of tteokguk, let out a cry of pure bliss. It took less than three minutes for the single-serving bowl to hit the bottom of the table.

"Shut it, Dark. This is soul food... no wait, tteokguk food. The broth is absolutely incredible."

Sitting across from him, Ceria trembled all over, still clutching her spoon.

The veins bulging on her forehead were stretched so taut they looked ready to burst at any moment.

"Fine, enjoy your meal... but now you answer my question."

"Oh, don't put your spoon down—have some yourself, Ceria. It's seriously good, I'm telling you."

"Do you actually want to die?!"

THUD—!

Ceria slammed her hand down on the table. The eyes of everyone in the restaurant turned toward them, but she paid no attention, glaring at Geon with eyes flashing red.

"Answer me. What was your real purpose in infiltrating the heart of the Neothera Alliance capital?"

"I told you. I came to eat tteokguk."

"The master of a Chief God-class Machine, dragging a battleship around with him, crossed territorial waters just to eat one bowl of rice cake soup?! Do you take me for an idiot?!"

"It's true, though... Dark, prove it for me."

"There, you see? I don't lie."

"You... you fraudulent hunk of scrap metal...!"

Ceria squeezed her spoon in a surge of boiling rage.

But in that instant, the muscles of her arms tensed, and the fabric of her military uniform pressed tight against her chest.

Ngh...!

Crackle—

A jolt of almost frightening pleasure shot up her spine and slammed into her mind.

The more she tried to suppress it, the more sensitive her nipples became, and every brush of her collar against them sent bursts of intense sensation radiating through her.

"Haaah... haah..."

Ceria's thighs shook as if convulsing, her waist buckled, and she swallowed dryly. The face that had flushed red with anger was now, in an instant, smeared with shameful pleasure and cold sweat.

"...Hm? Ceria, are you feeling sick? Your face is all red."

"Don't... pay attention to me...! Ngh, it's all your fault... haah...!"

Ceria bit her lip and struggled not to let go of her spoon. Her opponent was the vicious criminal who had broken her and the others into hell's bitches. She couldn't afford to show weakness here.

"You... you modified our bodies like that, and now you have the gall to sit there chewing and swallowing tteokguk right in front of me?"

"Modifications are modifications, and tteokguk is tteokguk."

"Haah...! You turned a person... into this demented mess?!"

"Well, I did warn you in advance to try your best to endure it."

Geon smirked shamelessly and downed the last of his broth in one gulp.

Ceria was so dumbfounded she could only pant for breath. Even with obscene sensations flooding her skull, this man's sociopathic attitude made her feel like her insides were about to turn inside out.

"You... I'm turning you over to Alliance Command right now. One tap on my terminal and the recon teams will come crashing in...!"

"So go ahead and report me."

Geon set his spoon down.

The lazy, easygoing glint in his eyes chilled over in an instant. It was the gaze of that overwhelming captain who had dominated the Dien fleet in the Private Room.

"If you report me, you do understand I could simply erase the Neothera Alliance as if it never existed, right?"

"...What did you say?"

"I don't like being taken in, and I like people getting in my way even less. I get angry when I can't have what I want. So if by some chance the Alliance does capture me, I'll warp the battleship straight up above this city and start blasting the main cannon in every direction."

Geon added in a cold voice,

"Countless innocent civilians will die, and you'll be sobbing about how it was all your fault. ...But since you bought me tteokguk, I'd rather not do that."

Ceria let out a suppressed moan and asked in a trembling voice,

"Then... at least restore my body to how it was!"

"You'd have to come to the Dien fleet for that, and I'm not exactly eager to invite you back."

"How am I supposed to live like this...!"

"Not my problem."

Geon drained the last of his broth, set the bowl down neatly, and rose from his seat.

"I've eaten well, so my business on Neothera is finished. I'm heading back to the battleship."

I can't just let him walk away...!

Ceria's mind tangled itself in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knots.

If she reported this criminal and tried to capture him, the entire Neothera capital would be reduced to ash, yet letting him go free like this made her feel like she'd go mad from the injustice. Worse, he was the only force she could call on if the Alliance ever faced a truly fatal crisis—and the only key that could restore her broken body to normal.

If she lost him now, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

The moment Geon moved to step away, Ceria clutched at her chest and shouted.

"Then you... you have to repay me!"

"Pardon?"

"Back on Orbital-04, you bought me skewers and saved my life... and this time I bought you tteokguk, so that means you owe me a repayment, doesn't it?!"

Geon smirked and scratched his jaw.

"So this time too, I just help you out once when a dangerous moment comes?"

"How am I supposed to know when that'll happen! Repay me right now!"

"What, you want me to hand over my battleship technology? That's a no."

"...!"

"I could give you a receiver so you can call when your life's in danger. That would make more sense, wouldn't it?"

Ceria chewed her lip raw. An obvious pretext like a technology negotiation wouldn't be enough to keep him tied down. She had to seize the initiative, whatever it took.

"The repayment is... give me time to think it over! I bought the tteokguk, so the right to decide the repayment belongs to me!"

"The right to leave belongs to me. Once you've decided on your repayment, contact me."

Geon pulled a small receiver from his pocket, tossed it casually onto Ceria's table, and walked out of the restaurant.

Ceria frantically pulled her wallet from her civilian coat pocket, threw the payment onto the table, and dashed outside to block Geon's path.

"Tomorrow too... I'll buy you tteokguk tomorrow too, so give me time to decide on the repayment!"

In that instant, Geon's eyes sharpened like a blade.

"Stop being a nuisance. Bother me one more time, and this time I really will erase you."

The bone-chilling killing intent sealed Ceria's throat for a heartbeat. This man was a monster who could genuinely wipe her from existence. Her vision swam and terror crawled up her spine.

Geon's back receded into the crowd. Pedestrians flowed past on every side in the middle of the capital district.

Ceria bit her lip until it nearly bled—then, in an act of pure desperation, she raised her voice and shouted in the middle of the crowded street.

"Then as repayment... train me!"

"......!"

Geon's footsteps stopped dead, as if by magic. He turned around slowly, his face full of disbelief.

The instant Ceria caught sight of his flustered expression, something clicked. Her eyes went wide and she screamed even louder.

"If you trained me into your bitch, then finish the job and train me all the way! Take responsibility!"

Every passing Alliance citizen turned to stare at the two of them.

"Um... did she just say bitch...?"

"Training...? What on earth are they doing, out in public like this?"

As the commotion swelled, a panicked Geon rushed over to Ceria and clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Hey! Shut that mouth, will you?!"

"Mmph, mmph...! (You're going to train me, right? Say it!)"

"Okay, okay, just be quiet! I'll train you as repayment, so keep it down and stop drawing attention!"

Ceria smiled in victory through his fingers and smacked his hand away.

"Good. Then let's go to my place."

Ceria grabbed Geon by the sleeve and whispered in a low voice.

"If you're going to train me... you need somewhere quiet, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am~ yes ma'am~ let's go."

The front door had barely clunked shut before Ceria collapsed to the floor in a heap by the shoe rack.

All the bravado of screaming on a public street to be trained as his bitch was gone; her face burned crimson as she hung her head low. The vicious, belated dose of reality ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had finally caught up with her.

"Haah... what did I just do..."

"If this is how you were going to act, why did you put on that whole performance out on the street?"

It was so absurd that a bitter laugh escaped him.

The moment Ceria tried to turn her head in protest, he stepped up right behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into a back hug.

"Ngh...?!"

Sliide—

His hand slipped inside her civilian coat, seized ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her solidly swollen breast in one grip, and began kneading.

"Haaang...! W-wait... stop...!"

"Stop what, exactly? You're the one who threw a tantrum in the middle of the street and begged to be trained all the way, Ceria."

"Ahh... ngh...!"

"Lead the way to the bedroom. Where is it?"

When Ceria bit her lip and hesitated, he caught her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it tight.

"Aaang—?!"

"If you'd rather not cream yourself on the entryway floor and soak your pants, I'd answer quickly."

"Th-the room... in the back...!"

Tears of shame finally spilling over, Ceria pointed a trembling finger at the door at the end of the hall.

He pushed her into the bedroom, locked the door behind them, and dropped down onto the sofa beside the bed.

"Take off your clothes."

"...What did you say?"

"You said you wanted the training. Don't talk back to a single command."

With trembling fingers, Ceria began undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one. Her face was flushed, and her thighs quivered uncontrollably with shame.

Each piece of clothing that pooled at her feet revealed more of the smooth skin hidden beneath the coat—and the bare chest already swollen taut from the stimulation it had received.

True to a body remodeled by the Dien fleet's capsules, her nipples were already pushed to the peak of sensitivity by nothing more than the faint friction of the air.

He stepped in front of Ceria and, with his index finger and thumb, twisted and toyed with her perversely swollen, tender nipples.

"Haaang! Ah, ngh...!"

"Good. You may cum now."

The words had barely left his mouth before Ceria's body convulsed violently and wet nectar poured out from between her legs. Her neural pathways had reacted to his single short word of permission, forcing her straight to climax.

"Haa, haa...! That's impossible... from just one word...?!"

Ceria gasped for breath, horrified at her own body's reaction.

"This is why conditioning is so dangerous. Now, let's move on to the next stage."

"N-next...?"

I looked straight down at Ceria and gave the order in a cold voice.

"Commence nipple masturbation."

"Yes...?"

"From now on, whenever I give the command 'Commence nipple masturbation,' your response, Ceria, has exactly one correct form."

He leaned in close to her ear and whispered softly.

"You will shout, 'Bitch Ceria, commencing nipple masturbation!' and begin immediately. Do you understand?"

"S-saying something that humiliating...!"

"No stopping. Begin."

When Ceria only hesitated in a daze, he stepped forward, roughly hooked his fingers around her protruding nipples, and tugged ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them forward hard.

"Aaaaah! Ngh...!"

"Are you going to do it, or not? Keep pulling, then?"

Between the tearing pain of her nipples being stretched and the explosive pleasure slamming into her brain, Ceria's eyes rolled back white.

"Haa, hnn... I'll do it! I'll do it...!"

Completely broken by pleasure and terror, Ceria finally seized her own nipples with trembling fingers and shouted.

"Bitch... Ceria...! C-commencing nipple masturbation...!"

"Don't close your eyes."

Geon's frigid voice cracked against her ear. Unable to endure the shame, Ceria's squeezed-shut eyes trembled wildly before slowly, reluctantly opening.

Geon sat leaning back against the sofa, watching from above with cold eyes as Ceria twisted her own breasts on the bed.

"Do it while looking straight at me. And report exactly what you're doing."

"Haa... ngh, wh... what did you say...?"

"Didn't you hear? I said to tell me in your own words what bitch Ceria is doing right now. If you stop, I'll pinch and pull those nipples again, so keep those hands moving."

The tears gathered in Ceria's eyes rolled down her cheeks, one by one.

Every time her own fingers pressed and twisted the tender, swollen nipples, the obscene sensitivity branded into her by the Dien fleet ran up her spine and rattled her brain. Even as the shame threatened to drive her insane, the space between her legs was already growing slick and wet.

"Cat got your tongue?"

The moment Geon's hand brushed her trembling thigh, Ceria jerked and cried out in panic.

"Ah, haaah...! Bitch... Ceria...!"

"And the rest?"

"I'm... I'm touching my own breasts... and feeling... p-pleasure... right now...!"

"More detail. Where are you feeling that pleasure?"

Ceria bit her lip until it nearly bled. She could hardly believe the filthy words spilling out of her own mouth. But Geon's icy gaze and the maddening, surging stimulation churning deep inside her body were paralyzing her reason completely.

"Ngh... my nipples are... getting so hard... and every time my fingertips touch them... haaang! My, my nipples are tingling so much... it feels so good I'm going out of my mind...!"

"Very well done."

Geon smirked and lightly ruffled Ceria's hair.

Under that imperious touch, Ceria's eyes went white and her back arched deep. The knowledge that she was crumbling into a perfectly controlled bitch in the palm of this man's hand brought a crushing wave of self-loathing—but her body converted even that shame into blazing pleasure and vented it outward.

"Haa, haa... m-my climax... please allow it...! Master...!"

The word Master burst out of her before she even realized it, and Ceria, startled by herself, hurriedly clapped a hand over her mouth.

But Geon did not miss that shameful moment of surrender, and murmured low against her ear.

"Good. Go ahead and cum."

"Aaaaaang—!"

The instant his short word of permission fell, Ceria's body bucked like something convulsing and was swallowed whole by a violent climax.

"Commence nipple masturbation."

"Haa, haa...! G-give me just... just a moment to rest, please...!"

Ceria, still shivering with the aftershocks, panted and pleaded. Her eyelids fluttered wildly, and the space between her legs was so slickly drenched that she needed time just to collect herself.

But Geon paid her pleading no mind whatsoever and rose slowly from the sofa. As he took a step toward her, there was no trace of compromise in his eyes.

"Rest? Did you think a bitch in training gets scheduled breaks?"

As Geon closed the distance, Ceria hurriedly scrambled upright. Afraid the tearing pain and the cruel pleasure boring into her brain would come surging back, her fingers moved on instinct, twisting her nipples into her grasp again.

"N-no, wait! I'll do it! I'll do it...!"

Even gasping for breath, Ceria began frantically working her trembling fingers.

"Bitch... Ceria...! C-commencing nipple masturbation...!"

"Good. Don't stop—keep reporting while you go."

"Haaaah! Bitch Ceria is... just as M-Master commanded... squeezing her breasts... nngh...! heading toward climax again aaah...!"

Ceria's thighs convulsed like something gone mad. The stimulation piled onto a body still at the peak of sensitivity from the climax she'd just had, and an explosive pleasure that felt like her brain was melting swept over her entire body.

"Aaaaang—!"

Ceria's back bowed like a drawn bow, and her wet nectar splattered across the bedroom floor.

Hit by intense climaxes back to back, Ceria crumpled to the floor beside the bed, her eyes unfocused and glassy.

"Haa... haa... ngh..."

Geon looked down, indifferent, at Ceria sprawled and drooling on the floor, and gave his order.

"That mess you made on the floor. Lick it up clean with your tongue."

"Haah... yes...?"

"Did you not hear me? If you soil the floor in front of your Master, you clean up your own mess with your tongue."

Ceria stared at the fluids soaking into the floor, her face burning red. A crushing wave of humiliation washed over her—her pride as a soldier and her dignity as a human being shattering all at once. But her already-branded body was incapable of defying Geon's cold command.

Still sprawled on her stomach, Ceria stretched her red tongue out toward the nectar she had spilled.

Lap—

"Ngh... haa..."

At the shameful, obscene sensation of her own fluids sliding into her mouth, Ceria swallowed dryly and rubbed her tongue across the floor.

"Report while you clean."

"Bitch... Ceria..."

Dragging her tongue down across the floor, Ceria continued her report in a trembling voice.

"Just as Master commanded... I am cleaning up the nectar I spilled myself... with my tongue... making it all clean... and while I lick... it's so humiliating I think I'm going insane..."

"Good posture."

Geon gently pressed his hand down on Ceria's head as she lay face-down on the floor, tongue out, lapping up her own nectar—and smirked.