Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Anna's Bangs Can't Be Easily Lifted
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Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Nngh! Hnngh, ha!"
'Did the remote fall to the floor and hit the max button?!'
Judging by the intensity, it seemed to be the MAX level she'd never pressed before.
'I've got to get out of this...!'
Her legs were bound with rope and hoisted up, and the repeated climaxes had drained all strength from her body, making escape nearly impossible.
On top of that, her body was reacting to the overwhelming ferocity—far beyond any previous setting—leaving her unable to move.
"Haaah!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The dildo pistoning back and forth was moving so fast it blurred into a long rod.
Its merciless, machine-like thrusts felt less like masturbation and more like torture designed to break a human.
"Nngh! Hnngh! Hrgh! Ha! Haaang!"
She knew it had to stop, yet she obediently let her pussy be ravaged, her moans spilling out uncontrollably.
Dania's mind was swept away in the relentless waves of pleasure, lost without a thought.
"Ah, no... stop! It has to stop... Nngh, aaaang!"
An sudden orgasm made her hips buck as she convulsed.
But the dildo paid no heed to her state, continuing its piston motion without pause.
"Kgh, I'm cumming! Haaht!"
With no way to resist an opponent that wouldn't communicate, she let out another sweet cry.
Each time the dildo plunged between her flushed labia, love juices splattered across the bedsheets.
It was an act to satisfy primal urges, but using a human-made machine made dildo masturbation profoundly human.
"Nn, nnhaa! Ha! Hrgh! Haagrgh!"
Yet Dania had unwittingly become a beast in heat.
Her nipples rigidly erect, her breasts jiggled as her inner walls clenched tight.
The dildo, unaffected by any of it, never halted its mechanical pistoning, drawing her ever closer to savagery.
"Hrgrgh! Uh! No... the pleasure's too intense...! Hnngh! I'm going crazy!"
She knew better than anyone that her partner was just a machine.
And naturally, she held no emotions toward such a device.
But purely from the pleasure it delivered, Dania felt an unparalleled bliss.
It was a far cry from her past belief that sexual ecstasy required love.
Of course, it wasn't so much a change in her thinking as the machine's intensity overwhelming her.
"Uh! Ugh! Uh! Haaht, haaa!"
Another orgasm hit, but the dildo showed no mercy, not slowing for a second.
In the face of its pitiless, torturous motions, fear began to creep into Dania's pleasure-wracked heart.
The terror of being forced to climax endlessly.
'If this goes on forever, I'll lose my mind! I have to escape...!'
She flailed her arms desperately, trying to move her body.
But with the dildo thrusting so deep, it was impossible to budge easily.
Above all, the unwanted pleasure kept interfering with her actions.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Kgh, hng!"
Concentrating as hard as she could, she stretched her arm upward.
Her hand fumbled toward the rope binding her ankles.
But it was tied too tightly to loosen easily.
"Haagrgh!"
In the end, another climax made her drop her ankle.
Even mid-orgasm, the pistoning continued, making it hard to regain her senses.
'Still... I can't give up!'
Dania reached out again.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The dildo was still relentlessly ravaging Dania's insides.
"Hnngh, hnn... haa... ah."
She lay there half-unconscious, meekly leaking faint moans.
She had no idea how many hours had passed.
But outside the window, night had given way to the gradual light of dawn.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The maid's form was pathetic.
Like a marionette with severed strings, her body dangled limply as she gasped.
One rope had actually snapped, lowering a leg, but by then Dania was already half out of her mind.
The bedsheets were soaked through with her sweat and juices.
And the staining fluids weren't all— a faint sour scent wafted up as well.
"Nngh, hnngh... aa... haagrgh!"
Dania's nearly insensate body twitched.
At that moment, the mechanical whir slowed, and the dildo finally stopped.
The battery had run out.
"Uh, hnngh! Haa..."
Still lost in endless orgasmic haze, Dania couldn't even rejoice at the end of her climax hell—she simply passed out.
"Hahk..."
Thankfully, she came to after just a short while.
Whether it was her desperate will not to be caught that woke her, she couldn't say.
Either way, dragging her exhausted body, she hurriedly cleaned the room, averting disaster from anyone seeing the mess.
'If it hadn't been a mana battery, I would've been in real trouble.'
Imagining getting caught by the Young Lady or another servant sent chills down her spine.
'I never could've stayed by the Young Lady's side again...'
She'd face her master's contempt, and her self-loathing would've shattered her mind.
Yet even after heaven and hell, Dania's gaze lingered on the dildo.
'...It was a sensation I'd never felt before.'
Even after all that, her core throbbed anew.
Her body—no, perhaps her heart too—was already anticipating the next "training" session.
"Like this?"
"Yeah, a bit sharper..."
After class, I was on the rooftop with Anna, prepping for the practical exam.
We'd scattered sand from the school flowerbeds and were practicing manipulating it with mana.
"Hmm... not quite."
"Try holding your breath. It helps when you're not used to focusing mana yet. ...Probably."
"...Oh. It actually works?"
Anna had gladly accepted my plea for help.
She wanted me to stay at school just as much as Michelle did.
Anna had scored exactly 50 on the written exam, she said.
Just enough to pass without drawing attention—right in the middle.
After several sessions training with Michelle and Anna, the mood was great.
They could've gotten frustrated with my slow progress due to the stat reduction debuff, but both kindly helped with practice.
"I could barely make one cube before."
Now she was shaping two cubic sand boxes at once.
The edges weren't sharp enough, but it was huge progress.
"I-Ian..."
I turned at her call, but Anna avoided my eyes.
She'd grown more comfortable around me, but her shyness lingered.
"Yeah?"
"Um... I'm only good at mana manipulation, so for other magic, you'll need help from Teacher Michelle."
Anna knew I was learning from Michelle because I'd told her.
Michelle, however, didn't know Anna was helping me.
Anna was hiding her skills, so she hadn't mentioned it.
"It's fine. Pass one practical magic, and you're safe from expulsion, right?"
Magic types were diverse.
Destruction, mana manipulation, elemental, regeneration, summoning, and more.
In the practical, you demoed multiple types from one spot, scored on each.
Pass the minimum on just one, and no expulsion.
A generous first-year standard.
Painful that I had to practice like this on my own time, though.
Anyway, I'd go all-in on mana manipulation for the practical.
With genius Anna by my side, and it'd help with enchantment magic once I got used to handling mana.
"R-really? I didn't know..."
"Didn't you hear the teacher say it at morning roll call?"
Anna's face flushed as she went "Ah!"
"I was... imagining getting it from Master then..."
What? Teasing me again?
Better wrap practice quick and spoil her properly.
As that thought crossed my mind, Anna's eyes caught my gaze.
She always kept them half-hidden under long bangs, so it was precisely those obscured eyes.
...Come to think of it, she said in Michelle's office that her face wasn't great.
She seemed insecure about her looks.
But I couldn't understand why.
During our times together, I'd glimpsed her full face a few times by chance, and each time, I thought she was seriously cute.
"Cute" is often a polite fallback for average looks.
But I meant it sincerely.
Unlike my ex's sharp eyes, hers were big and round, puppy-like.
Honestly, a shame to hide them.
"Anna."
"Yeah?"
"Ever thought about cutting your bangs or pinning them up?"
"Th-that's... because I'm ugly... Eye contact's hard too..."
"Eye contact aside, you don't seem ugly? Show me."
"Ah, no!"
As my hand reached for her bangs, she panicked and whipped her head away.
But the motion briefly lifted them, revealing her eye.
"Whoa, just saw it. Cute, why hide?"
"R-really...?"
"Yeah. Super cute."
"..."
Surprised, she fidgeted with her lips before speaking.
"But compared to the teacher or Selena..."
Why does she always compare to top-tier?
And Anna had her own unique charm those women lacked.
"Different styles, that's all. You're plenty pretty."
"...Y-yeah."
Not used to compliments, she hesitated before a short reply.
"So no need to hide."
"N-now's embarrassing, maybe later..."
Her face red as a carrot—I couldn't hold back.
Closing the distance silently, she shrugged her shoulders.
"Pr-practice..."
"Rejecting me now?"
"N-nooo..."
Ever-ready Anna switched to bitch-in-heat mode instantly.
"You helped so much today—I'll be super rough as a reward."
"Yesss...♡"
I stripped off her uniform, unbuttoning her blouse one by one.
As I went to pull down her bra, her phone rang.
"M-Master..."
"It's fine. Answer it."
Anna nodded, holding the phone to her face.
"Yeah, sis..."
-Anna, where are you?
Sounded like the woman from the alley.
With us so close, I heard her voice clearly without straining.
"At school now..."
-Still? Oh, club activities?
"Not that, but..."
-Then why still at school? Go straight home after. Planning to hang out?
"No..."
It felt less like talking to a sister and more like a nagging mom.
A very meddlesome one.
Anna's voice was meek, subdued.
-Then? Students go home after school. What're you doing?
"St-studying late with a friend..."
-Oh... Sorry. Didn't realize. I overreacted again.
"No, it's fine..."
The exchange and Anna's demeanor suggested this wasn't a one-off.
"Where are you, sis?"
-Still at work. Heading home soon.
"Oh..."
-Anyway, it'll get dark—stop studying and come home.
"Yeah."
The mood after hanging up was awkward.
Like she'd shown a side she didn't want seen—her expression darkened.
"Sorry, Master... Not today..."
Guess I'd be considerate this time.
"Nah, it's okay. Next time."
Her dejected nod hurt like seeing an injured puppy.
"Next time, no excuses."
"Y-yes..."
Fixing her clothes, Anna left the rooftop with longing eyes.
"Hm..."
Separate from her usual timidity, that wilted look was new.
No right to meddle in family matters, but her fragile image in my mind made me want to help.
Not that I could do much, so I focused on the task at hand.
"..."
Reviewing Michelle and Anna's lessons, I gathered mana—but it wouldn't cooperate.
I practiced alone until full dark before heading back to the dorm.
A few days later at school.
For PE, I and the other students gathered on the field.
"Today we're doing catchball."
The PE teacher addressed the lined-up students.
"Everyone knows catchball? Two people stand apart, toss and catch a baseball. Builds shoulder strength, and good form for accurate throws helps balance. First, posture demo..."
After explaining, the teacher told us to pair up.
I headed toward Anna.
From always being the loner partnering with the teacher, now I could ask someone—moving.
My school life had improved since enrollment.
Classmates who'd kept distance had softened, thanks to my public "forgiveness" of Selena's apology.
They saw me as big-hearted and tolerant, no longer avoiding me.
Not close enough for PE partners with any girls, though.
As I approached Anna, a sharp voice came from behind.
"Ian Drakhin."
"Huh?"
Turning dumbly, Selena stood there.
"Would you partner with me?"
Classmates murmured, but Selena ignored them.
Not her true feelings, but on the surface we'd reconciled, so pairing seemed natural—her expression said.
Mine was more subtle.
...What scheme was this snake woman plotting?
Resentment from her outing lingered; probably plotting revenge.
But with Angela holding her back, she couldn't attack openly—only childish pranks.
"Sure."
Curious what she had in mind, I agreed to observe.