Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: One Step to Completing the Toilet
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“Sit!!”
Splat!
In an instant, her scream echoed thunderously. Shin Nari collapsed to the floor in terror, her face twisted like a frightened child. The sound of her soft buttocks slamming harshly against the ground rang out.
Her face had drained of color from hearing that shout in her fragile state.
I quietly knelt down and stroked her head.
Pat pat.
“Good job, Toilet Bitch. That's how you obey from now on.”
She still looked dazed from the lingering shock, probably unable to grasp if this was a dream or reality, her body limp and powerless.
In fact, it seemed like she was having a panic attack—her breathing grew ragged, her face turning blue.
I knelt on one knee to meet her eye level.
- Squeeze.
Without a word, I pulled Shin Nari into my arms.
Gently.
‘Disgusting.’
“...Uh? Uuuh? Hah, hah—!”
“Good girl, our Toilet Bitch. You must have been so scared running into that monster out there all alone.”
But the voice coming from my mouth feigned utmost gentleness.
I infused warmth into my gestures.
I hugged her tightly, pressing her chest to calm her hyperventilation.
With no bra on, her marshmallow-soft breasts squished against my chest, changing shape. It felt pretty good, but right now, there was something more important.
“It's okay, it's okay.”
Right now, I was becoming her one and only protector to lean on.
The sole person who understood her suffering.
The responsible guardian she could entrust her safety to.
Pat pat.
I kept rubbing her back like soothing a crying child.
“Uh... uhhk... uhhheuk.”
Shin Nari started sobbing.
“Aww, there there, that must have been tough.”
Soon, she was bawling.
Her mind must be in an incredibly tangled state.
‘The lift-up method.’
A technique to force indebtedness by ‘saving’ the trainee who's been dragged to rock bottom.
Her mind might resist, but it won't be easy.
Because now that survival was assured, a massive flood of dopamine was surging through her brain.
When I heard the monster's roar, I'd rushed over in a panic, fearing she might die pointlessly. But its appearance wasn't entirely bad.
In fact, it was good.
Encountering a monster... Shin Nari had escaped death itself. Unlike the suffocating psychological torment of the blindfold punishment, this was a tangible, physical, compressed terror she'd fled from.
Something an ordinary person might never experience in a lifetime.
Most scuba divers who encounter sharks and survive experience ‘hysterical laughter.’ Their bodies tremble like leaves, yet the overwhelming pleasure chemicals from their brain—triggered by the joy of survival—make them burst into mad laughter.
In that state, where brain and body are soaked in neurotransmitters and hormones, reduced to mush, you offer ‘empathy.’ You give the human floundering in extreme isolation and despair the sensation of flesh touching flesh. The embrace, the enveloping security.
Even if that gift comes from her kidnapper, even if he's the one who shoved her into this hell in the first place, she'll inevitably sync with the dopamine in her brain and feel joy. That's how simple humans are.
“Good girl, good girl. You did so well, our Toilet Bitch. I'm so proud.”
Pat pat.
I kept stroking the back of the tear-streaked Shin Nari. Her body was warm, soft, and squishy. Women's bodies are truly wondrous. Even her back felt this tender.
“Hiyuuu... hiiiu...”
Her sobs gradually subsided, her body stabilizing in time with my touch.
‘Perfect.’
I could feel it.
Today's events would be etched into Shin Nari's mind forever.
Branded there like with a hot iron.
‘Disobey, and you'll suffer horrific punishment.’
‘No matter where this place is, wandering outside means facing monsters. The house is safe.’
‘Obey, and you'll be rewarded with brain-melting bliss.’
‘My safety... I can entrust it to this man, at least somewhat, right?’
All those impressions.
But this alone wasn't enough.
Smack!
‘Look at this.’
She thrust out her weakened arm and shoved me with all her might.
As if the last shred of dignity in her heart was rebelling, screaming she couldn't submit any further.
A stinging pain shot through my palm as I braced myself to avoid falling backward.
Drip.
“Huh...?”
A bit of blood seeped from my palm. Had the wound from grabbing the blade earlier reopened...?
Seeing the blood trickling from my palm, Shin Nari let out a dazed sound.
“Wh-why...? To save... me?”
The battle high was fading, and the burning pain started to set in.
My face twisted involuntarily.
Flinch!
She shuddered at her own instinctive action and my contorted expression.
What punishment would she get for this?
Would she face the blindfold punishment until she truly died this time?
Would Master abandon her for good now?
“S-s-s-sor-sorry, I-I'm sorry... F-forgive me...”
“It's okay.”
Stroke stroke.
I gently stroked the back of her head with my other hand.
“You're in shock right now, Toilet Bitch, so it's understandable. That ‘monster’ must have temporarily made you go ‘crazy,’ right? Isn't that it?”
No.
In truth, her state stemmed fundamentally from me, not the monster, and this reaction wasn't crazy—it was perfectly normal.
‘Kukukuk.’
But could you articulate that? Could you think rationally in your current state?
“Eh...? Y-yes... yes...”
I released the hug and looked into her eyes from close range. Her pupils shook violently. The corners of her mouth slackened, her expression melting.
Yes. You've stepped into a quagmire you can never escape.
Now.
Just one step left to the finale.
The finale to make Shin Nari, the Toilet Bitch, completely mine.
First, I treated Shin Nari's foot. Luckily, it wasn't deep enough to need stitches, so I disinfected it and dressed it.
Squeeze.
“Hngh—!”
A groan escaped as I tightly wrapped the compression bandage around the wound.
“Ta-da~ All prettied up!”
“Y-yes... hehe...”
Her expression screamed she never imagined receiving treatment like this from me before the world ended. Staring at the neatly bandaged foot in wonder, she wiggled her long, pale toes repeatedly.
“Hey now, don't fidget too much or it'll get infected!”
“O-okay...”
She'd become an obedient little child, listening so nicely.
The most basic and crucial principle of training: the ‘fear → pleasure’ process.
You instill overwhelming terror they can't resist on their own, then pull them from it, letting them taste pleasure.
That's how the trainee breaks.
Their self-esteem crawls in the dirt, making them feel like vermin. Their independence retreats, and psychological dependency on the Master grows.
They'll inevitably submit to irresistible fear, and the one who submits yearns for a savior.
When a savior truly answers their pleas and appears before them... the human worships them and savors the pleasure of submission.
Shin Nari had already experienced this twice.
I led Shin Nari down to the training room.
I had her follow behind me, and she did so on her own feet.
Good girl.
With the gynecological chair added, the room's layout had changed. Shin Nari looked confused at its surgical-table-like appearance. I washed my hands at the sink outside the iron-barred training room and checked the tools.
Clink.
As I moved, her eyes caught the metal tools on the cart to the right. She froze in shock, staggering back, but stopped short as if recalling my shout.
“A-are you going to k-k-k-kill me?”
“Haha, no way I'd kill our good Toilet Bitch. Now, time for the second principle, so you have to follow this too. Second: ‘Master never harms good children.’”
“M-Master never harms good children!”
“That's right!”
Stroke stroke.
“You're a good child, right?”
“Y-yes...”
I stroked her head. Her eyelids trembled slightly, but she was clearly accepting my touch now. She even seemed to lean into it a bit.
“Toilet Bitch, take off your pants.”
“Y-yes!”
She yanked them down the moment I commanded.
“Panties too.”
“P-panties too?”
She hesitated, still some psychological resistance there. I crossed my arms and stared silently.
“Uu...”
Shlick.
Drip—
Hm?
A thin strand stretched from where her pussy lips met. Her pussy was wet from all that had happened.
‘This bitch... she really has masochistic tendencies?’
If not, then the training was yielding results at an insane speed.
“Get on that chair.”
“See those leather straps? Spread your legs wide on the delivery table and wrap them around your thighs yourself.”
“U... uuu...”
She climbed up and spread her legs, but hesitated to restrain herself. The stirrups forced her legs over 100 degrees apart.
In short, sitting there meant her pussy and asshole fully exposed, legs splayed wide.
“Toilet Bitch, what was the first principle?”
Flinch!
“N-no resisting!!”
As I casually fiddled with the blindfold, she sprang into action, securing her thighs tightly as if nothing had happened.
“Good girl. You've improved so much, our Toilet Bitch. As a special treat, I'll leave your arms and neck free, so keep to the first principle till the end.”
“Y-yes! B-but this is...”
“You touched Master's body without permission, right? I was going to punish you... but then I thought, you've been such a good girl lately. So, punishment and reward at once. Plus, something to check.”
“Eh, eeh...?”
“Just lie there still.”
“Uuu...”
“Ah! Don't worry, this isn't rape or anything. You know that, right? I wouldn't do something like that.”
Rape? Kukuku. Ruining her with such a cliché method would be no fun.
“Uu... y-yes...”
Clink.
Every time the thin, long medical metal rod on the cart clinked, her thighs twitched.
“You know... that sticky stuff you called piss last time? Wanna find out if it really was?”
I'll shove in a perverse pleasure she's never known, never even imagined.