Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Confession 0: First Attempt
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She'd followed me all the way here without the slightest hesitation, even after spotting the front door earlier. And even setting that aside, if she still harbored any thought of rebelling against me, there's no way she wouldn't have sunk her teeth into my cock while shaking her head like that.
A woman who obediently gulped down every thick spurt of cum I blasted into her mouth, until her cheeks were puffed out like balloons.
"Toilet Bitch."
"Hehe... Yes!"
She responded, purring like a cat as she entrusted her neck and head to my hands. Just a little pressure from me, and this slender white neck would snap. She's completely surrendered herself to me.
"I've got a question for you. Answer me honestly."
"Yes! Anything... I'll answer everything, Master!"
"Toilet Bitch, is there anything about me you don't trust? Any reason you still can't fully accept me as your Master?"
I waited three seconds... five seconds after asking. No reply came.
Tremble tremble tremble tremble tremble
I tilted my head to peer at Shin Nari's profile, and her lips quivered in a panic as some mumble tickled my ear.
"G-g-good, good girl, good girl, I'm a g-good girl, good toilet, f-f-for-give me, please forgi—"
Is this what happens when a person's mind reaches 65 Wear?
Well, simply put, if you compare it to physical injury, only 35% of her intact body remains.
No wonder she's like this.
So what happens when Wear hits 100? Death from mental shock-induced heart failure or a nervous system seizure... something like that? Anything over 90 probably means she can't even maintain a human form anymore.
Is there no way to lower Wear?
I need to manage this carefully.
Squeeze—
Knead knead♡
"Haht♡?"
From behind, I hugged Shin Nari and buried my face in the side of her head while gently kneading her breasts. The slippery shampoo and body wash made for an exquisite texture.
True to her 67 Lewdness, her nipples stiffened almost instantly. I circled my finger around her areola.
"Ahht♡"
Lewd pleasure dominated her flesh,
and the hot, steamy heat rising from her pussy and nipples drove out the panic in her mind.
"I'm not asking because I plan to discard you. I'm genuinely curious. I want to make our Toilet Bitch even more perfect, completely mine. Don't you want to be mine too?"
"Y-yes♡ That's right, I'm Master's♡ Make me even more yours♡"
"Then think about it. Is there anything holding Toilet Bitch back from submitting to this Master?"
Knead knead
To help her focus, I moved my hands from her breasts and massaged the back of her neck and her back. After such an intense training schedule, her muscles must be knotted up tight.
"Haaang... Feels good, Master, hehe."
"Yeah, I'll keep massaging. Take your time and think."
A few minutes passed—
"Ah, ah! Th-there's... one thing... sort of..."
She looked terrified, eyes darting as she gauged my reaction.
Is she daring to ask if she can even say it?
"Th-there's one thing I'm curious about..."
"Speak."
She hesitated for a long while, but as I kept gently stroking and coaxing her head, she finally opened up.
"Wh-why... I wonder why... Why me? Ah, ahh, no! No, of c-c-course I'm so grateful you chose me as your toilet, made me into one, I love it so much! B-but...! Th-this is!"
Roll roll
"Ahht♡?"
"Calm down."
I rolled her nipple between my fingertips again, and she let out a heated moan as the panic subsided rapidly.
Slurp
"Haaang♡"
I thrust my tongue deep into the shell of her ear and licked her ear canal.
"Feeling calmer now? See? Your Master doesn't hate our Toilet Bitch. So tell me more."
"Ehehe, ehehehe♡"
Affection jumped by 2 out of nowhere. And Wear dropped by exactly that amount.
Ah, so that's how it works.
She's filling the gaps in her shattered mind with affection for me.
"So what I mean is... I was wondering what made me special, why Master chose me... I was just a regular person, an Awakener dropout who voluntarily left the Training Facility..."
Ah, so that's it.
No matter how much I crushed her emotions, corrupted her with lust, or instilled an unnatural dependency on me... as long as some minimal 'rational thinking' remained possible, that part would always nag at her.
The question of why.
Why was she receiving favor from 'Master' in this place?
What justified her being chosen?
The last lingering doubt in Shin Nari's heart.
Resolving that would max out the subjugation phase, huh.
In a way, it was a perfectly natural condition.
Could I truly call myself Shin Nari's Master when I kept half my face hidden, without boldly revealing my identity?
Could I say I'd dominated her?
No.
Fine then. I'll tell her.
But,
'mixed with truth and lies.'
My gut told me a clichéd motive like simple revenge for past school bullying wouldn't cut it.
Click
At some point, I pulled down the featureless mask I'd worn like a second skin every time I trained her.
"Haa—"
The steamy bathroom vapor kissed my stuffy facial skin. The fragrant body wash scent clung to my face like a thin veil, caressing my skin. A contented sigh escaped me unbidden.
"......Huh...?"
Shin Nari's jaw dropped nearly to the floor as she saw my face. Her eyes widened to the tearing point, pupils contracting from the sudden light influx. They quivered.
Her half-ruined brain absorbed the image on her retinas. Memories surged from between the synapses. In 21-year-old Shin Nari's mind, 19-year-old Shin Nari stirred. Her own forgotten misdeeds revived.
[F-fuck, that loser nerd... I was trying to be nice to him... Who the hell does he think he is? The nerve, ignoring me like that?]
Word was, Shin Yu-hyeon was an orphan. Always on the outskirts of the class, bristling like a hedgehog whenever anyone approached.
He was fundamentally different from the delinquents she'd hung with to avoid being ignored at school.
Despite his semi-curly hair, it had a great texture, glossy spikes shining. His sharp jawline and heavy aura evoked not the gloom of a back-row outsider, but the proud solitude of a lone wolf or wild dog.
It was a fresh thrill for her. So she approached.
At first, he didn't outright reject her. He just seemed annoyed. That only made her push harder.
[Hey, Yu-hyeon, what Shin clan are you from? Related to my family maybe? Older brother material? Ehehe. Should I call you oppa? Yu-hyeon oppa~]
[What Shin are you?]
[Me? Uh, let me think... Right, Pyeongsan Shin clan.]
[I heard my father's surname was some Shin clan. So no reason to call me oppa. Stop it.]
No matter how she tried to talk, he'd give minimal replies, and shut down any closer approach cold.
[Aww~ Come onnn~]
Smooth...
Feeling stubborn against a tree that wouldn't topple after ten strikes, she slyly slid her hand toward his thigh for skinship...
Smack!
[Don't touch my body.]
[W-what?]
By coincidence, it happened during class.
Whisper whisper
[Yo, Nari got shot down?]
[Whoa~ Confession 0: First Attempt]
[Pfft, they'll hear you.]
Shudder
Her face flushed beet red in an instant.
[Quiet. And Nari, focus—it's class time.]
[Grit... Yes.]
No family, no friends, not even teachers—he had no one close. The ultimate loner. His face was handsome enough that she'd wanted to get friendly, but he trampled her pure intentions like this?
In truth, it was less affection and more a base possessiveness lurking beneath, but that didn't matter to Shin Nari right now.
That was the day it started. The day she cozied up to Jin Kyung-pil and began ordering childish assaults.
The day she touched someone else first, then spread the false rumor that 'Shin Yu-hyeon assaulted Shin Nari for no reason.'
Crack!
[Gahk!]
[You fucking bitch, you dare lay hands on Nari?]
[M-misunderstanding, I told you—]
Thud!
[Urk!]
[Goddamn orphan, what do I do with you? Wanna die? You saying Nari lied?]
Unable to communicate, Shin Yu-hyeon just clutched his ribs and groaned in the corner.
Click
[Kyung-pil, move. I gotta draw on trash like this.]
[You're doing 'that' again? Tsk... Go easy.]
Sizzle!