Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Can't Focus Without Relief
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"If I don't feel refreshed... If I don't feel refreshed, I can't focus on training... Snuuup♡"
The next day, around noon.
"Gasp!"
Aurora jolted awake in shock, realizing she'd wasted the entire day sleeping, still covered in Shin Yu-hyeon's semen without even washing up properly.
"Th-this is bad!"
She hurriedly connected the black box to her laptop and transferred yesterday's footage, hitting play.
I have to analyze it quick. To boost my win rate even a little, I need to know my opponent inside and out.
Aurora focused intently on the video, not even taking a moment to wipe the dried semen from her face.
Watching opponent footage before a match was her routine, and that ingrained focus kicked in like habit.
But it didn't last long.
Audio leaked from the laptop.
There she was on screen, wriggling like a bug in that man's iron grip.
The sound boomed like a massive leather drum being struck—loud enough to pick up on the car black box mic—as the man's fist mercilessly pounded her belly, right where her most precious spot lay.
Her body hung limp... nothing but a plaything controlled entirely by the man's will...
"Ngh..."
Nod nod nod.
She saw herself nodding frantically at the man's deep, heavy voice, like some delicate girl who'd just been struck.
A position she'd never known since birth: the fragile woman's stance.
The dominated's place, where even breathing required a man's permission.
Her slender neck looked like it could snap in a second if he willed it.
"Haa... haa..."
Yet that man spared her. He fed her sweet words again, acknowledging her once more.
A bizarre sense of immoral pleasure washed over her.
The thrill of exposing her weaknesses.
The dominated's ecstasy when her life and death lay in his hands.
Every time she bared her most vulnerable self, that man rewarded her with something so sweet it made her tongue tingle.
Want to show more.
Expose even more.
Those sensations inside Aurora had now reached an irreversible stage.
There she was, entranced, burying her nose in the man's neck and inhaling deeply.
His sweat scent, body odor, that thick masculine aroma—stored unconsciously, now vividly resurrecting.
"Kgh... Hoo... Hoo..."
Heat rose in her cheeks. Sweat beaded on her skin, melting the dried semen clinging to it.
Her briefly clear mind dissolved into that semen.
Then the scent rose.
His scent.
That most intimate one.
Her rising body heat evaporated the semen-mixed sweat endlessly.
Her reason sublimated with it.
"Hoo...! Hoo...! Hnguuup♡"
Now, not even a mutter of "I have to stop" to steel herself.
It's common for third-year high schoolers to go wild after acing the brutal exam grind—PC bangs, booze, girls, repeating for months after waking up.
But Aurora had been trapped for two years in far greater stress and guilt than exam pressure. Plus, defending champions feel even more pressure than challengers.
With her honed champion edge dulled, her female instincts oozing out, her entire daily life was now spiraling out of control.
And this thought was rearing its head too.
'No matter how many times I challenge him, can I ever beat that man?'
They'd only fought twice, but she knew.
It felt like slamming into an iron wall. Even her prized jiu-jitsu couldn't budge him.
Not full power—even half his strength made her greatest asset, which had felled tournament foes effortlessly, feel like trash.
His legs were like tree roots, arms like clubs. His steel-packed muscles left no gap for a needle.
Compared to him, she was...
...just a little girl wetting herself in the grip of that overwhelming force.
Her mind swirled with twisted impressions.
The swordsman's drive to fight.
The girl's sense of inevitable defeat.
The strange ecstatic pleasure in losing.
That paradoxical cocktail of emotions was turning her head to mush.
"Kruu... Ngh... N-no... I... N-no... D-don't make me laugh!!"
Bang!
Whether from rage at losing control or a desperate bid to snap out of it, she slammed the laptop shut, smashing it to pieces.
"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..."
Her face glistened with cold sweat from the emotional turmoil. At the same time, the semen scent thickened, wafting up.
Her olfactory nerves fired.
Just once more?
Don't hold back.
Don't hold back...
"Kgh... N-no, today I really have to tra-train... Hng... Hnguuup♡ Hnguuung♡... U-uu... Wh-why am I like this...?"
Her brain, succumbing to pleasure's temptation, scrambled for excuses.
"A-ah! Right... Yes... It's all... stress... Th-that man too... Even that strong man did it... If I don't feel refreshed... If I don't feel refreshed, I can't focus on training... Snuuup♡"
She sniffed greedily, but time had passed—the scent wasn't as potent as yesterday.
It tormented her.
She needed more.
To feel refreshed... she needed a thicker scent.
Slap!
Her final shred of reason.
Her last scrap of pride.
They made her slap her own cheek.
Intense pain faintly restored her mind.
She screamed like a banshee.
"N-no!"
Ding-dong!
Thud thud thud!
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong!
"Who the hell... Nari, go check."
"Yesss, Master~"
Shin Nari had paused her morning services for three days, so she was prepping breakfast early.
Apron-clad, she headed to the door.
Click!
"Hoo... Hoo... Shin Yu-hyeon! Come out. It's time for our duel."
What the hell's with this bitch?
Why so early?
She looks like hell. Masturbated through three nights straight or what?
Her signature floral perfume lingered, but her hair was frizzy, dark circles sagging to her cheeks.
Guess this bitch has more slave potential than I thought.
Warzone mercenaries joked that tougher women hid deep masochistic urges to be dominated.
Looks like she's that type.
"What, a duel at the crack of dawn? You nuts?"
"Eek...! B-because of you...! You... did this to me... T-to me..."
"What're you mumbling?"
Her trailing words were too meek to catch.
"Haa... Fine. Eat after the fight or whatever. Let's go."
"!... F-finally."
They faced off in the open lot outside.
What'd she do these three days? Looks like she just rubbed her pussy nonstop, nothing else.
Shing—
Huh? Brought a real sword?
"You serious about this?"
"Of course? I'll kill you and go back to normal. E-everything... A-all of it... your fault. Because of you... I... Haa, haa..."
"Quit your bullshit, it's annoying as fuck. Just come at me."
But even my taunt didn't draw her in easily.
The tip of her mid-guard real sword trembled violently.
That wasn't sekireinoo tension.
Just a scattered mind and wrecked body making her hands shake.
No need to absorb ancient styles or modern kendo techs now.
Nothing to squeeze from her in a fight, no reason to hesitate.
I charged instantly.
"Hiiik!"
A little girl's scream, not a swordswoman's kiai.
Her real sword swung wildly.
No fighting spirit at all.
A sword without will can't hit me.
Crack!
I grabbed her wrist.
Up close, her expression was off.
Flushed face, expectant—like craving something.
Desperately averting her eyes, denying it with all her might, but she couldn't hide it.
That wasn't a thirst for victory...
It was a desire for defeat.
A dark craving to feel powerless again.
A face begging to be broken by me.
The bratty kid's expression, hoping I'd punish her for acting tough like a guy.
"I'll give you what you want."
Kwang!
"Guhk!"
"You're no match for me anymore."
"Heok, heook...♡"
"Give up already."
"N-no... I can win... I w-won't... give up..."
"Kuk... Kukuku... Bullshit... Hey, Aurora."
"Wh-what...?"
"You... like losing to me now, don't you?"
"!"
"Getting trampled by me gives you that secret thrill, right? No? After losing and getting beat by me, you're dying for that 'thing' I give you afterward. That's why you keep coming to lose on purpose, yeah?"
"N-nonsense..."
Her voice lacked any force.
"Tch. How'd you end up like this, Aurora? Whatever, follow me. Fifteen minutes—you didn't forget, right?"
"Hng... Hnngut... Of course... Haa... Hnguuung..."
Already drooling in anticipation.
I've got a special treat lined up today, so look forward to it, Aurora.