Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Acting Like a Slut and Yet She's a Virgin?
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Acting like a slut and yet she's a virgin?
"How about we call it here? I can't go killing you just yet."
I immediately released the bitch. She collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath, her entire body limp.
I approached the delirious girl and started stripping off her clothes.
Half-unconscious from oxygen deprivation, stars spinning in her vision, she couldn't resist at all. She probably didn't even realize her clothes were coming off.
"The bra hook... it's not in the back."
I half-lifted her supine upper body, embracing her deeply with one arm as I groped for the hook on her bra—but there was nothing there.
I wasn't used to front-closure models, but I'd hooked up with casual flings who wore similar ones, so I avoided ripping it off by accident.
Her nipples were rock-hard from extreme tension. She hadn't showered in a day, but her body still smelled good.
I inhaled deeply. It was the scent of the girl who'd once terrified and repulsed me—but now, it was just the smell of a female I could kill or spare at my whim.
The reversal of our dynamic—180 degrees from the past—sent a brain-melting thrill through me.
My cock throbbed wildly against her ass, swollen to the bursting point in an instant.
F-cup? G? Incredible volume that defied her Asian frame.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Just one taste...
Slurp.
Sweeter than her ear. I held the hard nub in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I wrapped around, then lapped hard at the tip. Tongue alone got boring, so I engulfed the raised nipple and areola, sucking like drawing honey from a honeycomb.
Even as I sucked, I rubbed the center with my tongue. Her nipple felt softer than before. After devouring it ravenously for a while, I snapped back at her faint groan—"Nngh"—wiping my mouth on my sleeve.
She must have sensed something happening to her body on an unconscious level, even passed out.
I pushed up her breasts, fondling the cool, soft flesh beneath the sweat-soaked skin. Warm and moist. I stroked her side, then her belly with its perfect layer of padding.
I gently caressed her plump lower abdomen, where her womb nestled.
There was a reason I'd only targeted her solar plexus and upper stomach. I couldn't ruin a girl's precious parts. Not yet.
"Thought you were skinny, but you've got some cute curves."
Through her pantyhose gleamed dark panties. The ass was mesh, but lace trimmed the crotch—adorably cute.
Setting aside the brief admiration, I slipped my hand straight into her panties. There's special fun in groping pussy through panties. The fabric's pressure presses your hand tighter against it.
Definitely different from stripping her bare. A subtle wetness clung. Probably from the nipples. I gently loosened her entrance with my fingers, sliding my index finger in up to two knuckles to feel that warm, hot vaginal flesh.
Squeeze♡
'Tight grip, huh?'
The walls coiled around my finger.
That hot mucosa hugged the tip, the half-moon nail bed, even the fingerprint ridges on the pad... squeezing every part lovingly.
Swirl swirl.
If there's a G-spot...
Girls with ridges usually have it around here...
"Found it."
I rubbed the swollen spot with my fingertip, savoring the texture with the bumpy ridges of my print. Carefully, no scratching with the nail.
Sticky fluid coated my finger rapidly.
I rubbed my middle finger inside to stir, thumb teasing her clit a few times—her inner thighs twitched.
Unconscious, so pure sensation.
If she were awake, no way.
Still, a body this sensitive? Great intel.
One that takes to drugs beautifully. Good enough.
But—
Pop—pop—
A thin membrane pushed elastically against my fingertip.
'What the hell, a hymen?'
I nearly burst out laughing in disbelief.
Acting like a slut and yet she's a virgin?
Well, I do remember her cursing in those convos with that thug—swearing she didn't give it up easy.
"Nngh..."
Time to wake her. Better if she doesn't know I fingered her pussy. Make her think, 'Came to, and it's wet down there.'
I dressed her naked body in her shirt. Panties, skirt, pantyhose, bra—all back on perfectly.
When she wakes, she'll find her pussy soaked amid terror of death.
Clank.
I locked the collar around her neck, chaining it to the carefully installed wall fixture. The chain length is electric-controlled. As I locked the iron gate and left, she started stirring.
"Haaah... haaah... E-excuse me... N-no, o-oppa... P-please let me go..."
Puhahaha!
Oppa? Makes my teeth chatter. Just yesterday she called me 'loser~'.
"Same as always. Clean up your mess before I come back down. Got it? Every time I visit, you're leaking all sorts of fluids—aren't you embarrassed?"
"Eek..."
I tossed her a large cleansing wipe pack, towel, fresh panties, plain tee, and dolphin pants from my toolbox. Chained tight to the wall, they landed right below her.
Collar and chain prevent top changes, so she'll swap the piss-soaked panties and pants at least.
I don't even wanna enter that piss-stinking training room.
"Hic... sob."
I passed the bars, locked the double doors. Confirmed the locks thoroughly, then headed upstairs. The bitch sprawled with a soulless expression.
She'll perk up soon enough. Mental ability Awakener, after all. Superpower: Mental Barrier. Sure, a wimp who swore off rights and played civilian out of fight-fear—but rare unique trait Awakeners don't break easy.
Upstairs, I hit my prepared dumbbells. Strength training's essential.
About an hour later—feeding time.
Feeling grimy, I showered, then headed to the kitchen.
She must be wrecked, body and mind stressed to hell.
I roughly prepped a meal kit from the fridge stack.
Mixed in supplements, powdered relaxants, flibanserin—female libido suppressant, aka aphrodisiac treatment. Vitamins aside, drug efficacy drops mixed in food, but she won't swallow pills I give her, so diluted's fine.
Flibanserin needs gradual dosing to rewire the brain anyway.
Heh heh.
Imagining her corruption—watching herself change unknowingly—thrilling enough.
Might as well cook one for me, swallow my supps.
Stamina makes training smoother.
Downstairs with the meal kit: piss traces cleaned spotless. The bitch wiped her inner thighs with a wipe, looking pathetic. Not just urine—sticky fluid dripping endlessly, panicking her.
Thought she'd changed by now, but exhausted body took ages just cleaning.
Screech.
Exhaustion dulled her awareness—she didn't notice me till the gate opened, startling and pressing to the wall, hand over her mound.
"H-heek!"
"Don't freak—brought food. Hurry, put on panties and pants."
Swish.
Face flushed with shame, she twisted to minimize crotch exposure while dressing. Doesn't she know that teases my lust more?
"Wow~ Cleaned the accident right up? Good girls get rewards. Brought tasty stuff—eat. We can ponder your screw-ups and training end after."
"Uuu..."
Tears left? Despairing her fate? One trickles down.
"Eat before it cools."
She shoveled food and water frantically, then halted.
"Suspicious of drugs?"
Nod.
"And if I did? What're you gonna do? Heh heh."
I sneered mockingly—her face twisted involuntarily, eyes twitching below.
Damn psycho bitch.
Still got that spark in this mess.
Always had spine, since high school.
"Ugh!"
Trembling with rage. Some chaste virgin type? Heh.
Won't curse outright, though. Yesterday's gut punch shocked her good.
Pride intact, but hates pain—pathetic and funny.
Then—
Crash!!
She hurled the half-eaten plastic container. Her max rebellion?
"Aww, waste. Said we'd talk after eating—but now?"
I tilted my head, glaring. Her rising fury vanished, yesterday's terror consuming her eyes.
"...E-excuse me... W-what's your name?"
Hm, compromise now? Befriend for favor strat?
"Call me Master."