BAD ENDING 004: The Tamed Mare
Judging that she had piled up enough petting points, Riri decided once again to offer free beauty services for the hero who kept the streets safe.
“Heave-ho… All right, from now on I’m going to cover your eyes with this!”
Riri held up a black cloth blindfold so it caught the light in Sonia’s golden eyes. As if to put her at ease, she added, “It’s just ordinary cloth!” and pressed the blindfold into Sonia’s hand.
Half curious, half suspicious, Sonia took it and turned it over in her fingers while Riri kept stacking petting points the whole time.
“This is… just an eye mask… right? It doesn’t feel like a magic item…”
“…That’s right, Sonia unnie. When you get a massage, covering your eyes makes every sensation sharper, doesn’t it? That’s a fact, right? When the spirit trained you… you were like that… weren’t you?”
“Ugh… nngh… That’s… true…”
Riri took back the ordinary blindfold Sonia returned and, without further ceremony, blotted out the vision of her prize military horse.
The moment sight vanished, every other sense seemed to sharpen. Riri lightly tickled Sonia’s earlobe and whispered close.
“Don’t worry.”
“Don’t think about anything else.”
“Just entrust your body to me—to Riri.”
The soft, honeyed voice curled around her ear. It carried a strange, irresistible persuasiveness.
The instinct of obedience the Horse Spirit had branded into her answered even to Riri, the spirit’s living heir. The rational voice that insisted she should resist grew faint; a warm, comfortable urge to follow wherever she was led wrapped around Sonia’s whole body.
“Ah… All right… Riri… I won’t worry… I won’t think about anything…”
(Sh… She’s got me…! She’s got me…!)
It was Riri’s half-baked skill—one that worked only on military horses and on the lower-compatible mares that descended from them.
It was nothing like the overwhelming power of a monster tamer or a female trainer that could bend every beast. It was simply the special talent Riri had absorbed by being born and raised in a region that still held military horses in high honor.
That half-baked ability floated system messages above Sonia’s head—messages Sonia herself could never see, visible only to Riri’s eyes.
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> [FAILED!]
> [SUCCESS! Target falls into a dazed state…]
It was the very same technique she had once used to persuade a mare she herself had raised from debut to championship—only for the creature to try, with shameless nerve, to re-sign with another trainer.
The moment the skill landed, strength drained from Sonia’s body. The brown ears that had stood so proudly and the tail that had flicked with life both drooped; Sonia sagged backward, using Riri as a living backrest.
“A… Are you suddenly grabbing my breasts…? P… Please, Riri…”
Riri’s hands closed firmly around Sonia’s breasts from below, yet Sonia never screamed. Instead she only flushed behind the blindfold, as if to say, You startled me by coming so close all of a sudden…
“Just like that… spread your legs for me, unnie.”
“…Okay. Like this?”
Without a trace of shame, Sonia opened both thighs wide while still leaning against the sofa, exactly as Riri had “asked.”
The meaningless little skirt attached to her combat uniform did nothing to hide the dark-purple leotard that now dug obscenely between her spread legs, the fabric pulled taut and lewd.
The taming privilege that worked only on military horses. Under Riri’s soft hands, Sonia swished her limp tail and wore a shy little expression at the sensation of the leotard sinking deeper as she herself held her legs open.
Target: Sonia
Status: Dazed · Suggestibility Maximized
Confirming the world’s law—the system guidance floating higher even than the brown ears that rose from Sonia’s golden hair—Riri steeled her will.
“Unnie’s breasts are thumping… thumping so hard. I love it…♥ Keep thumping just like this for me, okay?”
“Th… Thumping…? I don’t really understand what you… Ah… Ah…?”
Under Riri’s gentle strokes and whispers, Sonia’s world remained sealed behind black cloth.
It was not as total as the full-body suit that had once constricted every inch of her, yet the form-fitting leotard and the attention-grabbing, utterly useless skirt were more than enough to keep every nerve awake.
(Ah… Is it because I can’t see that my… skin feels… so much more sensitive…?)
Goosebumps prickled across her whole body. The sensation of Riri lifting her breasts from behind, cupping them from below. At first she had told herself it was only a “massage,” but with her vision gone the stimulation now carried an entirely different meaning.
“How does it feel? When your eyes are covered like this and I… touch your breasts… they thump harder than usual… don’t they, unnie?”
“…Th… That’s… true, but… Ah… Haaa…?”
Riri was right. The light upward lift of her breasts had begun as simple massage, yet now it was something else entirely.
It felt exactly like those nights when she pulled a thin blanket over herself, opened Nebulix on her terminal, and lightly scratched her own nipples while watching lewd videos…
Exactly like the moments she closed her eyes and kneaded her own sloppy breasts while watching the heroine on screen being taken apart.
The sensation of sealed vision was so close to those private nights that when Riri asked whether she was sensitive, Sonia found herself answering with unguarded honesty.
She leaned a little more into Riri’s soft hands; the fingers pressing and rubbing the underside of her breasts—almost as if scrubbing away dirt—sent an oddly cool, clean pleasure through her.
“Th… This kind of massage where my eyes are covered… and even my breasts are being touched… is weird…♡”
Target’s wariness softens another degree…
Only Riri could see the empty heart-shaped border icon that now floated above Sonia’s head. [♡]
…Phew… Thank goodness… If I just keep going exactly like this…
Still embracing Sonia from behind, Riri continued the “massage,” pressing and rubbing the soft weight of those breasts without pause.
Had this been the ordinary Sonia—still capable of clear judgment—she would have resisted the bizarre situation at once. She might have thrashed and cried out in a voice thick with panic and shame, “W-Wait a second, Riri…! Please stop treating my breasts like toys…!”
As a D-class hero, Sonia’s raw strength would have made shaking off a small girl like Riri as easy as breathing.
But the Sonia of this moment was different. Riri’s touch was never mere contact. Wherever her palm rested, the mindset of obedience the Horse Spirit had once carved into her seemed to vibrate, waking in tiny, delicious tremors.
Step by careful step, Riri was advancing the next stage of training—turning the hero who had once helped her out of pure goodwill into a perfect female military horse who would beg for pleasure of her own free will.
Physical resistance was still possible, of course. Sonia’s arms were unbound; her legs remained free. Riri’s privilege had clouded her mind, yet it had not completely stolen her body’s liberty.
Even so, Sonia held the pose as if it had been decided from the very beginning—thighs spread wide so the soft inner flesh was fully exposed, exactly as Riri commanded. Her face wore a helpless, flustered expression, yet her arms merely rested, limp and obedient, atop Riri’s own.
“…I’m only giving you a massage like always, Sonia unnie. Since you can’t see… maybe the sensations you’re feeling… have simply grown a little sharper?”
“Th… There’s no way… Su… Surely…”
A faint thread of reason still whispered inside Sonia’s mind. Surely… is that really true…? If you lose one of the five senses, the others grow sharper to fill the empty space…
She seemed to remember reading something like that in a manga she had once flipped through out of boredom. The fact that the manga had been a bizarre short doujinshi about saving a magical girl fallen to darkness with the power of yuri was something her present hazy mind could no longer recall.
So Sonia invented a plausible excuse for her heightened senses and quietly convinced herself.
“Therefore, unnie, just entrust your whole body to my massage. …It’s so you can become stronger… isn’t that right?”
Riri’s voice seeped into her ear like warm honey. Those words supplied the perfect justification for the rationalization Sonia had already built to deceive herself. Yes… this is a process to grow stronger. Riri is helping me.
(This time I’ll send you off properly… I’ll make you climax again and again… suck your mind right out… and then, fairly, we’ll sign a contract that satisfies us both!)
Riri cheered silently inside. She reached for one of the secret techniques she had polished while training countless mares and drafting their rigorous schedules. Bringing her face to the nape of Sonia’s neck, she exhaled a soft, hot breath.
Sonia’s shoulders twitched. Having found the most sensitive point, Riri pressed her soft lips there and held them, firm and unhurried.