Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: I'll Take Responsibility and Manage It Myself
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Orca's fingertips kept brushing against the especially sensitive tip.
The unbearable sensation made my body twitch and tremble uncontrollably. She responded with the faintest of smiles, hurling insults my way.
"You're the worst, Crow. I can't believe a scum like you was strutting around the Association. How many people have you betrayed all this time?"
She prodded me with her toe as she asked. But I couldn't muster a response easily.
Faced with these fabricated insults that held no shred of truth, I had to cobble together lies that might somehow satisfy her.
"Can't even answer? How cowardly. Just like a villain."
It was nearly impossible.
No matter how much I debased myself with my words, Orca nitpicked every little thing, fueling her humiliation of me.
"What the hell is this?"
Perched on her desk, Orca kept teasing me with her toe.
"I'm asking what it is. Aren't you ashamed to have such a filthy, vulgar thing dangling from you? I'm educating a villain out of mercy, and the damn villain's got his cock head swollen up and leaking like a faucet."
She threw every insult she could muster at me. Enduring two hours of that every day made it damn near impossible to keep my sanity.
"Are you reflecting on it?"
"Yes, I'm reflecting..."
Her torment grew even more relentless and perverse, inching past boundaries as if to feed her own selfish desires.
"Then lick it."
I thought I'd misheard at first.
Even if Orca was dead set on breaking me, there was no way I could go along with a demand like that.
"Yes...? Wait, this is..."
"What's with that reaction?"
I couldn't tell if she was unleashing some long-hidden sadistic urge or just tormenting me with these twisted demands.
"I said lick it—with some actual reflection, villain."
The one silver lining was that the moment I returned to C Wing, my body and mind finally found some peace.
No matter how much scorn and abuse I took from my former colleague, inside C Wing, I could at least catch a brief respite.
"Fucking bastard."
"Didn't you give it to that bitch too?"
Creep's remnants still glared at me like they wanted to kill me or found subtle ways to harass me. But that was fine. If ignoring their mockery even raised my odds of survival a little, I'd take it.
"Crow."
Because Scardi showered me with an overwhelming amount of favor—kindness so warm it bordered on burdensome...
"Why don't you eat with us?"
Scardi was heading to the commissary with her crew in tow. To them, it seemed like just another routine.
"...No, thanks. I'll stick with the slop."
"I see."
Even after turning her down myself, a pang of regret and frustration lingered. If I'd just nodded, tonight's menu would've been different...
[Meal time.]
What I ended up with was nothing but a crappy beef stew—cheap meat drowned in harsh sauce.
A few bites in, and some villains started cursing up a storm, scrambling to the commissary instead. Of course, without outside cash, they had to buy snacks like they were shaking in fear.
There weren't many ways to make money inside the prison. A few times a month was the best most could manage.
But Scardi was different.
Her loyal followers could indulge in whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
The commissary had purchase limits, sure—but outside care packages had none. That's why Scardi always dined like royalty.
"..."
My tray had plenty of nutrition, no doubt. When I'd first been assigned here, just having food to eat was cause for joy.
But today, it felt especially dry and flavorless, sticking in my throat.
Scardi's table overflowed with cola, ramen, and all sorts of happy eats,
while mine held only appetite-killing slop.
"..."
No. I shouldn't think like that.
Be grateful I have food at all.
Being constantly exposed to stress was making my mind sway over something as trivial as material temptations.
"Sniff, sob, waaah..."
"...Why's she crying?"
I had to eat this slop now if I wanted to endure my time with Orca. Stuff it down relentlessly and tough it out.
"You, too spicyyy... Always got stolen when I tried to buyyy..."
"...Yeah."
I had to look away from that idiot bawling her eyes out while scarfing it down. How could anyone make it look that good?
Hotbars clutched in both hands, she chewed desperately. Every sob sent tears splashing onto her chest—it had to be soaked by now.
"From now on, buy whatever you want. No one'll take it from you."
"Th-thank youuu... Scardi's the best. I'll be loyal foreverrr..."
I wished I could be that straightforward.
Was I the weird one for still not trusting Scardi?
Or was it just the pathetic reality inside this prison that forced you to?
It was like alternating between a sauna and an ice bath. The more comfortable life in C Wing got, the more agonizing these sessions with Orca became.
"Only fifty? Already worn out? Pathetic."
She sat on my back, ordering push-ups. She knew the drugs had tanked my physical abilities, but Orca showed no mercy, demanding impossible reps anyway.
"Get up. That's an order."
My arms shook. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push off the floor with an adult woman's weight on me.
I'd barely hit fifty,
"Good. Double it."
and Orca jacked the total up to something hopeless, like she was savoring it.
"One hundred fifty left."
She tossed out the absurd demand in cold numbers,
waiting for me to fail.
"Can't do it? Guess you'll get punished again. Right?"
Every failure,
and Orca dished out "correction" under that pretense.
"...Lie on your back."
"No, wait! Just a moment's rest and I can definitely..."
"Still haven't learned? Using informal speech with a correctional officer."
Once we reached that point, Orca unleashed her desires without a hint of hesitation.
Just like now.
She hauled me up and pulled me into a hug from behind.
Leaning against the wall, we pressed our bodies together in a stacked heap, spending time in ways too lewd to describe.
"What is this? It's punishment, and you're still rock hard? Crow, you're a pervert too disgusting to even talk about."
"Guh... ugh..."
For me, it was all agony, no arousal. Orca's hand wrapped tight around my neck, pulling like a chokehold, while the other freely ravaged and kneaded my cock.
"And you preached about justice like some innocent saint. Disgusting scum. This alone proves you're a sinner. The Crow I knew wasn't some depraved whore—he was a righteous man fighting for a noble cause...!"
Her breath, which should have been cold, scorched my ear instead. That sticky voice of delight burrowed into my head, violating even my hearing.
"Answer me!"
"Y-yes- khek! Yes...!"
Against this violent brand of justice I couldn't fight off, resistance was futile. I had to calm her down somehow, play to her whims.
And honestly,
this kind of abuse was starting to feel preferable.
I didn't want beatings anymore. No one in C Wing laid a hand on me, so my body had grown hypersensitive to Orca's baton strikes and kicks.
"Erect, s-sorry... I'm sorry..."
"Louder. You disgusting villain."
As those thoughts swirled in my head alone, I could feel myself breaking down bit by bit.
How the hell did I end up here?
Who, why, stuck me in a place like this...
"What, trying to knock up Creep-types too? That's why you're leaking pre-cum like this? Is that it?"
Everyone went a little mad inside these walls.
Live close to villains long enough, and you turned into something worse than them.
"Spill it all."
Orca pressed her palm to the tip and worked her hand with even more fervor. Climax crashed over me in waves.
"All of it!"
My body jerked a few times as I unleashed a torrent of cum.
Today, that thick fluid splattering not just her palm but the floor too felt especially loathsome.
"This is what you dump into sluts like Creep. I'll manage it thoroughly from now on. Make sure you don't go leaking like some animal."
Even so, Orca didn't let go.
We still had an hour left.
"The Director said no vasectomy. You've got too much research value left. So I'll take full responsibility and manage every bit of it. All of it. So nothing like this happens again."
Maybe,
just maybe,
taking a beating would've been better.