Chapter 12
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Taming the Gloomy Girl After 000 Days (5)
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—Squelch, squelch, squelch
The quiet room echoed only with the sounds of fingers moving.
"...Hah... Ah... Eunggh!"
No matter how hard she tried to muffle her moans into the pillow, the heated cries escaped of their own accord.
It had already been hours of nonstop self-pleasure.
The room was thick with the scent of a bitch in heat.
...Not enough.
But it wasn't enough.
She was going insane.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach climax.
Why...?
She clutched her breasts with both hands.
Soft flesh spilled out between her fingers.
As she moved her hands like that, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up her spine from the nipples brushing her palms.
"...Haa... Eut..."
The lewd sight she created herself set her body ablaze, and her hands grew even rougher.
"Haut... Haa... Eugene... Eut... Eugene...!"
Every time she called Eugene's name, something welled up from her lower abdomen.
Hoping this time she could finally cum, she pinched the pale pink nipples dangling at the tips of her breasts while stimulating her insides.
"...Heut... Why... why... can't... I cum..."
But that was as far as it went.
She had only climaxed once, the very first time she called his name.
After that, she could get close to the peak but never take that final step.
Want to cum... want to cum... Heut...
Refusing to admit she couldn't reach it, she thrashed about, but that only piled more heat into her body.
Deep down, she already knew the answer.
Her slutty body had instinctively figured it out.
...She needed stronger pleasure than what ordinary masturbation could provide.
Deviance...
To climax, she needed deviance—just like it said in the letter, and like Eugene had mentioned.
The book clearly depicted its protagonist, unsatisfied with masturbating in her room anymore, doing it in a classroom.
If that book captured her own desires...
Then she, its model protagonist, must be the same.
If I go now...
Breathing heavily, she checked the time.
She usually arrived early for class anyway, but today was much earlier than normal.
If she went now, she could reach the academy without anyone spotting her.
Ah, no...
Her mind screamed no, but her body wouldn't listen.
Panties...
Her hand froze as she went to put them on.
In her current state, they'd be soaked before she even got to the academy.
Since they're wet... no choice but to go without...
She rationalized her exhibitionism with that absurd excuse and stuffed her panties into her bag.
Hurry...
The heat swirling inside her felt like it would burn her alive.
Vivian hurriedly finished preparing and stepped out of her room.
The path she always walked.
Yet just because she wasn't wearing panties, it felt like an entirely different place.
I'm really... walking like this.
Guilt over doing something she shouldn't mixed with an unprecedented sense of liberation, wrapping around her body.
"Walking... without panties."
Her heart pounded wildly.
Glancing down, her fully erect nipples poked obviously through her shirt—anyone could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.
What do I do...
She could still stop now.
No one had noticed yet; she could pretend it never happened.
Slip into the bathroom, put on her panties, and wait for Eugene as usual, reading a book.
But...
I don't want to stop...
Her reason had long since melted away from hours of masturbation.
"I want to climax."
That single desire filled Vivian's mind completely.
The moment she arrived at the classroom, she hiked up her skirt without a second thought.
Even though it was well before class time and someone might see, the worry didn't even cross her mind.
"Haa... Haat..."
As expected, her pussy was already lewdly soaked, juices trailing down her thighs.
She couldn't tell if it was from stalling short of climax or from the thrill of exposure.
"...Can't... hold back anymore."
But one thing was certain: her patience had reached its limit.
"Haa... Haa..."
She would do it.
She would go through with it.
In this sacred classroom, she would indulge in filthy self-pleasure.
Her guilt-trembling hand slowly descended.
And...
"...Haut, Euu-eut...!"
Just brushing her engorged clit sent unprecedented pleasure surging through her body.
Her waist arched back involuntarily, tears welling in her eyes.
No way... me... really... in the classroom...
In the classroom where she took lessons with Eugene.
Sitting on Eugene's desk, touching her pussy.
Pervert...
She was a pervert.
If anyone saw this, she couldn't even make excuses.
"...Aut... At... Eut... Umph."
To stifle her bursting moans, she bit down on her index finger and began fully chasing pleasure.
"...A... Ah... Haa-ut... Haa..."
If I'm caught like this... I'll be expelled...
She'd be kicked out of the academy for sure, treated like trash by her family.
Her clan might even disown her.
And yet, there was nothing she could do to stop.
She was just stupid Vivian, after all.
Her only value was this slutty body.
To survive, she'd have no choice but to sell it.
N-no... I don't want that...
She hated it.
She didn't want other people looking at her.
She wanted only Eugene to see her.
Even as a slave, she wanted to be Eugene's slave.
She didn't even dare hope he'd love someone like her.
She just wanted to be by his side.
—You wanted to get fucked like this?
"Ha, ah... Heut..."
Masturbating on Eugene's desk, she imagined him whispering in her ear.
She tormented her insides, picturing the fingers that had once wrapped around her shoulders.
"Hau-eut..."
Each finger movement sent pleasure rippling through her, making her waist twitch uncontrollably.
"Aat... Ung... Jo... At."
Her movements sped up, breaths ragged, and the fragile thread of reason she clung to finally snapped into the waves of pleasure.
"Eugene... more... do it harder..."
Before she knew it, the finger in her mouth was gone.
She stripped off her top and kneaded her breasts like she was milking them.
—Horny bitch.
"Right... Haut... bitch... yes... please..."
She desperately begged the imaginary Eugene.
Just imagining him made her pussy clench tight around her fingers.
Each time, the pleasure from her repeated light climaxes only grew stronger.
"Haat... Eu... gene-nim... ho... rny bitch pussy... use it more."
One hand plunged into her pussy while the other lifted a breast to her mouth.
She scraped the walls inside with her fingers.
Each bite on her nipple made her head ring.
"Heut... Haang... Hii-t... I...!"
At this point, she wouldn't even mind if Eugene saw.
She'd throw everything away just to climax.
"Ahat... Good...! Haa... Good...! Pussy... so good...!"
Her waist bucked wildly as her pussy, still short of true climax, demanded even fiercer pleasure.
"Eugene... Eugene... Eugene...!"
Her womb throbbed with each call of his name, craving him.
She bit her nipple hard enough to leave teeth marks, and her vision flickered.
"...Kkeut! Eut...! ...Cumming... Vi... vian... cummiiing!"
A bolt of pure ecstasy crashed through her mind, turning her vision pure white.
"Cumcumcum! Hau-eut──!"
With a beastly scream, her waist shot up, and pussy juices squirted out.
"...Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Her flushed face melted in rapture as she panted.
It was pleasure on a whole new level.
She thought her brain would melt away.
Her pussy, having sprayed its juices all over Eugene's desk, still twitched greedily in aftershock.
...What do I do now...
One experience had taught her everything.
She could never escape this pleasure anymore.
"Hello."
"Ah... H-hello."
He greeted her like always, but Vivian's reaction was off.
She couldn't even look his way, and her voice was pitched higher.
She did it.
Eugene knew the instant he saw her.
He'd thought it would take a few more days, but Vivian must have been more stressed than expected.
Letter coming tomorrow, then.
The content would probably be something like how much better she felt after trying some deviance.
That was enough.
Like the saying "starting is half the battle," the first act of deviance was the hardest—after that, ramping up the taming difficulty was easy.
About here, probably.
He touched the spot on his desk where she must have masturbated, and Vivian's face visibly flushed bright red.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
Just like in the game, she'd done it right on his desk.
Probably while imagining his fingers touching her directly.
"Feeling a bit tired today."
"...!"
He leaned on the desk, pretending to doze off with his face down.
Vivian's face heated up like it might explode with a bang.
He was tempted to lick the desk just to see what would happen, but he held back for hygiene and dignity's sake.
"Right, Vivian?"
"Wha... wha... wha... wha... what?"
Seeing her stammer helplessly brought a natural smile to his face.
No one would believe this was "Witch Vivian," the chapter 1 boss vying for top difficulty.
So for his own survival, no matter what, he would never let Vivian awaken as a witch.
Even if it meant trampling her emotions and reducing her to less than human.
Absolutely.