Chapter 40. They Say a Strong Woman's Weak Spot Is Down There
Chapter 40. They Say a Strong Woman's Weak Spot Is Down There
So, then. What now?
With a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right in front of me, I paused to collect my overheated thoughts and sort through the situation.
My hypnotic ability was currently in an enhanced state thanks to the drug Ymir had created.
Just as she had theorized, I could now control multiple targets who had already been placed under hypnosis, and I'd confirmed I could go beyond suppressing consciousness to interfering with emotions and memories.
Until now, putting someone into a hypnotic state only let me guide them to carry out my orders in an unconscious state. But now, as with Ymir, I could keep their mind awake while binding only their physical freedom.
The problem was that the drug itself had a volatile effect. If I wanted to keep enjoying this power, I'd have to keep extracting more of it from her. Even if I made her produce it under hypnosis, cooperation in her right mind would be essential for anything beyond that.
So, for that purpose, taking her chastity would need to serve as blackmail material, or as leverage to keep her under constant pressure going forward...
"...It can't be helped."
Yes. Losing one's purity is a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Having it wasted like this was something I wanted to avoid.
"I'll just have to take your virginity another time."
As if she found my hesitation laughable, a sardonic smile crept across her lips as she looked back at me, still on all fours.
"Ha, what's this? Are you sulking because I'm not giving you the reaction you wanted? I really don't care if we do it right here... Guk!"
But even if she was strong-willed, she was getting a little ahead of herself.
My reason for postponing her virginity was to make meaningful use of it later. That didn't mean I was giving up on conditioning her right now.
"...What? I thought you said you weren't going to do it?"
Ymir's body stiffened sharply at the feel of my hand settling onto her rear. But it wasn't because she was on guard against me changing my mind about her virginity.
The reason was that the spot I was spreading open to stare at wasn't the lower one, but the upper one.
"Ah, well. I'm not taking your virginity. But since things have turned out this way, I figured I'd test out a bit of folk wisdom that's been passed down since the old days."
"Wha—folk wisdom? What are you... Eh? Eh?"
"They say a strong-willed bitch's weakness is this spot."
"Hey, hey!! Stop it, you filthy—!"
-Thrust.
"Nnghoooooooogk!!!"
The moment the glans pushed into her spread back hole, a scream unlike anything I'd ever heard tore from Ymir's throat, and her upper body collapsed flat onto the bed.
Even that collapse was spurred by the sheer weight of her chest, but as if she couldn't bear the indignity of it, her arms trembled with tension where they propped up her torso.
"You, you son of a bitch...!!"
Oh, now that was a rather magnificent reaction.
"So it really is true that a strong-willed woman's weakness is right here."
"Are you out of your goddamn mind, you lunatic?!!"
The clenching only intensified along with her shouting...
I'd thought it was a shame I couldn't take her virginity, but it seemed I needed to rethink that.
Going by the feel of it, this was actually better.
"Aghk!"
My shaft began swelling again as the blood surged back into it. The instant it naturally pushed against her inner walls, spasms started wracking through Ymir's body.
"Ah, nngh, haah...!"
Was it so painful, the sensation of her flesh being pushed apart, that even breathing became a struggle?
The hands clutching the bed sheets grew even tighter. Amid that, I felt her muscles gradually begin to loosen, and I readied myself to slowly start pulling out what I'd driven in.
"Fuck. Fucking filthy bastard. You've got a perfectly good hole for that, so why the hell are you shoving it in there and making a goddamn scene..."
-Smack!
"Ahk!"
A moan slipped out the instant I struck her rear. The sound was so shrill and yelping that I even found it a little cute.
"Do... don't spank my ass...!"
Had Ymir herself been shocked by the fact that she could make sounds like that? Flustered, she looked back at me as if she didn't know what to do with me, then slowly dropped her head again as the thrusts resumed.
"S-st... stop. Stop it. This is... haah, nghk! Ah...!"
Schlick, schlick.
The bed creaked under the motion of my hips gradually picking up the pace as her flesh loosened. Her breathing grew clearer, as if she'd gotten somewhat used to it, but the words that came out were still curses laden with pain and humiliation.
"What even... is this. Why... does my body, from this kind of crap..."
-Smack!!
Ah, nngh, haah!!"
Did she find it unnatural to feel anything during such an abnormal act?
But this was a natural phenomenon. The human body is structured so that any place, not just the genitals, can become an erogenous zone.
Especially in areas that are closely connected to mucous membranes rather than outer skin, like the mouth. The anus, too, is more than capable of reaching orgasm if properly developed.
"Ah, nngh, haah... Ah... ah..."
And at present, her body was in a state where I'd touched her anus far more than her vagina. I'd done it half out of a lingering desire to avoid damaging her virginity, but it actually seemed to be more effective for conditioning her.
She'd have been steeled for something that fell within the bounds of common sense, but anything outside that would only deepen her confusion.
"Ah, no... This is weird... Nngh, ngh~!"
Because once her reason was paralyzed by that, she wouldn't even have the leeway to endure it. She'd just spit out every sensation, raw and unfiltered.
-Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The friction of flesh grew louder with every repeated motion. As the creaking of the bed echoed in the spaces between, Ymir had at some point started biting down on the bed sheet with her teeth.
"Mmph, mmph. Hoo, nghk!"
Did she think that if she opened her mouth, a moan would come bursting out? But the harder they fought to hold it in, the more arousing it was.
"I'm about at my limit too. It's fine if I finish inside, right?"
"Ah, nn... Ngh...!!"
As if she hadn't even registered my words, she simply clutched the pillow on the bed with both hands, wringing it with all her might. The effort to somehow endure the climax was admirable, but even that effort only amounted to barely suppressing the screams trying to tear out of her.
-Splurt!
At last, the ejaculation surged up from my core, and a wave of total enervation crashed over me. When the strength gradually drained from my arms and I relaxed, her body slipped off of mine and flopped limply onto the bed.
"Nngh... nghh...♥"
Eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in an unsightly gape.
In the faint trembling of her fingertips, not a trace of the haughty figure she'd once been could be found anywhere.
Considering that even her cunt, which I hadn't even penetrated, was drenched and soaking wet... well, even the Grand Archmage was still a woman in the end.
"Seriously, bullying you is so damn satisfying."
A grin flickered across my face. I positioned myself over her, placed a hand on her chest, and gave her nipple a pinch.
"...Ngh!"
Startled by the sensitive stimulation, Ymir looked up at me. Perched above her, I spoke quietly.
"You need to clean it off too."
"C... clean?"
"Open your mouth."
In that instant, her mouth fell open naturally. When I flicked my finger next, her tongue slid out and began crawling toward the cock buried in her cleavage.
The thing that had been inside her own body moments before.
"Haah, ngh, filthy..."
And yet, in the end, Ymir kept cleaning the semen away using her tongue, lapping at the glans. With her tits sandwiching both sides of my shaft, I continued rocking my hips.
"What... on earth do you even get out of this... Heup. Haah."
Ah, this was the absolute best.
A woman who'd been so damn arrogant, now forced into servitude using her own body, with a face that looked like she was about to cry.
Did she even know that the resentment flickering dimly in those eyes I'd assumed would be hollow was stoking my sadistic desires?
"Ymir."
But even so.
Even so, the fact remained—she had felt physical pleasure from the acts I'd done with her. That could never be erased.
"What do you think of me?"
The afterglow born from that moment would still be lingering in her body.
Even once this moment had passed.
Or even if the memory of this moment were to be erased.
"......Are you asking because you really don't know?"
"I'd like you to be honest with me."
Whether it was positive or negative, if it had caused a shift in her feelings, and if that had come to hold a special meaning, then I'd be able to use it as a foothold to seize ownership of her.
The more distinct the emotion, the easier it was to control.
She'd already learned the pleasure of being a woman through her acts with me, so I only needed to push a few more steps forward.
"......If it was you."
The moment that hidden thought was forcibly drawn out by my command.
"If it was you... I thought it would be okay..."
As she faced me head-on, tears began welling up in her eyes, and the rest of her words became swallowed up, choked off in her throat.
It was as if something she'd been suppressing all along had started surging up inside her.
"So why..."
"......"
Ah. I see.
It seemed I'd been under a slight misapprehension.
Those words she'd spoken......
From her perspective, even a simple phrase like "I don't dislike you" was something she could only say after wrestling with a multitude of thoughts.
After all, she'd kept people at a distance her whole life. So any feelings she had for someone who had drawn even slightly closer to her would have hit all the harder.
Even if that feeling was just a trifling bit of affection, her surroundings had been so utterly empty that even that small affection would have become magnified.
"...I can use this."
I had a rough sense now of how to go about winning her over. Having figured that out, I pressed my lips to hers once more, then stretched my hands toward her sweat-dampened body to resume caressing her.
"You're all cleaned up now. Shall we start again?"
"...Mmph, hmm."
Ymir let the tension drain from her body, as though she now understood she had no hope of freeing herself from the pleasure. Even so, the eyes she fixed on me still held a clear, venomous glint.
'No matter what you scheme, I'll never let things go the way you want.'
It was as if she were speaking those very words.
"Nnnggh~♡"
Of course, when she was feeling it with a look like that in her eyes, it only stirred my competitive desire even more. Feeling the gradually heating sensations of my body encroaching on my mind, I could easily envision what was to come in the not-so-distant future.
The moment, once all the groundwork was laid, when I'd finally steal her first time—and the miserable future that would follow, when she'd finally grasp her own wretched situation and bow her head in despair.
***
-Cheep, cheep!
The chirping of birds rang out from beyond the window.
Finding the noise irritating, Ymir furrowed her brow and pushed herself upright.
"......My head."
She clutched her head by habit, expecting a headache......
But for some reason, her head didn't hurt.
Until now, it had always been throbbing whenever she woke up from passing out. Yet today, wasn't her mind clear, as if she'd slept soundly?
"Ahk!"
What she felt instead was a strange ache radiating from her waist and rear.
In particular, there was an itchy feeling deep inside her anus, as if there were excrement caught inside—an intensely unpleasant sensation.
Had she been sitting for so long that she'd developed hemorrhoids?
'This has never happened before. I suppose the real issue is that I've been neglecting my body just because I'm still young.'
Her shoulders were already stiff every day because of her chest, and now she had to worry about her back on top of it.
"Ymir, are you awake?"
A voice reached her just as she was mulling over this discomfort.
When she turned her head, a face full of concern came into view, approaching her.
A sturdily built man with short-cropped blond hair and dark-tanned skin.
Ymir knew him.
The porter and general handyman that the fledgling Hero—whom Ymir regarded as nothing more than a greenhorn—had brought into the party.
And the man who had volunteered to look after her needs for the time being.
"Da......"
The mouth that had started to form his name reflexively snapped shut. Then, with a prim, indifferent turn of her head, Ymir spoke in a tone of utter unconcern.
"...What? It's you?"
A reaction that was unmistakably different from her usual demeanor.
But as if Dave hadn't noticed, he began closing the distance between them.