Chapter 48. If Love Is Something Obscene and Passionate.

Fucking her body was never part of the plan. Raising her sensitivity through conditioning alone—I never wanted to endure that torment again.

With a body that obscene, she'd never once given herself to anyone.

Even her heart, she'd kept far removed from sexual curiosity. The purity of her mind was no different from that of a saintess who'd devoted her entire life to the Church.

That was what made enduring the urge to defile her a trial that demanded more resolve than every preparation I'd made to conquer her combined.

Stealing a woman's first time is a chance you can use only once.

If she understands its value, the sense of loss grows to a magnitude words can't contain—and that, in turn, can become the catalyst that makes her heart surrender.

"Ah, ngh!"

I'd made painstaking preparations for exactly that.

I'd win her over from my side, gradually open her heart, then make my move—just once. If I could arrange even a single chance to mix our bodies together.

"Aht, ah-ah, ah-ahn!"

By that time, her body would already be familiar with sexual pleasure thanks to the conditioning. The will to resist she'd shown early on would be nowhere to be found, and she'd be tormented by the violent upheaval of climax, unable to forget that sensation, her body aching for more pleasure.

"Ah, aah-ahn~!! A-ah, no! Stop, Dave!!"

But I never imagined I'd be able to break her this quickly.

Ah, I'm sure she didn't expect it either.

Just as she'd failed to read another person's heart, she also couldn't be honest with her own—so she couldn't properly distinguish when her hostility toward me was genuine and when it wasn't.

After all, a woman who poured her life's research into a secret treasure wouldn't casually hand it over to someone without feeling something...

"No... you can't..."

No, whatever the case, I had to drive the wedge in.

Now that she's finally accepted sexual pleasure into her heart, I have to teach her that she's nothing more than a mere woman herself.

"Ah, no... ngh, guh—!"

I pulled her body into my arms as I laid her down, then bit into her chest and groped her breasts.

Gone was the façade of kindness I'd maintained until now. I slammed my pent-up lust into her, raw and unfiltered—more sadistically, more mercilessly.

"Oh-oh-oh, ooh...!!"

A mind engulfed by the climax at the act's conclusion.

In that single moment, even the confusion born of her returning memories would have been swept entirely away.

Just held in my arms, head tilted back, her parted lips giving voice to the sensation that made her body shudder in spite of itself.

"...O-oh, ah♥"

From beneath her tilted head, tears began to spill as though wrung from overfilled tear ducts, dripping down and falling.

Her body went limp and collapsed—thud—crumpling pitifully in its wake. Hair drenched in sweat clung to her skin as I spilled my wrung-out seed over her body, still relishing the feel of her.

"...Now that's a face worth seeing."

The moment the body of humanity's pinnacle Grand Archmage became drenched in white fluid.

A thick smile carved itself across my lips at the sight, and an irrepressible laugh began bursting out from between them.

"You deemed yourself worthless at the start, so I gave you worth—and the Grand Archmage turned it right around and offered herself to the man who came to rule her. Honestly, where else could you pay to see a spectacle like this?"

"You, you...!!"

Ymir bit her lip in bitter fury, clenching her fists. As she struggled to raise her body, now a mess of cum, her head snapped back and her eyes flared wide.

"Oh, ohk—ohh, ngh... nghk!!"

As if she couldn't withstand the sudden surge of climax crashing over her...

Ah, I see. So now even her own movements are enough to stimulate her body to this degree.

Even without hypnosis raising her sensitivity, she's already in this state. How fortunate that my conditioning was worth the effort.

"Eugh-hiik~!!"

All her effort to endure was for nothing—Ymir collapsed backward again, spraying fluid everywhere.

I moved beside her limp, slumped form and readied myself to run my hands across her body once more.

I slid a finger into the still-too-tight passage where the traces of her freshly lost virginity remained, and with my other hand I groped at her breasts, kneading them.

"Ah, ahh... hah, hahh, ah-ah."

The moment my touch met her body—already unreservedly receptive to pleasure—convulsions erupted across her form, wave after wave.

Each time I pressed a fingertip against her inner walls—an erogenous weakness I'd identified long ago—the parts that had begun to dry grew slick with moisture anew.

That wetness only intensified, surging rapidly until at last it gushed out like a fountain, staining the bedsheets.

"O-oh-ohh, ohhk...♥"

What unfolded at the end was the sight of her back arching stiff and rigid, her own breasts quaking from the force of it. By the time her body collapsed onto the bed once more—reason numbed by successive waves of climax—I laid one hand on her throat and whispered softly into her ear.

"Does it feel good?"

"It—doesn't."

"Words that couldn't persuade anyone."

I lifted my glistening fingers and held them before her eyes.

Look. See this. This is proof that your body is honest—I was showing her exactly that.

"Lying won't do. Tell the truth..."

I was about to keep talking, to provoke her further—but my own hand moved reflexively, cutting my words short.

This wasn't to violate her further. This was to stop her from making an extreme choice.

"Mmph—mmph!!"

My hand, still slick with her fluids, clamped over Ymir's mouth as she thrashed and struggled. Holding her like that, I lifted her head and met her eyes level-on.

"You put on such a grand climax and still haven't bled off all that venom, is that it?"

I'd at least permitted conversation while conditioning her in her right mind—and yet of all things, she tried to bite her own tongue, using the one mouth I'd allowed to flap freely.

Right, this is the trouble with conditioning someone fully conscious.

When she's hypnotized, she has "no interest in anything beyond what she's told to do." But when her mind is intact, I have to issue commands centered around what she "must not do."

"...Of course. Admitting you came like a cheap whore at the hands of a man who's been toying with you—you'd hate that."

I decided to update the instructions I'd given her, and flicked my fingers again—but at that moment.

"Dave. You..."

With even the option of suicide closed off to her, she raised her sagging body.

Good. Go on—spill it all now.

Let it all out—every grudge, every ounce of hatred you have toward me.

Because when you do, I'll teach you that none of that resistance matters, and I'll thoroughly bring your heart to its knees.

"What do you even... think a person's heart is...?"

But the expression on the face looking back at me was far from hatred.

She felt betrayal—but it hadn't fully crystallized into resentment toward me...

Was it simply that she couldn't even grasp what was happening?

"I, I sincerely thought of you as..."

No, that wasn't it.

The sob she was finally unleashing toward me—the grief in that voice—

"I thought you'd be okay. I thought if it was you... if it was you, it'd be okay to let you be my first..."

Those tears spilling from her eyes were the proof.

Purely simple proof.

"So why... why are you laughing like that, looking at me like this...?"

Because having her first time ruined this way was agonizing and painful.

Because the overwhelming intensity of that first experience had been that vivid and that joyous—and because the one who'd taught her that worth was me...

"Was everything you've shown me up until now... just an act?"

Because she harbored the desperate hope that the man who'd given her such an intense first time... was not, in fact, someone like this. And so, in this moment, she was screaming.

"...Ymir."

"You barged into my heart without permission, so why are you enjoying this situation?! Is toying with people that fun to you?! Was all that time you spent with me—all of it—just so you could see me suffer this much...!!"

-Smack!!

Watching her act like that was so contemptible that I slapped her on the spot.

Impudent bitch. Still not grasping the situation, still playing the tragic heroine.

"It's hilarious hearing you say that."

"Kuhk—!!"

I used the same hand I'd slapped her with to seize her throat, then planted my other hand down, bearing my weight onto her and pressing her beneath me.

Ymir gasped, airways choked, her sounds reduced to wretched gags.

But even the pitiless tears flowing from her eyes only fueled the flames of my sadistic desire toward her.

"You, who were chosen for the hero party but kept running your mouth as if the war didn't matter—do you have any idea how fucking pathetic you look now, blubbering like you've suddenly become some victim?"

You acted as though other people's feelings meant nothing to you this whole time.

And now you're wailing this miserably just because we mated once.

Is a person's heart—the heart you've only now suddenly awakened to—truly that precious? Precious enough to overturn even how you've behaved until now?

"Let's be blunt—you're no different from me, a man who belongs to the Demon King's army. You who even developed such a dangerous drug without the slightest intention of taking responsibility for the consequences!!"

"I'm... different from you. I...."

"Ah, well, sure—you didn't directly harm anyone personally."

"Ngh—mmph!!"

I forced her mouth open as she tried to spew excuses and shoved my cock inside.

Her will to resist meant nothing—the shaft sank deep inside her mouth. I shoved in until the head pressed against the back of her throat, cutting off her air, and Ymir began to sputter and gag.

"But even if you swore you wouldn't break, wouldn't you at least need to keep up that attitude to the bitter end for tormenting you to be worth my while?"

"Ngh-gh—mmph!!"

I drove into her throat ruthlessly, over and over, until the liquid that filled her mouth began cascading down her throat in thick streams.

It must hurt. It must be agonizing.

But the moment of release from this agony is decided by me—not her.

"Khu—heh-eh, ngh... Gulp!"

When I finally released her, she still couldn't disobey my command—she swallowed the fluid pooled in her mouth, forcing it past her throat.

That same cum she'd eaten so happily before. But now, her expression was steeped in pure agony...

"Yeah. This is what I wanted to make you into. You, who held yourself so damn high."

I closed in on her without any mercy, readying myself for the act.

"Your mouth stuffed full of white fluid."

"Don't come near me...!!"

Ignoring her screams, I thrust my cock back into her cunt and started pumping my hips.

"Losing your virginity like it was nothing, getting drilled like a bitch in heat."

"Ah—haahk~!!"

I stirred up her insides—insides that now accepted my length far too naturally—and at last Ymir hid her face behind both arms and began to sob miserably.

"And even then, unable to betray the feelings of the man who toyed with you, trembling and shivering—I wanted to see that too."

"Ah-heuk! Th-that—, no...!!"

"Even after suffering this, still denying reality... watching ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yourself shatter, your heart breaking down—I wanted to see you breaking apart so badly it drove me mad."

"Ah—ngh—, ah-ah, ah-ah, aht~!"

Even that sobbing sound was eventually swallowed by the surging pleasure, deepening into helpless cries of mating. Then, just before I came, she hit her climax—spraying fluid as her eyes rolled back.

"Ah, aahk—hah...♥"

The moans she panted out, as though her breath would stop, gradually became saturated with rapture, stealing away her consciousness.

"...And what about you, Ymir?"

Only then did I pull out from inside her. I placed my slick cock into her hand and quietly asked,

"After falling so miserably this far... What do you think of me now?"

Ymir gazed vacantly at the shaft smeared in a mess of love juice and semen, then gripped it and started moving her hand with great effort.

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gesture was terribly awkward—but the act of moving without me forcing it already meant that her heart was leaning my way.

"I thought... I might be able to like you..."

That was what the Grand Archmage said to me in that state, with great difficulty.

No—she was no longer the Grand Archmage. She was a single defeated being, stripped of all those trappings.

"Even someone like me... I thought I might be able to... like someone."

In her miserable state, she was stroking my cock. A wretched woman awaiting the moment when the coming ejaculation would splash across her face.

"Even someone like me... I thought I could be loved by someone... I hoped that the one who'd take my first time... would be you..."

The white fluid that spilled mercilessly across that face made her turbid eyes stand out even more starkly.

Yes—it was a truly beautiful face.

Even that filthy, wretched face looked so very, very lovable to me.

"Ah, Ymir. Pitiful Ymir."

I seized her chin, wanting to possess her lips.

This was a woman who'd turned her face from the world because she simply hated ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠people...

Who'd felt even false kindness with overwhelming intensity—a woman far, far too immature as a person.

"If what you want is to be loved, you don't need to worry. Right now, in this very moment, I truly want you more than I've ever wanted anyone I've ever known."

And I kissed her with all my heart.

With a heart filled with filthy, obscene feelings...

"I love you."

But if love can be defined as something obscene yet still passionate—then this feeling I hold is undoubtedly love.

"I love you, Ymir."

I placed those feelings into a whisper by her ear.

Because genuinely—she is someone I need.

I was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠someone content just to live day by day, but she was the person who'd presented me with a vision for the future.

"...Stop."

She, who had received such love from me, wrapped her arms around me in return as I embraced her and buried her face into my shoulder.

And whispered.

"Please... stop now. It was all my fault... so please... don't say those words."

She had read my sincere heart.

And now, she was denying the act of wrapping that sincerity in the name of love. Desperately, she wailed—as though trying to stitch together the remnants of her reason from the tatters left behind by her broken heart.

"From now on, I'll follow your words, so please..."

In that state, she pleaded with me pitifully.

No—she declared.

"Please... don't dirty my first time any more than this..."

The Grand Archmage—the one who stood at the pinnacle of humanity—

Was declaring one simple fact. That she had completely surrendered to me.

To someone who was nothing more than a foot soldier in the Demon King's army.