62. Wrong Perception

"Loser.... have you finally lost it? Has that loser virus spread to your brain too? A loser like you thinks you can date me? Pfft♥ A pathetic loser who just plays around with a hypnosis app should know his place♥ Your loser brain has gone completely haywire, you loser♥"

Eh...? Tyranno covers his mouth with his hand and giggles mockingly. He even twirls a finger at his temple. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Calling me crazy, pathetic. He was pinned under my ass all night, creampied over and over. He begged and begged and begged me to stop, finally admitting defeat. A loser mesugaki who lost to my pussy becomes the boyfriend of the superior alpha female Gold Sun. That's just common sense, right?

His curly pubes and dried pussy juices are still stuck all over his body, and he couldn't even resist if I jumped him right now, yet he's mocking me and turning me down. His rejection is so blunt and harsh that I'm thrown off. This wasn't in the script at all.

"No way... y-you didn't mean that, right? Right? Want me to give you one more chance?"

O-Of course, I wasn't expecting sweet words. "Die," "pervert," "kill me," or maybe "you can do whatever to my body but not my heart." I figured no nice words for a dating proposal, but I'd still get permission in the end. Actually, it's not even permission. This is just confirmation. Us dating is a given, isn't it? Was last night's pussy training not enough? He's a Darknis executive, but I thought a loser mesugaki would submit after getting eaten out a few times and leaking white piss. Does he have some unusual mental fortitude? Should I discipline him with my pussy again?

No. This isn't something pussy can fix. The problem's more fundamental.

"Desperately lapping up pussy juices like a loser? Way too pathetic♥ You didn't seriously think I'd actually fall for a loser like you, did you♥"

"What the... no, I..."

"Seeing that loser's tongue-tied proves it was real♥ Totally pisses me off♥ Not even some hentai addict's delusion♥ Lovers from sex? That shit doesn't exist in reality♥ That's only in the gross breeding-failure NTR-obsessed solo loser's fantasies♥"

"Wha...?"

What is this...? B-But he definitely lost to my pussy! He begged me to stop, tears streaming down his face, pleading to go home. In front of the superior alpha female Gold Sun's pussy, a loser's dick should admit defeat and obey me, right? That's just common sense. That's what I'd believed my whole life. Now that "common sense" I'd taken for granted is being denied.

"Let this dumb loser mesugaki know the truth."

Tyranno sits up in bed. His body is caked in crusty white filth everywhere, but his signature pissed-off mesugaki face remains. His limbs are still trembling like they're about to snap—aftereffects from last night, probably.

"Dating means, like, a boy and girl really really liking each other. Holding hands tight, going to a meadow full of pretty flowers together, saying nice things and stuff♥ Not the gross delusions from a loser's tiny loser brain and pervert head♥"

Tyranno's finger jabs my forehead hard. My head wobbles involuntarily from the force.

"Liking each other a ton, holding hands super tight, picnics in flower fields, sweet talk and all that good stuff♥"

Every word hits like a punch. Getting lectured on love by a shorter, pathetic mesugaki. Hugging your loved one tight? Picnics in flower meadows? Holding hands at the movies? Not breaking him like a dog, turning him into a body that can't live without my pussy, then training him to love me forever? This love is nothing like what I thought. Nothing like my common sense. My stomach churns. Nauseous.

"What you imagine isn't love. Loving someone just from sex? That's some no-pia 19+ novel crap, the sexual frustration fantasy of a loser solo virgin who's never known love♥ You reek of never holding a guy's hand♥"

"Who's calling who a solo virgin? Fine. Time to discipline that arrogant little loser's dick."

I'm not furious to the top of my head, but at least to my shoulder. Calling me a breeding-failure solo NTR-obsessed virgin? Never held a guy's hand? That's too far. Even if he can't move when eaten by my pussy. I'll fuck him senseless and teach him his place.

"Tyranno. Look here."

"Stop calling my name, you dumb ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loser magical girl♥ It creeps me out hearing my noble name from a gross breeding-reject bitch♥"

I turn on my phone—the one that suffered all night—and launch the hypnosis app. The pink spiral spins round and round. Worked like a charm before. Lured Tyranno in with it, fucked him silly, blocked his senses, even got a public BJ in the restroom.

"Didn't want to go this far, but you brought it on yourself."

"Why's the loser filming his own downfall?"

I shove the phone right in Tyranno's face.

"Sensitivity 3000 times."

This time, total wrecking.

"Ha? Wait, what're you—"

"Become a premature ejaculator who shoots buckets at the slightest touch. Make lots of cum to fill my womb nice and full."

"Loser, stop, this is seriously—"

No mercy, even if he cries and begs.

"And... believe everything I say is common sense. Get a racing heart and endless erection just from looking at my face."

"........."

Tyranno stares blankly at the app with dazed eyes.

"Success. Whew, didn't wanna go this far. All your fault. If you hadn't been so arrogant and mouthy, I'd have spoiled you cute."

All Tyranno's fault. Not mine.

I grab his shoulders to push him down on the bed, but the little mesugaki's face twists and he bursts into laughter.

"Pfft! Puhaha! Puahahahahaha! Ahahaha! Loser, too funny, pfft pfft pfft♥ Pffft pffft♥ You look like a gross fat solo social-zero virgin♥ Hentai-reading solo thinking it's real♥ Loser loser king loser♥ Why not just jerk off to porn forever♥"

"Wha...? W-What. He was definitely hypnotized? I hypnotized him...!"

"Pfft pfft! Hypno~sis? As if I'd fall for that? Gross otaku♥ Loser♥ Virgin♥ Delusional idiot♥ Go die♥"

"Wha? Why isn't it working? Wha?"

B-But the app worked fine last night! Not a dream—all the evidence is right here on the bed! Panicking, I fiddle with the app and spot the disclaimer.

What the hell. Was there a clause like that? I read it but forgot? More importantly, if it doesn't work on Tyranno, why'd it work last night? Did he really get hypnotized just from the spinning spiral? Even for Tyranno, that's too stupid... or is it?

Anyway, key point: hypnosis app doesn't work on Tyranno anymore.

"Hey loser♥ This is seriously pathetic♥"

Tyranno swats the app away like a fly with his hand. I fumble and drop it. The pink spiral spins on the bed. Spins meaninglessly. Round and round.

"Thought you could control a guy with a hypnosis app and do anything? That's what you really believed, loser? Treating sex like mere horniness relief? No wonder you're a solo loser."

"What... why pick on me..."

"Sigh... Knew you were a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loser, but this is beyond imagination. Total king loser. Move aside, loser, I'm going home."

"Wha, whaaa?"

Tyranno shoves my body with all his might. Caught off guard, I can't brace and tumble off the bed in a ridiculous pose.

-Click! Tyranno holds my phone—with the hypnosis app—with the photo taken.

"Pffft pffft♥ Got the king loser's super pathetic pose♥ Naked, white stuff leaking between your legs♥ Photo preserved forever♥ One button press and this hits the internet eternally♥ Everyone you know and don't know sees this loser pic♥"

"Hey. Don't... don't do it..."

"Don't want it spreading? Obey me, loser♥ Think carefully♥ One gesture from me ends your worthless loser life♥ Loser♥"

"F-Food! Wanna eat breakfast at least? Or morning coffee..."

"Food? Loser, you think we're the type to eat face-to-face? Keep your loser delusions in your dreams♥"

He leaves those final words and exits the room. I should've chased, snatched the phone, blocked the door—anything—but my body froze solid.

Long after Tyranno left. I finally pull myself together.

"What... the hell... what is this..."

Train a guy's dick with pussy and he stays under you forever, panting, right? Pussy a few times and he's helpless, right? The common sense I'd held for twenty-odd years crumbles entirely, swept away like vomit.

"This isn't it... this... this isn't it..."

"Mom. Am I wrong?"

The man I love, my first love, left because of this. Was wildly tormenting and creampie-training the wrong way? What did I do wrong? And if I'm wrong, what insane shit have I done?