Chapter 101
Chapter 101
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: It's Still 4 Years Too Early (9)
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Three days. That was how long it took for Karin's mind to reach its limit. Her memories after being sucked into somewhere were hazy; she couldn't properly recall what actions she'd taken or how she'd made it back.
But one thing was certain: ever since then, both her body and her heart had been acting strange. No matter how she tried to avert her gaze or shift her thoughts elsewhere, her eyes kept drifting to the cafe manager, and her mind kept fixating on him alone.
Before, she'd had some dreams, and seeing his face would remind her of them, leaving her embarrassed. But now, for three straight days—even without proper sleep—her body and soul yearned for him relentlessly.
This was wrong. Something was seriously off.
She knew it, so she'd tried her hardest to hold back, to endure. But with her entire body transformed into an erogenous zone, prickling sensations everywhere, a throbbing ache between her legs that felt insane, and nipples so erect they hurt even from the brush of fabric or sheets, she couldn't even think straight.
Whenever the faint scent of him lingering on the room or bed wafted into her nose, her heart pounded wildly, and sticky fluid began to overflow from between her legs.
I can't touch it.
The moment she touched her entrance or nipples, it felt like she'd cross a river of no return. Gripping the blanket tightly to fight the impulse, she'd clench the sheets and take deep breaths to cling to her sanity—but then the man's scent would pierce her nostrils and assault her brain, setting her whole body ablaze all over again.
Just once. Just once.
She stripped off her sweat-, saliva-, and love-juice-soaked clothes, which were nothing but a hindrance now.
Bringing her hand to her crotch—already slick beyond sticky—a jolt like electricity shot through her brain, and her hips bucked involuntarily.
"Hng... eep."
If she let out a loud moan here, she'd be caught.
The thought made her heart race even more, but the last thread of her reason screamed that she couldn't.
Just the touch of her hand was this intense; what would it feel like to slide her fingers inside and thrust? Lying on her side on the bed, she gently rubbed her clit, and the melting sensation in her brain made her unable to stop—she slipped her fingers in just like that.
She prodded her insides, stroked her clit, pinched her nipples at the ticklish urge, and buried her face in the bed to inhale his scent, repeating it all over.
She couldn't stop. Rational thought had vanished; she simply surrendered to the pleasure surging through her body, letting her hands roam freely wherever they wanted.
Why was I even trying to hold back?
Masturbating alone wouldn't cause any real harm. Any thought of stopping midway was long gone. Her endlessly flowing love juices and sweat soaked his beloved bed, and the mix of her own scent with his felt utterly divine.
Yes... I love it. I love you.
She'd given up on gentle, cautious touches with her legs squeezed together.
Now sprawled flat on the bed, legs spread wide, she plunged her entire hand into her gaping pussy, ravaging it wildly. Love juices sprayed properly from her drenched folds, and her rock-hard nipples danced atop her massive breasts.
Aah... I wish the manager's cock would torment my pussy instead of my hand. I wish his hands—not mine—would tease these stiff, protruding nipples.
Her last shred of restraint shattered, and ugly moans—more bestial than animalistic—poured from Karin's throat.
She heard hurried footsteps rushing up the stairs, as if he'd caught her voice.
Aah... I'm done for. My life as a normal junior, a normal customer, is over. Now I'll either be discarded completely or turned into his personal fucktoy.
Imagining him collaring her, dragging her around, and impaling her on his cock whenever he wanted sent electricity racing up her spine.
The door flew open in a rush, revealing his flustered face. A laugh bubbled up from her lips even as fluid gushed from her pussy.
She couldn't tell if it was love juice or urine soaking his bed.
"Heh... ehehehe."
"...So something definitely happened back then."
His voice made her whole body throb again. Heat rushed to her lower half; glancing down, she saw a black heart-shaped mark etched on her thigh.
A hazy thought pierced her fevered mind—that something must have happened while she was unconscious—but it vanished the instant she saw the manager's serious expression. All that remained were waves of pleasure and fantasies of the future.
She spread her legs wider, parting her pussy to expose her insides, and flashed him a provocative smile.
She shook her hips teasingly at his furrowed brow, but with a sigh, he approached, grabbed her legs.
Just shove it in. She lifted her ass and ground against him as he drew near, but after confirming the black heart tattoo, he released her legs and leaned in close to her face.
"How long has it been like this? If there was a problem, you should've told me instead of hiding it."
"Hng... hngh. Put it in. No, fuck me. Stuff me like a toy and shake me around."
"You weren't looking well yesterday or the day before either. It must've started right when you got back. Something related to the demon heart that can cause sexual issues..."
Her pussy couldn't caress her breasts, but seeing his worried eyes as he stroked her feverish forehead sent fresh arousal surging through her.
She was on the bed, he was standing—the heights aligned perfectly. She sat up and pressed her face to his crotch.
As always, he was impeccably clean and well-groomed, so there was no foul odor from his groin. But just thinking about his cock being there, separated only by layers of fabric, was unbearable.
"Karin. Be honest—just answer one thing. Is it getting worse? Hard to hold back?"
"Y-yes... please. Give it to me. I'll do anything. Please."
"Problems like this actually resolve if you indulge them."
Those hopeful words made her lift her face from his crotch. Really? Was he truly going to wreck her completely?
Her mouth parted naturally, tongue lolling out. Drool fell and hit her nipple, making her shiver.
Kneeling blankly on the bed, she felt him stroke her head a few times. Then he sat on the drenched sheets and pulled her onto his lap by the waist. Their bodies pressed together, sending sparks through her. Obscenely, she squirted all over his thigh.
Without a hint of disgust, he placed his right hand on her soaked pussy and gripped her reddened nipple with his left, beginning a slow caress.
The instant his hand touched her sex, Karin's mind blanked, and something in her brain quivered wildly.
"As I thought. Someone's tampered with you."
He kept fondling her, sending her to ecstasy repeatedly, while his body began to emit a golden glow. Karin leaned fully into him, praying with her broken mind.
I want his child. I want to live as his lifelong toy, bred over and over, bearing child after child. I want to be his exclusive livestock, his milk cow.
「Your wish is more vulgar than I expected.」 A giggling voice brushed through her mind, and something in her head seemed to promise fulfillment by stabbing into her brain.
Her body shuddered violently as saliva and love juices drooled from her. Instinctively, she knew some strange change was overtaking her.
Something implanted in her brain was melting, becoming part of her body.
Her breasts swelled a bit more, feeling heavier.
The manager, kindly stimulating her pussy from behind, noticed too and clicked his tongue. Fluid squirted from the nipple he'd lightly pinched with his left hand.
"Eh... ehehe. Hehehehe."
Breast milk. She felt so motherly. Was her vulgar, desperate wish coming true, even a little? Each time his hands milked her, she floated blissfully.
I wish he'd suckle and drink it. But being held in his grasp, endlessly caressed as milk flowed, felt so good she didn't resist—just kept leaking from above and below.
She'd poured out so much fluid it felt like she'd emptied everything, yet vitality and energy still surged through her.
Enough to go all night—and all week—without stopping.
"...Your vitality and stamina are buffed too. This could go on forever."
She had no intention of stopping, just like he said. She didn't want to.
But the manager apparently did. He channeled mana into both hands and delivered a mana shock to her body.
Normally, the pain would've knocked her out cold. But her body—already overtaken by something—registered even that as pleasure.
Her hips arched high as she climaxed coolly. Thinking she'd passed out, he cautiously rose and wiped his hands with a towel, preparing to leave. But fueled by divine blessing mana clashing with whatever was inside her—mixing pain and ecstasy—Karin crawled across the bed on sheer willpower, growling like a beast.
"...Damn. A slave mark too. Now there's really no choice."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Was her body truly breaking? As milk leaked from her nipples and she squirted from her pussy, he fetched something from a locked drawer and wrapped it around her neck like an embrace.
Huh?
Strength drained from her body in an instant. Karin collapsed, face-planting into the thoroughly soaked bed, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Sorry. I should've noticed sooner."
His gentle hand stroked her hair to the end. As her consciousness faded, feeling him lift her into his arms, Karin drifted into pleasant sleep.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ This is driving me insane.
The only one who can wreck someone like that is Svetlana, that freak. She's usually so reasonable—communicative, even, for a demon—but once her switch flips, she revels in ruining her targets. That's what makes her a real monster.
Her tastes are questionable, right down to messing with someone's brain to induce pleasure.
Anyway, her methods of breaking people almost always involve sex, but since the original game was rated around 12+, that stuff didn't show up much.
I remember she survived every route because we barely clashed with her directly.
But in the Lebedev family—which has ongoing beef with demons—we did have countermeasures against that damn bitch who periodically wrecks people.
"Making me put a collar on her, of all things."
The necklace looked like something between a criminal restraint and a dog collar. It was a defensive item crafted after studying Svetlana's methods—designed to block curses.
I wasn't even sure this was her doing, and the slave-like appearance made me hesitate, but the way Karin passed out the moment I put it on proved testing it immediately was the right call.
"Aftereffects... what a mess."
Since she enjoys destroying people, her curses often leave permanent mental damage even after the effect wears off.
This case was especially bad among the ones I've seen; the curse might've rooted into Karin's personality itself.
It wasn't just mental or sensory tampering—she used a flesh seed for physical modification too, and there's no fixing that. Her breasts will probably keep lactating. Most likely.
What the hell do I do? It's a huge problem for her as a human and as a woman.
"Sigh. Next time I see her, I'll make her regret it for real."
The game devs officially stated she's unkillable—even under goddess attacks—so killing her myself isn't an option. I'll have to figure out how to punish her without getting close. No ideas yet on tormenting someone who turns agony into ecstasy.
In the end, with a sigh, I headed to the shower to wash off my clothes and body, soaked in all sorts of fluids.
I'd cleaned up thoroughly, but the grimy feeling lingered.