Chapter 49
“Hmm… A pause ticket…”
I had one random box I'd saved to open if some dangerous moment ever came along.
But there was no sign of any crisis showing up, so I just opened it this morning.
And what came out was a pause ticket… A huge win in more ways than one.
The item I wanted most when opening the random box was a pause ticket.
This ‘Heroine Netori’ had turned out to be far more enjoyable than I'd expected, so it felt like a shame to end it all at once.
And luckily, it came out on my one and only chance.
“Heheh, lucky me.”
With a pause ticket, I can put ‘Heroine Netori’ on hold, and if I enter again with another pause ticket in hand, I can travel back and forth between reality and this place whenever I want.
In other words, I can live another life.
Honestly… I entered at first simply to satisfy my lust, but after living here, ‘Heroine Netori’ became far too precious to me.
For one thing, I ended up with an incredibly precious daughter!
It may be responsibility without pleasure… but I get more than enough pleasure elsewhere, so it doesn't really matter.
Responsibility isn't so bad either, surprisingly. How could I dislike Cecilia when she gives me such adorable smiles while thanking me for every little thing I do?
“So… the question is when to use this…”
I was tempted to use it right away, but I'd only just begun treating Luina Aubert.
Wouldn't it be better to get the treatment properly underway before putting everything on hold?
Wait, but this time the protagonist is also the heroine.
Then is the rating determined by how thoroughly Luina Aubert is conquered and corrupted?
If so, I should be careful not to let her reach an S rating, right?
…No, then wouldn't it be better to stop the netori altogether? If I keep going and somehow trigger an S rating for some unknown reason, the whole thing will be ruined.
…But I can't just stop treating her, either.
What if Luina Aubert dies? Then it would all be over, wouldn't it?
Wait, over…?
“Fuck…”
Goosebumps rose all over my body.
Treating Luina Aubert had been a complete coincidence. I hadn't even known she was afflicted with ‘God’s Jealousy.’
But what if I'd failed to get a job at the academy and Luina Aubert had died while still cursed?
“Shit…”
That would mean being separated from Cecilia forever.
It would mean returning to reality without knowing why, just like last time in ‘Heroine Netori.’
That jolted me fully awake.
I had to take far better care of Luina Aubert than I'd thought.
In that case…
“Hmm…”
What? Knowing that doesn't really change anything.
I just need to keep treating her as I have been until she's completely cured, while conquering her only enough to keep her from reaching an S rating.
It was too risky to simply treat her and then end things. What if she suddenly keeled over and died for some other reason?
If I wanted this run of ‘Heroine Netori’ to become another life for me, I needed to keep Luina Aubert by my side at all times.
In that case… I can't let her reach an S rating, so I shouldn't corrupt her completely… What if I made her my slave and had her attend to me at all times?
Oh, this is perfect. Whenever she's about to be completely conquered, I'll torment her to keep her from hitting S rank, while making her unable to leave me because of the pleasure I give her.
“Heheheh.”
Perfect. This is it.
I've made my decision.
It was such a brilliant plan that just imagining it was enough to get me hard.
“Yaaawn…”
Ah, but why am I so tired?
Is it normal to get this sleepy just from racking my brain a little?
Lately, my body really hasn't felt like my own.
I don't feel refreshed even after sleeping, and at some point, I stopped getting morning erections.
“What is this, does a virgin ghost come out every night and fuck me or something?”
Sheesh… I'm tired, so all sorts of ridiculous things are coming out of my mouth.
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A week had passed since Luina Aubert received the treatment where her breasts were touched,
and during that week, she had undergone the same treatment twice.
What she had thought would end after a single session had been repeated over and over.
Deokbae Asil expressed his confusion over a curse that remained uncured no matter how many times he repeated the treatment, but Luina Aubert knew the reason.
It was the illness that had developed in her heart.
That illness had arisen from several complicated causes,
the first of which was her guilt toward Lucius.
In truth, Lucius wasn't Luina Aubert's type. Even when reading the original novel, she had been more of a prince fan than a childhood-friend fan.
As they say, bad boys are more attractive, and the timid, merely kind Lucius had never seemed especially appealing to her.
Of course, she was truly grateful that Lucius always looked only at her, but she couldn't force herself to develop feelings for him.
But… for one reason or another, the prince had left her, and all she had left was Lucius.
In the end, she had no choice but to choose Lucius reluctantly, with tears in her eyes.
However, she couldn't devote herself entirely to Lucius.
Her feelings for the prince were simply too strong to put away so quickly.
The prince was naturally the most popular man at the academy. Rumors about him could be heard wherever she went, and before long, she found herself paying more attention to those rumors than to Lucius, even with him by her side.
She hated herself for being that way, yet she couldn't let go of her lingering feelings for the prince, and the vicious cycle of emotions repeated itself, growing stronger and stronger.
The second cause was her self-loathing.
It was certainly embarrassing and shameful, but it was still only treatment—yet she climaxed every single time.
And she didn't merely climax—she came while gushing vaginal fluids like a whore.
As a result, an indelible stain appeared on the chair where she sat, and she had to bring a change of underwear to put on after every treatment.
She should have felt disgusted and repulsed and wanted the moment to end as quickly as possible, but strangely, being touched by him felt pleasurable and lovely, and she always found herself wanting the moment to continue.
When the treatment ended, she tried to brainwash herself into believing it had been the worst moment imaginable, as if nothing had happened, but her body remained honest.
Whenever she thought about receiving treatment from him again, her body grew hot, her breathing became ragged, and her nipples stood erect.
She had become that deeply addicted to the treatment he gave her.
Two days ago, when he spread a viscous, sticky liquid over her nipples, calling it cream for the treatment, she had felt as if she were going to heaven.
Even though it had an unpleasant texture and a nauseating smell, it had felt so good that it was addictive.
She had even masturbated before bed while thinking about that smell.
She shouldn't have done that.
But that was what she had become.
It was only natural for her to feel self-loathing. Even by her own standards, she had grown terribly lewd.
Even though she knew she shouldn't, she wanted to do it even more.
She shouldn't let him touch her, yet she wanted to be touched more; she shouldn't look forward to it, yet she found herself anticipating it even more.
Even as she loathed herself for becoming more obscene with each passing day,
she couldn't help enjoying the forbidden thrill of slowly falling into depravity.
Guilt and self-hatred, self-loathing and the thrill of transgression—emotions she had never experienced before mixed together to torment her, and before long, her heart became ill.
Naturally, that illness grew as the treatment continued, so the curse that had spread to her breasts kept returning after every treatment ended,
and so she continued to be touched by the man.
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Once again, time passed, and the time for treatment arrived.
Today, too, she undressed to expose her breasts, put on the blindfold, and waited for the man's touch.
She must already have been aroused, because her nipples were erect and her panties were already wet.
She was quite literally ready to be touched at any moment.
As she looked forward to how good it would feel today, the man suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties.
“Uhn…?”
The man's hard, thick fingers lightly brushed her clitoris before plunging straight into her pussy.
A pleasure utterly incomparable to the feeling of having her breasts touched immediately flooded through her.
“…Huh? Haaah…”
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
It was that unbelievable.
But the man's fingers stroking her pussy were real.
The unbearable pleasure proved it.
"Ah, no…"
Having her breasts touched was one thing; having her pussy touched was another matter entirely.
No matter how lewd she had become, she had never intended to allow things to go this far.
Wasn't this supposed to be treatment? A man touching a woman's private parts without a word during treatment was unthinkable.
Of course, she had to resist.
She had to rip off that blindfold and throw it aside at once,
cover her body,
scream,
and get away from the man.
But…
“Haaah, haa… Haaang….”
She could only let out sweet moans.
As if she had been waiting for this very moment…