Chapter 15
“Aha! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahah!!”
Small and petite, with healthy, tanned skin.
At a glance, she looked like a girl who loved running around outside, but two masses of flesh wildly swayed from her chest, utterly disproportionate to her height.
“That's right, it was you! You were what I was missing!”
The Hero and the Demon King
Light and Shadow
Order and Chaos
And...
The manager and the troll
Arch-enemies
An inseparable relationship.
Poporing Spirie was certain that Eight Wanks a Day◆ was the person she had been waiting for so desperately.
“Eight Wanks a Day◆! You complete me!!”
Her painstakingly spammed posts were deleted in an instant, and every dynamic IP was being blocked, but she didn't care!
Making VPNs was annoying, but she could make as many as she wanted.
Poporing had used more than thirty IPs for trolling today alone.
In fact, she herself had written nearly 80 percent of the spam posts.
‘...Hehehehe! I'll need more VPNs and more shock images.’
All this time, trolling in a gallery without a manager had left her with nothing but emptiness.
Hearing the gallery users' howls?
Honestly, it had been fun at first.
But the screams of spectators who weren't the protagonist had gradually grown boring.
Another problem was that the gallery users, having grown accustomed to her trolling, had started blocking and ignoring her.
At least Only Say Nice Things■ stubbornly worked herself into a rage no matter what, which was entertaining to watch, but only to that extent.
How could a single gallery user, spamming the gallery and manipulating public opinion with dozens of temporary usernames, the ‘One with a Thousand Masks,’ be stopped?
[Advanced Mage VS Advanced Spirit Mage: Who Would Win in a Fight?][451]
This bout of trolling was the same.
Unfortunately, she had been utterly demolished in this flame war... There had been a minor mishap, but as always, she was the one who won in the end.
She wasn't satisfied.
There was little value in a guaranteed victory, after all.
But the manager was different.
A battle between a spear (VPN) that could pierce through anything and a shield (blocking) that could stop anything.
At last, an equal opponent had appeared; Poporing licked her lips and laughed loudly.
“Ahahahaha! Eight Wanks a Day◆, I sincerely welcome you to my gallery! Thanks to you, I can finally become the true Dark Emperor...”
Bang─!
“Shut up! Do you know what time it is?!”
“Eek!...I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry...”
At the shout from beyond the wall, Poporing trembled and apologized.
Self-proclaimed) One of the gallery's three major villains
Self-proclaimed) Dark Emperor of the gallery
Self-proclaimed) The One with a Thousand Masks
In the gallery, Poporing enjoyed people's attention while using anonymity as a shield to troll in every way imaginable, but in reality....
“...Seriously...I...you don't...even know...to be grateful...that I'm...living in...a place like this...just you wait...I'm...such an...amazing person...the world...just doesn't...recognize my...worth...if I...make it big...just once...I won't even...look at a...dump like this...again...no soundproofing either...mumble mumble...”
She was nothing more than a shut-in magical-artifact maker suffering from social anxiety.
**
One day before the academy term began.
I went to see Eveline, but was told she couldn't meet me because she wasn't feeling well and was kicked out of the estate.
‘How can she be feeling unwell when all she does is masturbate?’
[Sex Status]
Name : Eveline Marigold
Masturbation count : 1284 > 1301
Maximum climaxes in one day : 16
Last fap material used : Sex with Ian in an academy classroom (fantasy)
Eveline's masturbation count continued to rise steadily without missing a single day.
To the point that I almost wondered if Eveline, rather than me, should have taken the nickname Eight Wanks a Day.
‘...I kind of want to see her.’
This was the first time since I moved out that I had gone this long without seeing Eveline face-to-face.
Having someone who had always been beside me suddenly disappear left me feeling a considerable sense of loss.
‘Well, I'll see her tomorrow... It's nice that I at least have the gallery.’
If the gallery and Sex Status hadn't existed, and I'd heard that Eveline was sick, I would have forced myself to see her, no matter what.
There was no way I could leave Eveline sick without being by her side.
But...
[Poster : Childhood Friend Rape■] = [Eveline Marigold]
[Aaaaaaaagh!!! I don't want the term to start!!!!][4]
Aaaaaaaagh!! Why do I have to be in the same class as my childhood friend!!!
ㅇㅇ(892.151) : But you're happy you're in the same class, right?
ㄴChildhoodFriendRape■ : Of course I am, fuck! But aaaaaaagh!!!
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(892.151) : Oh, she's having another fit. How long is she going to keep freaking out? Have you even seen your childhood friend since that day?
ㄴChildhoodFriendRape■ : Shut uuuuuup aaaaaaah!!!
‘She looks healthy enough, anyway.’
The gallery couldn't completely fill the emptiness of not being able to see Eveline, but it soothed me to some extent.
[Poster : Only Say Nice Things■] = [Elfride Carleya]
[Isn't blocking someone for spamming a bit much?][18]
Sometimes people spam because there's a good reason, you know? Like proving why those black bastards are uncivilized.
ㅇㅇ(74.817) : For real.. We need to explain why those elf bastards are so fucking awful.
ㄴEightFapsADay◆ : You can just fight in the comments, can't you? I don't block comments.
ㄴIOnlySayNiceThings■ : Fighting in the comments buries the post!!
ㄴEightFapsADay◆ : Are you fighting so people can see it?
ㄴIOnlySayNiceThings■ : Why fight if you don't want people to see it?
‘...As expected, she's lost it.’
I wanted to ignore her, but if I did, she would definitely have a fit.
ㄴ EightFapsADay◆ : I've got a fucking brilliant idea. I'll make an arena, and you can fight there.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■ : What's an arena?
ㄴ EightFapsADay◆ : I'll put up a notice using my manager permissions, and you can fight by commenting there. Then the gallery will stay clean, and the posts won't get buried.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■ : That's a fucking stupid idea lol Let's do it right now lol
ㄴ EightFapsADay◆ : Okay. We might add more rules later, but for now, the same topic can only be posted once every two weeks, and whoever loses the fight gets banned for two weeks.
ㄴ ChildhoodFriendRape■ : Two weeks without the gallery? How am I supposed to survive that? I'd kill myself.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(211.209) : For real, it's an arena where people fight for their lives.
ㄴ EightFapsADay◆ : Also, now that there's an arena, fighting outside it or spamming after refusing to admit defeat will result in an immediate 100-day ban.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(511.462) : This is actually pretty good. The gallery should get a lot cleaner.
ㄴ ILikePeasants■ : All right, from now on, we praise the manager.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■ : Don't suck up to him.
ㄴ ILikePeasants■ : Honestly, this is worth it lol
There were occasional negative comments, but overwhelmingly, the response was positive.
“Eight Wanks a Day◆, is it you again...”
At this point, maybe I was a natural-born manager?
To come up with such a crazy idea as the arena in an instant—looking back, it really was genius.
Just as I was getting intoxicated by my own management skills and marveling at myself...
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : ...Master?
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : Aren't you...going to give me orders anymore?
“....!”
My eyes widened at the notification for a comment from a username I could never forget.
‘What's this? How did ㅇㅇ(89.74) know I was Eight Wanks a Day◆?’
When I checked in surprise, it was a reply to a comment posted as ㅇㅇ(89.74), not Eight Wanks a Day◆.
‘Ah... So notifications still come even when I'm logged in.’
Since I was already there, I took a quick look through my conversation with Miss Yuris, and blood rushed to my dick again.
‘She's still fucking hot, even rereading it...’
Contrary to my expectation that it would all disappear like a dream overnight, Miss Yuris hadn't even deleted the pictures; they were still there.
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : Please give me orders... This bitch...can't...live without...Master anymore.
My heart began pounding wildly at the additional comment.
Thump─ Thump─
‘Could she... really mean it?’
If...
A really big if, but....
Could Miss Yuris genuinely regard me as her Master?
The instant that thought briefly crossed my mind...
▶Sex Status has been updated!!
A new notification window appeared before my eyes.
**
Three days after becoming her Master's bitch.
Yuris withered away as she waited for her Master, who had disappeared without a word.
On the first day without uploading a picture, she was still able to endure it.
But from the second day onward, the flame inside her body rapidly grew... and by now, a heat too intense to bear had risen within her.
‘...Should I...upload a picture...?’
The thought kept occurring to her, but she shook her head.
She didn't want to disappoint her Master by uploading something on her own without permission.
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : Please give me orders... This bitch...can't...live without...Master anymore.
In the end, all Yuris could do was beg for orders in the comments.
“Master...”
Like a dog sitting by the door waiting for its owner to come home from work, Yuris stared fixedly at the comments, but chewed on her lip at the unchanging comment count.
‘Did you...really abandon me...?’
Could her Master have left the gallery, like My Bottom Is Pink Too■?
As the negative thoughts she'd desperately pushed down slowly began to surface, Yuris's eyes grew moist.
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74) : An insolent bitch like you calls for her Master first?
“Ah...!!”
At that moment, Yuris let out a joyful cry when she saw the reply.
If Yuris had had a tail, she surely would have wagged it furiously.
Just from receiving a single comment, her pain vanished even faster than when she had uploaded a picture, and the hurt and sadness from the past several days of silence evaporated in an instant.
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : I'm sorry... I thought you'd abandoned me, Master... I'm sorry....
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74) : Abandoned you? What do you mean? I was testing how long you could endure... What an impatient bitch.
In fact, just as Ian had expected, the first thing Yuris wanted to do after completely emerging from the long waves of pleasure was delete the post and comments.
‘I...I need to...delete them...’
She knew that in her head, but she couldn't bring herself to delete them.
Every time she reread the comments, the pleasure she had felt then came flooding back.
An overwhelming pleasure she could never feel when merely rolling her hips against a pillow alone.
Just as a cracked glass cannot be restored, the pleasure Ian had given her carved an indelible mark into Yuris's body.
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74) : But... judging by how you're hurrying me, it looks like this bitch is really in heat.
Seeing her long-awaited Master's direct and vulgar words, Yuris's lips went bone-dry.
“...That's right...”
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : Yes... This bitch...is in heat...
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74) : Then tell me what you're wearing right now.
Yuris lowered her gaze after reading the comment.
She couldn't see it because her breasts hid it, but she was wearing only a large T-shirt and underwear.
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : A T-shirt...and underwear....
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74) : Take off the T-shirt and take a picture of your underwear. Upload it.
“Yes!”
Hearing the order, Yuris sprang to her feet and answered aloud.
It had been a good thing to wear see-through underwear despite being uncomfortable, rather than the comfortable underwear she usually wore.
‘I wonder if Master will like it...’
Standing before the mirror, Yuris took picture after picture of her underwear, changing poses each time.
‘...I-I think this one came out best? ...No...this one?..That one...makes me look too fat....’
As Yuris carefully selected the picture to show, a lewd smile she herself was unaware of crept across her lips.
‘Yes, this one is definitely the best...’
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■ : (Link) Here...
(A picture of her breasts taken with her upper body slightly leaned forward to make them look even bigger.jpg)
Thump─ Thump─
‘W-will he say it's lewd...that I'm a pervert?...Or...that I'm pretty?’
What answer would she get?
“Hwaa...♥”
Imagining her Master's answer, Yuris shuddered and let out a sultry moan.