Chapter 29
Crunch— Crunch—
“Ma, Ma...ster... where... did you go...”
Yuris muttered as she bit her thumbnail.
“Could it be... because... it wasn't... a pussy... picture...?”
The truth was, Yuris hadn't failed to send a picture of her pussy simply because she was ashamed.
“Sob... Even so... I can't... send a pussy picture.....”
Her pussy looked nothing like the orphanage director's, which she had seen during her time at the orphanage, or the pussy in the porn picture posted by Bottom's Pink Too■.
“...Wh...what if... Master... thinks it's... weird... ngh...”
Unlike when she was in middle school, Yuris now knew that men liked large breasts.
Of course, she also knew that her breasts were so enormous that they fell outside the category of large breasts, and that people in the gallery treated her as a pseudo-tactical nuke because of them...
Fortunately, Master seemed to like breasts like hers.
But...
Would Master really like a pussy with not a single hair on it, pale pink in color, and tightly shut like a shell?
“Th...this...weird and...ugly...pussy... If Master...sees it and...gets...disappointed...sob....”
At the thought that Master might leave her in disappointment, tears welled up in Yuris's eyes.
“I...I hate it... I...I hate my pussy...sob...”
She knew this self-deprecation wasn't helping, but she couldn't help it.
For more than a decade, her body had been a tool that gnawed away at Yuris's self-esteem.
And now, at last, she had met Master, who affirmed her body...
What if even Master thought her pussy was dirty and disgusting?
...She felt as though she would hate herself for the rest of her life if that happened.
“Sob... Ah... n-no!... Haa... haa... A bitch... doesn't need to... think about anything!!... Th-that's right... I...I don't... need to think... It's...it's okay.... I...I only...have to listen...to Master's...orders!... Th-that's all I have to do...!”
After suffering there for a long while, she suddenly stood up and shouted.
There was no need to suffer.
I wasn't the one who made the choice, anyway.
I only had to obey Master's orders as a bitch.
That was enough.
[I'm sorry I'm late... I uploaded the picture..][83](Edited)
(A picture of a pen stuck between breasts labeled Master's personal tits-and-pussy.jpg)
(A picture of a straight-line back pussy tightly shut despite the legs being spread wide.jpg)
I'm sorry I'm late.... I uploaded the bitch's pussy... Master..
“Hic..... So... please... come back... Master...”
After uploading the pictures, Yuris left a comment while holding back a cry that threatened to burst out.
**
ㄴHolyPowerStorageTank■ : Master... this bitch was wrong...
ㄴHolyPowerStorageTank■ : I'll obey your orders from now on...
ㄴHolyPowerStorageTank■ : Please forgive me... Master...
When I barely managed to buy the macarons and returned home, I found these notifications waiting for me.
“...Hmm.”
Imagining Lady Yuris's tearful face behind those comments made my heart ache terribly, but....
(A picture of a pen stuck between breasts labeled Master's personal tits-and-pussy.jpg)
(A picture of a straight-line back pussy tightly shut in contrast to the legs spread wide.jpg)
[Save], [Save]
Regardless, seeing the pictures Yuris had uploaded made my balls, hollowed out by thirty-six hours of sex with Eveline, rapidly resume production.
“Her pussy's fucking pretty too... Isn't that seriously unfair?”
If her face, breasts, and pussy were all this beautiful, how were other women supposed to live?
Fortunately, I was used to Eveline's looks, which were equal to or even better than Yuris's. Otherwise, I might simply have been enchanted.
“...So, what do I do about this?”
I wanted to immediately tell her it was a misunderstanding, apologize for being late, and comfort her, but...
───
Yuris Walkthrough: Training ability far beyond what the walkthrough predicted!! The more composed Master is, the more desperate the bitch becomes! Because of Ian's neglect play, Yuris is currently in a ‘Very Anxious’ state!! Right now, she's highly likely to obey commands that cross the line to some degree!! Don't miss this chance—push your progress as far as you can!!
tip : The basics of training are the carrot and the stick!! Make good use of Yuris's proclivities!!
───
Looking at the updated walkthrough, it seemed I shouldn't do that.
Apologizing would mean that, as her Master, I had lost my composure.
‘...Then should I instead make it so that Yuris is the one forgiving me for being late?’
[Sex Status]
Name : Yuris Petunia
Title : Divine Power Storage Tank■, Candidate for Next Saintess, Pseudo-Tactical Nuke.
Sexual proclivities : Exhibitionism LV 4, Submission LV 4, Shame LV 3, Sex Slave LV 3, Body Scribbling LV 3, Blackmail LV 2...
Intercourse count : 0 ▶ Click to view details!
Vaginal intercourse : 0 times
Anal intercourse : 0 times
Oral intercourse : 0 times
Masturbation count : 1 > 2
Maximum orgasms in one day : 13 > 18
Last used masturbatory material : ‘A huge cock standing erect as if about to burst through a pair of panties.jpg’
“Make use of her proclivities... Hmm...”
I closed my eyes and brought the fingertips of both hands together as I revised my plan in my head.
Of Yuris's proclivities, the ones I could use right away were
‘Exhibitionism,’ ‘Shame,’ ‘Submission,’ and ‘Blackmail’
just those four.
If I used them to speed up my plan for winning Yuris over...
“...That's it!”
Tap— tap—
After an idea flashed through my mind, I left a comment.
****
Monday.
My first day back at school after hurting Ian.
After her homeroom professor finished the day's closing announcements, Estelle clenched her small fists tightly.
‘Pull yourself together. Estelle...’
She tried to act as though nothing was wrong, but whenever she caught herself, her eyes were always following Ian.
...Even now.
Squeeze—
Just then, Eveline, sitting beside Ian, poked him in the cheek with her index finger.
“...Why? What is it?”
“I just wanted to poke you.”
“...Are you a child? Smooch..”
“Ptooey!?! W-what... why are you suddenly sucking on me!”
“I just wanted to suck.”
“Y-you...you crazy bastard!! W-what are you thinking, doing that in the classroom!!”
The two of them looked so perfectly suited that it felt as though they had been destined to be a pair since birth.
“....”
Creak— creak—
Afraid she'd start watching them jealously despite having no right to, Estelle hurriedly wheeled herself toward the library.
“.....”
However, even in the empty library, Estelle felt a sense of loss rather than relief.
‘...I have to get used to this.’
The past week with Ian had truly been like a miracle.
A bloodless face, meager breasts, a numb lower body, and a nasty personality.
The only reason I, who possessed not a single attractive quality as a woman, had been able to be with Ian was his kindness.
‘I know that, but...’
The empty space left by Ian felt unbearably hollow.
In the entire past year, she had never once felt this way...
It was unbelievable that she had changed this much in only a week.
‘...I’m such an idiot.’
After destroying that miraculous relationship herself, she was longing for it.
There was a limit to how stupid someone could be.
‘...Forget it. Ian will never open that door and walk in again... Huh?’
At that moment, Estelle's eyes went wide.
The sight was so unbelievable that she wondered whether she was hallucinating, but she wasn't.
Ian really had opened the library door and was approaching her.
...But his face was very stiff.
“....”
The joy of seeing Ian lasted only a moment before fear filled Estelle's heart.
...Had he come to confront her about what she had done?
He surely had.
Otherwise, there was no reason for Ian to come see her again.
‘...It’s...okay... I can endure it...’
Being criticized and cursed at by someone wasn't anything new.
Just as always, she only had to get through this, too.
Tremble—
But when she imagined Ian, of all people, criticizing her, she couldn't stop her fingertips from trembling.
“....”
“....”
At last, Ian arrived in front of her.
‘...Don't get the wrong idea. I'm the one in the wrong. So of course I deserve to be cursed at. Keep your expression steady. I absolutely must not cry.’
Estelle closed off her heart and braced herself for the torrent of condemnation, but...
“I'm sorry! I was wrong! I promise I won't do anything unpleasant like sexually harassing you again! I must have lost my mind for a moment! Let it slide just this once!”
What came from Ian's mouth was completely different from what she had expected.
“Ah! This isn't anything special; it's a macaron set. Don't feel pressured—just take it... It is a bribe.... Yeah, it is, but take it anyway!!”
“....?”
What on earth was this man talking about?
Ian must know full well that I was the one in the wrong... the one who had done wrong...
‘Then why....’
Why was he trying to stay by her side even while bearing the absurd stigma of sexual harassment?
There was nothing at all she could give Ian in return for this....
Why was he treating her so kindly?
“So, can I keep doing library club activities?.... President?”
‘...No.’
She had definitely intended to say that, but the words simply would not come from Estelle's parted lips.
‘I can't....’
No matter how much she wanted to accept it, she mustn't.
She would definitely hurt Ian again and make him look pained.
When that happened, even someone as foolishly kind as Ian would hate her and leave.
And...
The sense of loss she would feel then would be incomparable to what she felt now.
‘I know that....’
She knew it all too well, but...
Clench—
Estelle Blackdahlia was too lonely and fragile a person to reject this warmth.
“....Do...as...you...please.”
“Ah..! Yeah, thanks.”
Watching Ian's radiant smile, I offered a heartfelt apology.
‘...I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry.’
Because I was someone incapable of even dreaming of a future with you...
Even though I knew that someday I would inevitably hurt you and bring this to an end...
I decided to hold on to this fleeting warmth.
****
“Phew, how is it? I'm getting pretty fast at organizing books now, aren't I?”
“You're still a long way off. So... keep coming more often and organizing them.”
“How often?”
“...As much as you can.”
“I'll try.”
After sharing the macarons with Estelle, studying, and finishing organizing the books, it was already time for club activities to end.
“It's already time to wrap up. You go ahead. I'll lock up before I leave.”
“Okay...”
After sending Estelle off, I was about to check whether any windows were still open when...
“...Ian.”
“....!”
I was slightly startled.
Although I had known Estelle for more than a year, this was the first time she had called my name.
I was happy that I seemed to have opened Estelle's heart, if only a little.
“Yeah, President. What is it?”
“.......See...you...tomorrow.”
It was a tiny voice, almost closer to a soliloquy.
But I had devoted all my attention to Estelle, so I heard it clearly.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow!”
“Ah... ...Yeah.”
Estelle's lips, which had lifted ever so slightly once again, were...
Beautiful enough to steal my gaze once again.
‘I can't... At this rate, I'll sexually harass her again.’
Fortunately, she had forgiven me once, but I might really get reported the second time.
...Then what?
Not only would Eveline find out, but her parents would hear about it too, and I would be expelled from the academy on the spot.
Click—
A little while later, after closing the last remaining window, I opened the gallery and left a comment.
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74) : Bitch. Are you ready?
Now it was time to seriously pursue Yuris.