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Translator: cyno
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I must have fallen asleep without realizing it. I had a dream—though I don’t remember the details, it was about a celebrity on TV shaking their ass.
Just as I was about to strip the tempting bitch and pound her, I woke up. Usually, dreams like this end right before the main event, but it left me in a foul mood. Damn it, I was just about to fuck that celebrity.
But the bad mood didn’t last long. The moment I felt a hand moving below, I felt better. After all, I had Iruna, who was always ready whenever I wanted. Her looks were enough to rival most idols, so I wasn’t exactly lacking.
“Iruna. Hurry up…”
Just as I was about to ask her to suck me off, I locked eyes with the woman holding my cock.
A woman with mesmerizing black hair under the moonlight.
Why the hell was the therapist here? And why was she touching my dick?
“What are you doing?”
The absurdity made the question slip out. The therapist couldn’t say anything, her eyes darting around in panic. She must have been just as startled because her grip tightened around my cock.
The combination of her soft hand and the perfect pressure was intoxicating. My excited dick twitched in response. The therapist flinched and immediately let go.
“Ah! I-I’m sorry!”
I grabbed her before she could run. She tried to pull away, so I tightened my grip on her wrist.
“You think saying sorry and running away will fix this? Seriously. Weren’t you the one preaching about no sex and all that? Got turned on after all, huh?”
“N-No! I was just trying to treat—”
“You pulled down my pants and grabbed my dick for treatment? That doesn’t make sense.”
I held her shoulder to keep her from escaping and slowly sat up. Standing tall on the bed, my cock was now face-to-face with the therapist.
“There’s no injury here, so why touch it? Be honest. You wanted to get fucked?”
“W-What?! I swear on the Goddess, I’m a virgin! This is sexual harassment!”
“The sexual harassment was your doing, you bitch. You tried to rape me in my sleep. If I were a woman and you were a man, you’d be heading straight to jail.”
Slap.
I swung my fully erect cock and smacked it against her cheek. The impact felt amazing. This was what they called a cock baton. I struck her face again with it. The way it clung to her skin was addicting.
The therapist’s face flushed with shame.
“Stop this. I admit I was wrong, but this is too much.”
“Too much? The one who sexually assaulted me in my sleep is calling me too much?”
Jesus once said, If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also. Though He wasn’t here, I decided to follow His teachings.
Adjusting the angle of my cock baton, I tapped her other cheek. Her face was still red with shame, but her breathing had grown slightly ragged. The heat from the slaps made her cheeks glow like she was blushing.
“Are you actually getting turned on from this?”
“N-No!”
“You stuttered just now. Looks like you’re a hopeless masochist.”
The protagonist of the eroge The Priestess Who Gets Raped, Elizabeth, also had masochistic tendencies. Guess even side characters who look like her share the same fetish. If they look similar, do their kinks match too?
I poked her cheek with the tip of my cock and asked,
“So, what were you planning to do with this dick?”
“That’s…”
“Say it. What were you going to do?”
I moved my cock baton from her cheek to her lips, pressing down. She swung her arms in protest, but I caught them. With both wrists restrained, she pressed her lips together and glared at me.
Iruna was the same—this girl was also a genius at pissing me off. That venomous look only fueled my lust. I wanted to strip her and rape her right then, but I held back.
Given how lewd she acted, she’d probably beg for it if I fucked her. But why should I? She pissed me off with her nonsense. Since she was perverted enough to secretly grope my dick, sex would feel more like a reward than punishment.
Until I fixed her bad habits, I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. Even now, she pretended to hate it, but her hot breath tickled the tip of my cock.
I needed to punish her in a way she’d hate. Something that would satisfy my urges without giving her pleasure.
Ah, I had a great idea.
“Fine, don’t answer. I’ll let today slide. Just go.”
“Really…?”
Her face lit up with relief, and the moment her lips parted, I shoved my cock in. Her eyes widened as she tried to pull away, but I yanked her head forward until her nose touched my pelvis.
Her tight throat squeezed around the tip. She desperately moved her tongue, trying to push me out, but it only made the pleasure more intense.
“Mmph! Mmmph!!”
She slapped my thighs, begging me to let go, but stopping now would defeat the purpose of punishment. I enjoyed the sensation of her throat until she was on the verge of gagging, then pulled out. Thanks to Iruna, I’d learned the perfect timing.
The therapist gasped for air, coughing violently.
“Guh! What the hell! You said you’d let me go!”
“Changed my mind. Felt unfair to just send you off. Plus, there’s this.”
I pulled out a pair of panties from my pants pocket. The therapist’s pupils shook at the sight of the pure white cotton underwear.
“Th-That’s…”
“The panties of some perverted bitch who got caught peeping and ran away. No idea who she is, but she must be really horny.”
I pretended not to know just to mess with her. She awkwardly played along.
“Haha… Yeah. Some people are just like that.”
“Don’t laugh. They’re yours.”
Her face froze as I dropped the bomb. What’s with the glare? Got caught lying, huh?
“Prove it. Got any evidence?”
Still playing dumb?
“Cut the crap. Do I look like an idiot?”
“An idiot? What’s that?”
Guess that movie doesn’t exist in this world. No Cinderella, no Tazza. Even for an eroge setting, do people here not enjoy any culture?
“You’re not wearing any panties right now. If I lift your skirt and see your pussy, I’m right. If not, I’m wrong. Wanna bet?”
“You freak. Why should I show you my panties?”
Calling me a pervert with that disgusted look? In my world, that’s a compliment. Can’t resist.
“Then did I show you my dick because I wanted to? Some horny masochist bitch pulled it out while I was sleeping.”
I shut her down, leaving her speechless. While she was distracted, I tried to flip her skirt up, but she desperately held it down.
But a weak therapist like her could never overpower the Guard. I forced her hands away and yanked her skirt up to her chest.
Her pussy looked just as lewd as the rest of her. Her swollen clit was practically begging to be touched, even though I hadn’t done anything.
“See? No panties.”
“Ugh…”
“Ugh?”
“Who’s crying?”
Her eyes were wet. More lies. Earlier, she lied about the panties not being hers too. Born a perverted, shameless bitch.
“You keep lying. If you don’t come clean, I’ll just rip this skirt off. Imagine walking around pantyless—the homeless guys would go wild. Even if you got raped, it’d be self-defense since you flashed your pussy first.”
“How can you say that… You’re a guard…”
“Exactly. As a guard, I can punish liars and sexual harassers. You ran away after getting caught, remember? ‘Those aren’t my panties’?”
“…”
Her tough act crumbled as she started crying. I wondered if her tears would taste like lies. Curious, I licked them—just salty. Guess manga can’t be trusted.
“You psycho…”
The insult landed, but it felt lacking. I wanted a reaction as intense as when I forced her to suck me off. She was too broken now—no fun in tormenting her.
People need hope to resist. To draw out the reaction I wanted, I dangled bait.
“Well, I could let this slide. Like you said, I’m a guard. Can’t just let a virgin get raped by some homeless guy.”
“Really?”
Her face lit up before darkening again.
“You wouldn’t be nice for no reason. What do you want now?”
“Now we’re talking. First, take this.”
I handed her the panties. Her tearful eyes trembled nervously as she looked up at me.
“Hold up. Don’t put them on yet. There’s something else first.”
“…What?”
“A handjob.”
She looked confused. This is why virgins are exhausting. Gotta teach them everything from scratch.
“Use your panties and hand to rub my dick until I cum.”
“…You’re actually insane.”
“Hurry up.”
“Can’t I just use my hand?”
“You wanna be the homeless guys’ public urinal instead?”
She shuddered. The way she reached out and pulled back showed how much she was struggling.
I didn’t rush her. Watching her pride crumble was worth it. If this were a play, I’d give a standing ovation and toss her a few coins.
In the end, she chose the handjob over walking home pantyless. She could’ve had her clothes torn off, cried to the director, and gotten new ones—but she chose to touch my dick. She must’ve wanted it deep down.
If I’d gone with my first idea and fucked her, it wouldn’t have been rape—just angry sex. My dick, already excited from bullying her, happily accepted her touch.
The rough fabric mixed with her soft hand felt surprisingly good. But like a true virgin, she had no experience—her grip was all wrong, barely giving any pleasure.
“At this rate, it’ll take hours. You’re not doing this on purpose to keep touching me, are you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. Like I’d enjoy this.”
“Whatever.”
King’s orders. She trembled but sped up. Still, her technique was awful—it just hurt.
But I didn’t let it show. If I did, she’d get cocky and squeeze harder.
Enduring the pain, she was the first to surrender.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“First, cup it with your palm underneath. You’re not gripping it right—too weak.”
“Like this?”
“Better. Now move up and down.”
Still clumsy, but much better than before. The pleasure wasn’t intense, but her disgusted face made it satisfying.
I stayed silent, enjoying the handjob until she gained confidence and sped up. I could feel myself getting close. Wanting to see her panic, I came without warning.
Splurt. Splurt.
My cock pulsed, shooting cum all over her face, hand, and panties. Drenched in semen, her face twisted in disgust before she looked up at me in relief.
“I did it. We’re done, right?”
“Yeah. You can go.”
She wiped the cum off her face and turned to leave.
“Wait.”
“What now? I did everything you said!”
“Put the panties on first.”
“!”
Her already wide eyes bulged further. Even like this, she was pretty.
“You want me… to wear these?”
Her expression begged me to say no. I nodded silently, and she pleaded.
“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier, for coming at night and touching you without permission. Please forgive me…”
“Should’ve apologized earlier. Too late now.”
“You seriously want me to wear these?”
“Yep. Don’t like it? There’s another option.”
I loved watching hope drain from her face.
“I can fill your pussy with cum, and you can walk home like that. Choose. Go home with a virgin pussy covered in cum, or bleed and drip cum all the way back.”
“Ugh…”
Biting her lip in humiliation, she hesitated before finally stepping into the panties. Unable to bring herself to put them on fully, she looked up at me again.
“Please…”
“Put them on.”
She finally did. The sticky sensation must’ve felt weird—even after putting them on, she kept touching her lower stomach.
“Ugh… So slimy and gross…”
“Now get out.”
“This is over. Don’t ever blackmail me with this again.”
“Depends on how you behave.”
I had endless ways to torment her—why would I let her go? Unsatisfied with my non-answer, she scowled.
I wondered when those defiant eyes would finally break. When would she spread her legs and beg me to fuck her? My discharge was scheduled for tomorrow evening. Before then, I’d train her until she couldn’t live without my cock.
As she awkwardly shuffled toward the door, I called out.
“You’ll check on me tomorrow, right? If you don’t, my condition might worsen—thanks to someone pulling out early.”
“…”
“Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow.”
Adiós. With the therapist gone, time for some good sleep. Gotta dream-fuck that celebrity properly this time.
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