Chapter 637 – The Magic City and the Great Detective
Soon after, he senses that Aira’s soul will completely collapse due to this sticky assistant.
“Haa… Haa… Juicy… Juicy…”
Perhaps feeling that her Aira has completely surrendered to her, one of her young ladies lays her on her pool table and then thrusts her own mandling cunt into her face with her Aira.
And Aira, who sucks her young lady’s vagina hard as she has learned over the past few days. If it had been like before, she might have bitten her crotch like a beast with her rebellious expression, but since she was already a half-subdued child, she couldn’t bear to resist and concentrated on caressing her daughter eagerly. Do.
“I’ll clean it up nicely~ Can’t you move?”
“…?”
Then, a young lady took her tweezers and reached between the crotches of Ira, who was lying desperately caressing her, and brought them to her genitals.
Tok. Todok…!!
“Huh!!
A tingling sensation felt between the crotch. Ira realizes what is going on between her own crotch and she puts on a horrified look.
“Don’t move~? Do the caress properly. You haven’t forgotten what you swore to us, right?”
Ira, who swore that she would be faithful to the orders of her young ladies, in exchange for forced apostasy, torture within the limit of no bodily mutilation.
She feels her own oath shaken in less than five minutes since her oath.
‘…Because this is within the promised range.’
Ira desperately tries to rationalize her situation by giving herself due. And her self-esteem that she is unknowingly being shaved off.
“Huh!! Heh!! Heh!!”
Aira desperately endured the stinging stimulation she felt from her genitals and concentrated on sucking the young lady’s genitals that had crushed herself.
‘Ow… It’s become my taste.’
Seong-il is satisfied with Aira’s crotch, which has become a mandulman’s pussy through waxing. He took a light bite of the breast of the half-faint young lady lying under her stomach and watched her progress with an interested expression.
“It’s done! Shall we go to the next step?”
The young ladies repeat all kinds of low and mentally painful torture that can be done within the scope of the promise.
“Ooh…”
It’s basic to put a dog’s tail in the anus and walk around the club. She even does a ridiculous dance naked in the square of the club.
It’s a bonus to be beaten by obese men’s vulgar language and stares. Some of them couldn’t stand the beauty of Aira and even tried to rape her, but were barely subdued by her Seongil and returned home.
Ira, who has been under stress beyond her imagination for such a short time, gradually loses her rebelliousness and transforms into a passive figure.
“Oh~! Can you withstand this too? That’s great?”
“…Thank you.”
The high self-esteem and rebelliousness she showed in her early days are nowhere to be seen. From the outside, she looks like someone who has given up on everything.
‘There’s deep anger piled up in my heart.’
However, with her sensitivity, she was able to read the emotions of others, and she felt that Aira’s current state was like a volcano on the verge of an explosion.
‘Resignation and anger are piled up together… If you use this well…’
As two different souls are mixed, it seems that it is easy to have such contradictory emotional states.
“This is the last mission of the day! If you hold on to this, I won’t train you for half a day!”
“…”
She tried to act like a helpless doll, but when Aira heard the words of her half-day of freedom, she reacted strongly by flinching her body the moment.
“Cook-Cook!”
Seeing Aira’s reaction, her young ladies covered her mouth in unison and began to laugh and laugh at her.
‘…It’s a real stench.’
While the male members of The Club did their best to act faithful to their desires like animals, the female members strangely enjoyed cruelly trampling on or playing with the feelings of others.
The former was a kind of instinct, so I could sympathize with it a little, but the latter wasn’t, so even though I’ve seen such an act for quite a long time, Seong-il still feels unfamiliar and disgusted with the young ladies’ actions.
‘…I also prided myself on playing with people on the palm of my hand while tutoring, but I was really nothing.’
At that time, Seong-il was lost in random thoughts for a while. Rose approaches her Ira and recites her final condition.
“See that table over there?”
“…Yes.”
The view of the ‘human’ table in the direction Rose pointed. One sex slave woman, with one of her poles as her support, was serving as her table, with her back bent at 90 degrees.
“Your goal for today is to serve as a more ‘beautiful’ table than that one?”
“…?”
When Aira doesn’t seem to understand the young lady’s blunt words, her young lady gestures lightly as if she understands and orders something from another slave.
“Gulp… Gulp…”
A female slave who drinks a potion to increase strength and flexibility. She leads her fortified body and approaches a pole set up for pole dancing in the center of her stage.
Suug…!!”
A woman leaning back in limbo after grabbing her pole. As she gets into position, her servants skillfully place various objects on her belly.
“That’s what you’re going to do today! Isn’t it simple?”
“…”
“You don’t have to worry too much? We’re not going to force you, a beginner, either?”
Seeing Ira’s slightly reluctant expression, Rose tries to give her a clever explanation by mixing her coaxing words.
There would be no direct violence or sexual torture. Even if an accident caused by bumping into another person occurs, she says she won’t rebuke her and makes a mouth-watering noise.
“How about it? It only takes one hour!”
“…If it fails?”
“Cuk-Cuk… In that case… Insult the Shinigami.”
“…!!”
The reappearance of absolutely unacceptable conditions. However, if it had been before, she would have uttered words of rejection, but the devil’s soul, weakened by the non-response of the Shinigami and the continued torture for about a week, could not control Aira’s body as strongly as before, so she hesitated.
‘Oh… This will work?’
Rose feels that Ira is swayed by her sensitive senses, which she has developed from playing with people for many years.
Because Rose wants to use this opportunity strongly, she starts to press her Aira a little harder.
“I don’t like it? I offered such a benevolent condition… But you’re full? Then, for the remaining half of the day, you’ll be tied up there and trained for patience with the slaves…”
“…!!”
Ira flinches and becomes greatly agitated as Rose spits out her punishment, which she has feared most over the past week.
‘Ah, a bitch.’
As you say, it is patience training, which is no different from going through all sorts of terrible torture.
The insane training of suppressing the whole body with a straitjacket and feeding it to the limit with estrus to make it glow with a rotor attached to the body, or avoiding the electrified floor as much as possible while hanging in the air drove even the slaves who had endured here for quite a long time crazy, Even though Ira just looked at her without being directly affected, Ira is afraid of patience training.
‘…I’m sure I would have told Charlotte to ban the drill. If you dare to bring that out, that means Rose smelled something.’
Her original would have immediately had her Charlotte deny her the training, but when Rose smells something of her and seems to win her a match, her seongil doesn’t seem to stop her.
“Ha… I will… Table…”
“Oh! Good choice! Go get a seat!”
As her aira shows off her rice cake, Rose carries her to the designated place, desperately hiding her joy.
“Gulp… Gulp…”
Ira drinks a potion that allows her body to remain undamaged and her grotesque posture to last longer. Then she picks up the bar and lies on her back, as her demonstrator did.
“All you have to do is take a posture like this! Just one hour! Isn’t it good?”
Nod
She didn’t really appreciate it, but she didn’t want to defy Rose’s judgement, so Ira nodded her head gracefully to her agreement.
“Thank you? Ah! That’s right! I forgot. I should have told you this beforehand…”
Rose, abominably, takes the performance as if she missed one of her explanations because of her mistake. She then takes a nearby vase and thrusts it into Ira’s face.
“By the way, the table you’re going to use is not just a simple table, but a vase table? You’re beautiful, so you should have a flower in your mouth!”
‘A bitch like a dog…!!’
Ira feels her dead rebelliousness and hatred welling up again at the hateful attitude of Rose, who subtly adds her terms of the deal.
‘… I must say, she has a flower in her mouth.’
However, that doesn’t mean I can’t say the opposite now. Ira already knew from her past experience that if she rebelled, she would be criticized and harassed.
“Ah~ Do~”
“…”
Aira, with her resigned appearance, meekly begins to open her mouth as Rose tells her to.
‘…That’s one rose… Oops!?’
That’s when she tries to endure as much as possible mentally and holding a flower in her mouth. Ira freaks out when she feels cold liquid pouring into her mouth.
“Isn’t it heartbreaking to see such a beautiful flower soon wither? So I put water in it! Do you like it?”
‘A bitch to rip and kill…!!’
It’s already hard to get into her pose, but as she pours water into her mouth and stops her from spitting it out, Ira feels her blood gushing backwards.
“Kurr…”
However, because of the water that fills her mouth, her Ira is unable to utter the words of her anger, leaving her in despair.
“Would you like some tea?”
Rose and several of her young ladies stand in front of Aira, who borrows the power of her magic potion to maintain her bizarre posture.
They sit on the chairs made of slaves and start chatting about this and that.
“Oh, so I made that idiot have time to reflect, and that’s really…”
The young ladies deliberately shared all sorts of heinous stories as if they were talking on a picnic, as if Aira wanted to hear them. In fact, whenever she hears the story, Aira flinches as if she has heard her threat.
“I brought tea…”
A slave who brought a tea set to her naked body with a lot of timidity. To that answer, her young ladies lightly nodded their heads in response.
“Bugg…!!!”
A violent reaction that came out of Aira’s mouth as she filled her mouth with water. Embarrassingly, her slave removes her tray and places her hot teapot right on her bare body in Aira, making her suffer.
“What? You can’t stand this?”
Rose reprimands her Aira in a cold tone when she takes the expected action, even though she already knew that her Aira wouldn’t be able to withstand her heat.
‘It’s a ceremony for taming.’
Seeing the servant girl standing next to her and watching Rose’s reaction expressionlessly, her Seong-il realizes that this is a kind of ‘report ceremony’.
‘Is this a situation where, in fact, everyone except Aira knows that these words are far-fetched?’
Seong-il, who was able to read the emotions of the people gathered in the small group through emotion, could feel that the current situation was a kind of twisted production.
However, like her naked king, Aira, who does not know this fact, is under strong pressure, so she frowns and tries to endure the heat somehow.
“What are you frowning? Are you saying I’m funny?”
“Burr…!!”
Ira, who is trying to somehow open her eyes and say no to Young lady. However, the young lady seems to be holding on to the handle of her teapot and presses hard, causing pain in her Aira.
“It’s arrogant. Take care of your expression properly. Got it?”
“Burr…”
Ira nods her head as her cold sweat trickles down her face. Seeing that, the young lady relaxed her hard expression, relaxed her hand, and continued her conversation.
“The tea is cold.”
“Yes. Hold on…”
‘Is that why you used a small teapot on purpose?’
Seong-il realizes why the young girls enjoy tea time using a single-person teapot that is much smaller than the one they usually use.
Seong-il realizes that her daughters are actually trying to torture her Aira as painfully as possible by continuously pouring hot water into the teapot over and over again under the pretext of tea time.
In addition, the teapot may have been deliberately equipped with a special device for torture, and the hot heat is preserved for a long time, inflicting terrible pain on her Aira.
“Huh… Is the new table usable? It’s nice to the touch.”
Rose lightly caresses her blemish-free Ira’s plump breasts, then slaps her fingers at her hair, slapping her beautiful pink nipples.
“Oops…!!”
Ira flinches from her pain as she suddenly oozes from her nipples. In the meantime, she was the young ladies who got up from their seats. Thanks to her, Ira was able to swallow her anger and shame and endure her pain.
‘It’s over…’
