Chapter 15 – Church Sister’s Assistant Diary (1)
“Aha! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha!!”
Small and compact stature and healthy, bronzed skin.
Looking at her like this, she looks like a girl who likes to run and play outside, but two lumps of flesh that didn’t match her height were bouncing around on her chest.
“Yes, it was you! “What I lacked was you!”
Hero and Demon King
Light and shadow
Order and chaos
And…
Trouble with the manager
Archenemy
An inseparable relationship.
Poporing Spy Iri had 8 daughters a day ◆ She was convinced that this was the person she had been waiting for so long.
“8 daughters a day◆! “You complete me!!”
The posts I worked so hard to spread were deleted in an instant, and all dynamic IPs were blocked, but it didn’t matter!
A VPN is a bit annoying, but you can make one as much as you like.
Today, Poporing uses more than 30 IPs for Buntang.
In fact, nearly 80% of her postings were written by herself.
‘.. Hehe! ‘We need more VPNs and more hateful memes.’
In the meantime, she tried to make a fuss in a gallery without an administrator, but all that remained was futility.
Hearing the cries of gals?
To be honest, it was fun at first.
However, the screams of the audience, who are not the main characters, only become more and more boring.
Another problem was that Gallers, who had become more and more accustomed to the fuss, began blocking and ignoring them.
At least it was nice to see Just Say Kind Things■ somehow getting angry all the time, but it was just to that level.
How can just one gallery stop the ‘man wearing a thousand masks’ who floods the gallery with dozens of dynamic videos and manipulates public opinion?
[Who will win in a fight between a high-level wizard and a high-level spiritist?][451]
The same goes for this Buntang.
Unfortunately, in this year’s Kibae, it was not developed… There was a little accident, but as always, it was I who won in the end.
I wasn’t satisfied.
Because there is no particular value in a guaranteed victory.
However, managers are different.
A battle between the window (VPN) that can penetrate everything and the shield (blocking) that can block everything.
Poporing licked her lips and laughed out loud at the thought that she had finally found an equal to her.
“Ahahaha! 8 daughters a day◆ Welcome to my gallery! “Because of you, I can finally become the true Emperor of Darkness…”
Bang─!
“Noisy! “Do you know what time it is?”
“Hi!…Sin, sin, sorry…I’m sorry…”
Poporing trembled and apologized at the shouting heard through the wall.
Self-proclaimed) Gallery’s three major villains
Self-proclaimed dark emperor of the gallery
(Self-proclaimed) The One Who Wears a Thousand Masks
The reality of Poporing, where people use their anonymity as a shield to cause all sorts of trouble and enjoy people’s attention…
“…I really…Don’t…Know…That I…Are…Grateful…For…Living…In…This…Place…Just wait…And see…How much…I…I’m a great person, but the world doesn’t know my value, so…It’s really…Awesome…If I hit it just once… “I won’t even look at this…Shit…Like house…It’s not soundproof…And…It’s muttering…”
He was just a magic tool maker in a corner of his room who suffered from social phobia.
**
The day before the academy starts.
She went to meet Belin, but because she was not in good health, she was told that she could not meet him and was kicked out of her mansion.
‘She just masturbates all the time and she’s in bad shape.’
[Sectators]
Name: Evelyn Marigold
Number of masturbations: 1284 〉 1301 times
Maximum number of climaxes per day: 16
Last used daughter: Sex with Ian in the academy classroom (delusion)
Evelyn’s masturbation frequency steadily increased, not missing a day.
It’s to the point where I wonder if Evelyn should take the nickname for 8 Daughters a Day, not me.
‘…I’d like to see it.’
It was the first time since I became independent that I had not seen Ibelin and her face for this long.
It felt quite a loss to lose the person who had always been by her side.
‘Well, I’ll see you tomorrow… I’m glad there’s at least a gallery.’
If she had heard that Ibelin was sick in the absence of the Gallery and Sectators, she would have forced herself to meet him.
It’s impossible for Evelyn to be sick and not be by her side.
But…
[Author: Childhood Friend Rape■] = [Eveline Marigold]
[Aaaaah!!! I don’t want the semester to start!!!!][4]
Ahhhhh!! Why am I in the same class as my childhood friend!!!
ㅇㅇ(892.151): But you’re glad we’re in the same class, right?
ㄴChildhood friend rape■: Of course it’s okay, fuck! But ahhh!!!
ㄴ ㅇㅇ (892.151): Ugh, another seizure. How long are you going to have a seizure? Have you met your childhood friend since that day?
ㄴChildhood Friend Rape■: Shut up ahhh!!!
‘Because you look healthy.’
Even though it couldn’t completely fill her emptiness about not being able to meet Belin, the gallery soothed her to some extent.
[Writer: Just say kind words■] = [Elfriede Carlella]
[But isn’t Eva the one blocking the wallpaper?][18]
Are there times when you do it just because it’s worth wallpapering? Why do they say it proves why bastards are uncivilized?
ㅇㅇ(74.817): ㄹㅇ.. I need to tell you why elves are so shit.
ㄴ8 daughters a day◆: No, you can just fight in the comments. I heard they don’t block comments?
ㄴOnly say kind words■: If you fight in the comments, your post will be buried!!
ㄴ8 daughters a day◆: Fighting for show?
ㄴOnly say kind words■: If you’re not going to show it, why fight?
‘…As expected, this guy is crazy.’
I feel like I want to ignore it, but if I ignore it, I’m sure I’ll have a seizure.
ㄴ 8 daughters a day◆: I have some crazy thoughts. I will build an arena and we will fight there.
ㄴ Just say kind words■: What is an arena?
ㄴ 8 daughters a day ◆: I will post a notice with administrator privileges, so let’s fight by commenting on it. Then the gallery will be clean and it won’t get buried.
ㄴ Just say kind words■: That’s such a fucking idiotic idea hahalet’s do it right now haha
ㄴ 8 daughters a day◆: ㅇㅋ Rules may be added later, but for now, the same topic can be posted at least 2 weeks apart, and the one who fights and loses will be blocked for 2 weeks.
ㄴ Childhood Friend Rape■: 2 weeks without a gallery? How can I endure this? If it were me, I would commit suicide.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ (211.209): ㄹㅇ It’s an arena where you fight for your life.
ㄴ 8 daughters a day ◆: And if an arena is opened and you fight outside or do not admit defeat and spread the word, you will be blocked for 100 days.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ (511.462): Is it really okay? Looks like it’s going to be so clean
ㄴ Peasant Farmer■: Now, let’s start praising the manager.
ㄴ Just say nice things■: Don’t talk back.
ㄴ Peasant ■: Honestly, this is worth doing haha.
Although there were occasional negative comments, they were overwhelmingly positive.
“8 daughters a day◆ Is it you again…”
At this level, isn’t I a natural manager?
Thinking back on it, it was genius to come up with the crazy idea of an arena in an instant.
When you are intoxicated and amazed by your own management skills…
ㄴSacred power storage container■: …Master?
ㄴSacred Power Storage Tong■: Now, won’t you give me an order?
“…!”
My eyes widened when I saw a comment notification with a nickname I could never forget.
‘What? How did you know that ㅇㅇ (89.74) is 8 daughters a day?’
Surprised, I checked and found that it was a reply to a comment written with ㅇㅇ (89.74), not 8 daughters a day◆.
‘Ah…Even if I log in, I keep getting notifications.’
While I was checking, I took a quick look at the conversation I had with Monk Yuris, and blood rushed to my dick again.
‘Looking at it again, it still sucks…’
Contrary to the thought that everything would disappear like a one-night dream, Monk Yuris did not even delete the photos and left them as is.
ㄴSacred Power Storage Tank■: Please command…The bitch…Now…You can’t do it without the master.
At that time, the additional comment made my heart race.
Exciting─ Exciting─
‘Could it be… Serious?’
If the…
But really, if…
Doesn’t Monk Yury truly regard me as his master?
As soon as a thought passes through my head…
▶Sectators has been updated!!
A new notification window appeared in front of me.
**
3 days after becoming my master’s bitch.
Juris withered as he waited for his master, who disappeared without saying a word.
The first day without photos was still bearable.
However, from the second day onwards, the flame inside my body grew rapidly… And now the heat has become unbearable.
‘…Shall I upload a picture…?’
I kept thinking that for a moment, but then shook my head.
I didn’t want to disappoint the owner by uploading it without permission.
ㄴSacred Power Storage Tank■: Please command…The bitch…Now…You can’t do it without the master.
In the end, all Yuris could do was plead for orders through comments.
“Master…”
Like a dog sitting at the door waiting for its owner to return from work, Uris stared at the comments intently, but chewed his lip at the constant number of comments.
‘Did you really… Abandon me…?’
Could it be that the owner has also removed his hair like in ‘It’s also pink down there■’?
As the negative thoughts that he had worked so hard to suppress began to creep up, the corners of Yuris’ eyes became moist.
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74): Does a bitch have the habit of calling her master first?
“Ahh…!!”
At that moment, Juris checked the reply and let out an exclamation of joy.
If Juris had a tail, she would definitely have been wagging it.
With just one comment, the pain disappeared faster than when I posted the photo, and the disappointment and sadness caused by the lack of response over the past few days evaporated in an instant.
ㄴSacred Power Storage Tank■: I’m sorry… I thought my master abandoned me… I’m sorry…
ㄴㅇㅇ (89.74): What should you throw away? I was testing how much you can endure… But you are an impatient bitch.
In fact, as Ian expected, the first thing Juris tried to do after completely escaping from the long wave of pleasure was to delete the post and comment.
‘I… Have to… Erase…’
She knew it in her head, but she couldn’t erase it.
Every time she rereads the comments, she is reminded of the pleasure she felt back then.
An overwhelming feeling of pleasure that I could never feel when I was alone with my back resting on the pillow.
Just as a glass that has once been cracked cannot be restored, the pleasure that Ian gave left an indelible mark on Yuris’ body.
ㄴㅇㅇ (89.74): But… I guess the bitch is in a lot of heat since she’s urging me on like this.
Juris’s lips became dry when she saw the straightforward yet shallow tone of the master she had been waiting for.
“…That’s right…”
ㄴSacred Power Storage Tank■: Yes… Bitch… I’m in heat…
ㄴㅇㅇ(89.74): Then, tell me what you are wearing right now.
Yuris looked down after seeing the comment.
Although her breasts are not visible, all she is wearing is a large t-shirt and underwear.
ㄴSacred power storage container■: T-shirt and… Underwear…
ㄴㅇㅇ (89.74): Take off her t-shirt and take a picture of her underwear.
“Yes!”
After hearing the command, Juris jumped up from his seat and answered with his mouth.
As expected, instead of the comfortable underwear I usually wear, I did well to wear something transparent even though it was uncomfortable.
‘Master…I wonder if you like it…’
Standing in front of the mirror, Yuris changed her position several times and took pictures of her underwear.
‘…I think this came out the best? …No…Is it this?…That…Looks too fat…’
A lewd smile that she didn’t recognize was on Yuris’s lips as he carefully selected a photo of her to show.
‘Yes, this would be best…’
ㄴSacred power storage container■: (Link) Here…
(A shot of her breasts taken with her upper body slightly pushed forward to make her breasts look bigger.Jpg)
Exciting─ Exciting─
‘Hey, should you say it’s sexy… Or perverted… Or… Pretty?’
What kind of answer will you get?
“Whoa…♥”
Yuris, imagining her master’s answer, trembled and let out a strange moan.
