Chapter 252 Interlude: Honoka’s Bound Exposure Training*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I paraded Honoka through the city. Usually, that wouldn’t be anything special-assuming, of course, that Honoka was dressed normally.
”Haa… haa… Goshujin-sama², this outfit… it’s too embarrassing to be outside like this…”
Calling her “practically naked” right now would be an understatement. Instead of clothes, she was bound in rough hemp rope. It was a kikkou³ tie, designed to make her heavy, ripe mounds bulge out even more prominently. The rope bit deep into her p**sy, which was shamelessly leaking love-juice that dripped down her thighs and onto the pavement. Her hands were tied behind her back, linked to the rope between her legs. If she tried to lower her arms to ease the pressure, the noose around her neck would tighten.
I gripped the lead attached to her collar and marched her through the heart of the city.
”Kuhaha! Honoka, look. Every man here has a hard-on just watching your shameful display. Does being watched get you off that much?”
”No! You’re wrong! Ugh… please, don’t look! Don’t look at me like this!”
”And yet your p**sy is soaking wet. You’re just a little pervert who loves being watched, aren’t you?”
”Nooooooo!”
Honoka writhed in shame.
She was wearing a blindfold and noise-canceling earbuds. Aside from my voice piped through the mic, she couldn’t see or hear a thing. She was completely cut off from the world.
Truth be told, this was just a little game. Though, calling it “training” wasn’t exactly a lie.
We hadn’t actually returned to Maginoia yet. We were still in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber-the place where time slows to a crawl.
I had reproduced the streets of Foxia, the capital of Greedia. I could have gone with our old hometown or a busy crossing like Shibuya, but Foxia felt more familiar.
There was, however, one thing missing: life. No people, no animals. The trees were there, but they didn’t feel like bark; they were just hollow shells.
Honoka knew this, of course. But the nagging “what if” in the back of her mind was enough to keep her drowning in humiliation. I’d thought about using a gag, but I wanted to hear her beg.
”Oh, look. A female Monster Hunter who knows you is pointing and calling you a ‘slut.’ And that kid over there is asking his mom, ‘Why is that lady naked?’ Why don’t you give them an answer?”
”Goshujin-sama, you’re so cruel… there’s… there’s no way I could say anything…”
Despite her protests, she looked almost happy. I suppose that’s what happens when you train someone to be a total masochist. Though for now, her shame was still winning out.
I continued to verbally degrade her until we reached our destination. Her mouth kept saying “no,” but her body was honest; she jumped every time I spoke. Love-juice trailed down her legs, leaving a dotted path of puddles behind her.
Naturally, thanks to my orders, she hadn’t been allowed to climax yet. Not that Honoka is the type to finish from just this much.
She could have tried to crouch down to hide, but she couldn’t. Even if she did, it might hide her tits, but it would only expose her rope-bound p**sy even more. Plus, the neck tie would choke her.
”What? You want to ‘have her’? Don’t fuck with me. She’s mine. You want a broken jaw instead? Step up!”
”Hi-!? What? What happened? Who’s there?”
”Oh, sorry. Just some reckless idiot who wanted to fuck you. I chased him off.”
”I-I see… T-thank you, Goshujin-sama.”
Of course, no one was actually there. If there had been, I would have made sure they never fucked anyone again. Castration would be step one.
Honoka was actually smirking a little. Even if it was a farce, she liked being protected. If it were Koganei… he probably would have run or just handed her over. Knowing that is why being protected by me makes her so happy.
Not that I was going to stop teasing her.
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We left the house, marched down the boulevard, and arrived at the Arena. This was the goal.
I led Honoka to the very center of the stage. Usually, this place would be roaring with the heat and cheers of gladiators and monsters fighting. Now, it was as silent as a grave. Or so it seemed.
”Whoa, incredible. The whole stadium is packed. Everyone’s here to see your shameful display, Honoka.”
”No! Please! Stop looking! Don’t look at me like this!”
I had zero intention of letting her off the hook.
”Ladies and gentlemen! You want to see this girl lose her mind with lust, don’t you?! …They say they do.”
”Wait! Goshujin-sama, please!”
”I’m not waiting.”
I moved behind her and pulled her close. My right hand kneaded her breasts, rolling her n**ipss between my fingers. My left hand went straight between her thighs, my fingers digging into her heat.
”Hyaa! Ah! Stop, Goshujin-sama, wait! Ahh! Stop it! Hyan! Aan!”
”You want me to stop? Really? Even though you’re flooding me with juice?”
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. Honoka began to dutifully lick the love-juice off my hand.
”Nn… chu… slurp… lick…”
”How does it taste? Your own flavor.”
”Fua… ugh… don’t make me say it…”
”Say it.”
”It… it tastes… delicious…”
She whispered it, barely audible. That bashfulness is great, but the “audience” needs to hear it.
”I can’t hear you. Louder.”
”Ugh… It’s delicious! My love-juice… is delicious!”
”Kuhaha! Good girl. I’ll vouch for that; you taste amazing. Oh? You guys want a drink too? Sorry, look but don’t touch.”
”No! No, no! You can’t have my juice! Only Goshujin-sama is allowed to lick me!”
”…So she says.”
Looking at it from the outside, this “one-man show” must look pretty pathetic. I went back to work on her crotch.
”Nn-ah! A-an! No! Nooo! I’m c**ming! I’m gonna go!”
”Is that so? Well then, let’s show them how you finish.”
”No! Please! Not like this! Nooooo!”
Splat! Squirt!
Despite her begging, her body was honest. She squirted, reaching a hard climax. She bent over, her body twitching violently. Being blindfolded had clearly dialed her sensitivity up to eleven.
”A-ah… don’t look… don’t look at me while I’m c**ming…”
She was still twitching, but unfortunately for her, we were just getting started.
”Alright, I’m going in. I need to make sure everyone gets a good look at your slutty parts.”
”Eh? Hyah!”
I pulled out my c**k and hoisted her legs up, pinning her in an M-shape to show the “crowd” exactly where the rope was biting into her.
”Kuha! The audience is staring right into your hole, Honoka.”
”No! Stop! Goshujin-sama, please don’t show them!”
Even as she wailed, her p**sy was dripping. The constant friction from the rope had done its job.
”Wait, Goshujin-sama! Anything but that! Not here! At least… at least somewhere where no one is looking!”
”Denied. Here it comes!”
”Higuuuuuu!”
I shoved it into her ass. In this position, the back door was an easier target.
”Yaaa! Goshujin-sama, you idiot! It went in… ugh… h-huuu…”
”Who are you calling an idiot? You’re the one crying while you’re clearly loving it.”
”Ugh… it’s true… but it’s so mean… ah! Hyan! No, wait, don’t move!”
”Too late for that. We’re already in. Might as well give the people what they came for.”
”No! Ah! Aan! Don’t look! Don’t look at meeee! Ahiin! Hahi!”
I held her tight and started grinding my hips. Her ass had basically become a second set of genitals at this point. Her sphincter squeezed my c**k tight while her insides clung to me like syrup.
Gupo! Jupo! Kupo! Jupo!
”Hihyaaan! I’m feeling it! I shouldn’t be, but I am! I’m feeling it because strangers are watching me! Ahi! Hahin!”
Wait. This reaction… it wasn’t just the blindfold.
”Honoka… don’t tell me you’re actually getting off on being watched?”
”—! No… that’s… nhyaaan!”
She gasped. She denied it, but I’d hit the nail on the head.
”Lying is bad, Honoka. Say it. ‘I’m a pervert who loves being watched while I’m being slutty.’”
”N-no… I… I am…”
”Say it!”
”—! I… I’m a pervert who loves having strangers watch my lewd parts! So… so please… look at me more! Look at how slutty I am! Watch me moan!”
”Good. Here’s your reward for being honest!”
I hammered into her, bottoming out against her womb through the rectal wall.
”Ahiiiiiin! It feels so good! Goshujin-sama! Goshujin-sama! Look at me! Look at me getting fucked! Watch me break! Aan! Hahiiin!”
The dam finally broke. The face that was full of shame was now wearing a dazed, blissful grin, tongue lolling out.
This was the real Honoka. A lewd, masochistic, slutty meat-slave that belonged only to me.
Slap! Squelch! Slap! Squelch!
I pumped into her violently, the sounds of wet friction echoing in the silence. Her tits, which were way too big for her height, bounced wildly.
”Ahiiiiin! Ohiiiiin! More! Look at me more! Look at the pervert Honoka! I’m c**ming! I’m c**ming in front of everyone! Ahh! I’m going again!”
Her ass squeezed me with every peak. I was reaching my limit too.
”Honoka, I’m gonna blow! I’m coming inside!”
”Do it! In my ass! Shoot it all inside me, Goshujin-sama! Fill me up while I c**m! Watch me gooooo!”
Dopu! Byuru! Buryu!
”Hahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! I’m… cummingggggg!”
Splat! Squirt!
As I filled her bowels, Honoka squirted one last time in a massive spray. She looked completely lost in a haze of pure happiness.
”Ahee… Goshujin-shama… more… do it more…”
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”Ugh! There’s no one here! Goshujin-sama, you liar!”
Those were the first words out of Honoka’s mouth once I untied her and took off the blindfold. She was practically snapping at me through her tears.
”That was so embarrassing! I was so scared!”
She sat on the ground, puffing her cheeks out like a squirrel and pouting. Even when she’s mad, she’s cute.
”But you liked it, didn’t you?”
”That… well… yeah. I was dying of shame, but it felt amazing…”
She was clearly embarrassed about how much she’d lost it. Her voice trailed off at the end.
”But! We are never doing that again!”
”Alright, alright.”
Not like we could anyway. If we did this in the real world, it would be social suicide. We’d be finished as human beings.
More importantly…
”Honoka, you sure you’re okay without something in here?”
I slid my hand between her legs as she sat there. Just as I thought, she was a mess. When I slipped a finger inside her p**sy, it clamped down and wouldn’t let go.
”An! No, I’m not okay. I want you so bad it hurts… please… put it in.”
”Fair enough. Come here then.”
I sat down cross-legged. My c**k hadn’t lost an inch of its hardness.
”Yeah.”
Honoka managed a nod and crawled over, straddling me and slowly lowering herself down. Her p**sy, which knew my shape by heart, swallowed me whole. Her favorite: the lotus position.
”Nn… a… ahaaan! Goshujin-sama… it’s all the way in… Ah, I love it. I love you so much.”
She began to rock her hips slowly, her dazed face swaying right in front of mine. I leaned in and kissed her.
”A… n… chu… slurp… Haa… Goshujin-sama… I love you. I love you more than anything. That’s why… Goshujin-sama…”
I patted her head gently.
”Yeah. I know, Honoka. I know.”
Honoka, I’ll love you until the day I die (I’ll never forgive you).
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Honoka’s Exposure Training, I’ve been wanting to write this somewhere. But like Natsumi said in the main story, it’s the kind of thing that ends you as a person, so I kept putting it off.
But then Natsumi and Honoka died, and I realized… wait, doesn’t that mean I can finally do it now? So I wrote it.
How was it? Did you like it? I hope so.
Man, Honoka just keeps getting more erotic. Truly a blessing.
”As long as it’s hot, it’s fine!” (The Ultimate Lifeform)
Next time, we’re back to the main story!
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Summary:
The protagonist subjects Honoka to a simulated ‘Exposure Training’ in a Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He tricks her into believing they are in a crowded arena to amplify her shame. Despite her initial resistance, she eventually admits to her exhibitionist desires, leading to a intense s*xual encounter before returning to intimacy.
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Trivia:
- The city of Foxia and the capital Greedia are part of the story’s world-building.
- The protagonist explicitly mentions a ‘Hyperbolic Time Chamber’ similar to Dragon Ball.
- The scenario is a ‘simulation’ because Honoka and Natsumi are technically dead in the main story timeline.
- Koganei is mentioned as someone who would have likely abandoned Honoka, contrasting with the protagonist’s protective (if twisted) possessiveness
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Character Insight:
Honoka shows deep-seated masochistic and exhibitionistic motives, finally admitting she enjoys being watched. The protagonist’s final thought (‘I’ll never forgive you’) suggests a lingering resentment or a dark reason for his obsessive ‘love’.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes that this chapter was written only because the characters are currently ‘dead’ in the main plot, allowing for more extreme content that would otherwise be ‘socially suicidal’.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Honoka – Petite, cute “transistor‑glamour” girl with high‑level healing magic, built like a tiny bomb of lewdness and huge breasts. Started as a cold‑hearted slave mocking Sasaki, then flipped into full devoted “Goshujin‑sama” maid mode, obsessed with his scent and desperate to bear his child. Used to be Hidaka’s obsession, later violated by Sugita, which left her furious and tightly protective of the protagonist. Bashful smiles, but the second anything touches him she goes nuclear. Usually in a sleazy maid outfit, the anti‑aesthetic to Lotte and Nadja’s clean uniforms.
• Koganei – Height 166 cm, weight 56 kg. A mood-maker in the baseball club. He was only after Honoka’s body and worked with Oshiro to steal her from Akiyama.
• Natsumi – The protagonist. Height 168 to 171 cm, weight 57 to 59 kg. He has a baby face, but he hides his eyes with his bangs. He was bullied by the Sugita gang just because his name sounded like a girl’s name.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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