Chapter 39 The Cycle
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The private school bathhouse, normally a sanctuary of quiet steam, amplified the sound of my ragged weeping.
”Ugh, hiccup… mmm… ahhh…”
The middle finger of the Saruou (Monkey King) that had been transplanted onto me had given me far more grip strength than I’d anticipated. In a moment of uncontrolled anxiety, I’d accidentally crushed one of the showerheads in my hand. My chest and groin, those parts of me so thoroughly “trained” by Professor Richard, now felt pleasure just from the simple act of taking a shower—it was enough to send me to the peak of sensation. Yet, as time passed, my body still ached for that doping drug he’d given me, the craving a persistent, clawing need.
I was terrified by how my own body was being rapidly remade, and that terror itself was being overwhelmed by pleasure and the sheer drive of drug dependency. I didn’t know what to do anymore, so I bit down on my finger, shook my leg restlessly, and simply cried and trembled.
—Smell.
I suddenly noticed a familiar scent, distinct from urine, coming from my own body. My eyes, trembling and unfocused, finally managed to look down, and I saw blood swirling and draining away with the shower water.
It was my menstrual period. It hadn’t come for a long time, so why now? Ah, maybe the Dragon’s Blood or the demon-beast factors had something to do with it, I thought.
Normally, this should have been a moment of relief. The fact that the natural process hadn’t been occurring meant there was a dysfunction in my body, and deep down, I knew that wasn’t right. But I—after all the sexual experiences I’d been forced into at the Voice’s command—I couldn’t feel happy about it.
I never knew when the Voice would force me into actual intercourse—whether I’d be assaulted by those delinquents, taken by Harold, or subjected to some special “first time” by Professor Richard. And if that happened, I might get pregnant without wanting to.
That was terrifying, disgusting, and utterly repulsive. I wanted to be like my parents, who had loved me unconditionally until the very end; I wanted to welcome and love my own child with open arms. But I couldn’t do that now.
The beautiful dream of being with someone I loved, making love, embracing a child born from that love, going on picnics together, and walking hand-in-hand as a happy family of three through the town—I knew deep in my heart that this dream would never come true. The Voice would probably get angry if I became pregnant, calling it a “time-loss,” and would certainly abandon the child. Besides, it would be cruel for a child not to know their father, and for their mother to be so unstable. I could never build the warm family my parents had. So why, why was my period starting now?
”Why? Why me… why?”
Trying to calm my unstable heart, I wrapped my arms around myself in a tight hug. I squeezed strongly, strongly—trying to ward off loneliness, trying to give myself courage, trying to remember my parents’ embrace. I hugged myself, and then—that very sensation sent me into an orgasm.
”…”
—Disgusting. I feel sick.
*
Following an instruction from the Voice—‘Make sure to attend the next class; the application forms for the Martial Arts Tournament will be handed out’—I was walking down the hallway when I found myself suddenly surrounded by a group of students. I recognized them. They were the girls from my class who often targeted me and who I suspected helped Harold steal my underwear.
‘Ah, an Ijime (bullying) event here? These random events are unavoidable, aren’t they?’ the Voice mused.
What should I do? If I just ignored them again, it would be the worst-case scenario, like what happened with Heidemarie.
”Hey, are you seriously thinking of entering the Martial Arts Tournament?” one of them asked.
”…”
”Could you not? Having trash like you participate is just a bother for everyone else.”
It was true that I was a delinquent. I rarely attended classes, and when I did, I made no effort to fit in and came across as unpleasant. I was known for weird games with older students who had bad reputations and for sending other unruly students to the infirmary. Anyone with normal sensibilities would frown at someone like me attempting to claim one of the precious spots in such an event, especially when I continuously ignored the kindness of Cliff, who still cared about me, and Lucia, who spoke to me gently, all while causing disturbances in my dorm room.
”You know what kind of trouble you caused Cliff-kun, right?”
”…!” A horrifying, unforgettable scene flashed through my mind.
”Oh, so you can look appropriately pained,” she sneered.
”I’ve been wondering for a while, what exactly is your relationship?” another asked.
‘Well, let’s just keep quiet and ride this out. Physical force is only an option if we’re about to miss class,’ the Voice instructed.
So, the Voice was telling me to keep quiet and not resist.
”Don’t just stand there! Say something!”
”Ick…!” A sharp slap hit my face. That was bad, but there was a more significant problem.
”Huh? Aren’t you overreacting?”
The friction of the slap against my clothing sent a jolt of pleasure right through my nipples. The sweet sensation made my legs tremble, and I almost doubled over, clutching my chest. I hated myself for being like this. The lingering effect of Professor Richard’s “punishment” was still burning inside me.
”If you’re so weak, you definitely shouldn’t enter the tournament.”
”What are you thinking? Gross, it kills the mood,” a third girl said.
Don’t tell me, I thought. I can’t decide anything.
”Wait, why don’t we just make it so she can’t enter?”
”How?”
”Strip her.”
”Oh, right.”
‘Even stark naked, I’ll still enter, you know that, right?’ the Voice interjected.
Why couldn’t I fight back yet? I couldn’t possibly attend class naked. I’d just be told by the teacher at the classroom door to go clean myself up, and that would be the end of it.
”Stop it!” I managed to say.
”Aha, she finally spoke.”
”You don’t want to be stripped? Then we definitely have to strip you.”
‘Resisting will only drag this out. You might as well just strip yourself, Homo-chan,’ the Voice mocked.
No, please! Stop!
”Grab her arms.”
”Let’s start with her panties.”
”Don’t move!”
‘You can’t win against three people!’ the Voice noted.
The Voice was already restraining me, and now being held down by multiple people meant I could barely put up any real resistance. They held me in a painful headlock, and even though I begged them to stop, they didn’t. The more I struggled, the more pleasure surged through me, draining the strength from my body. A hand reached into my skirt.
”Just behave yourself.”
”Wait, is there something wrong with her?”
‘Homo-chan, seriously… why are your nipples all Bin Laden, even in this situation? (scoffs)’ the Voice remarked.
What was this? What was this humiliation? What had I done to deserve this?
”Huh? Wait, this is…” The girl who had peeled off my underwear let out a surprised cry, and the others noticed it too.
”It’s… my period today… Please… stop…” I managed to whisper, squeezing out a voice that was barely there, begging them through my shame.
”Ah-ha-ha-ha!”
”You’re on your period?!”
”Ugh, it stinks!”
”Ew, gross!”
”Ugh… sniff…“
”Hey, she’s crying! Lay off her!”
‘This is too spiteful…’ the Voice observed.
My ears were burning red with shame, and tears blurred my vision.
”Here, here’s your blood, look!”
”Don’t…”
”Smell it, doesn’t it stink?”
My own underwear was shoved into my face, and I nearly gagged.
”Hey! Take this!”
”Huh? What is it?”
”Reina’s period panties.”
”Ugh, I don’t want that!”
My underwear was tossed at a passing boy, and the disgust and humiliation made my chest pound with painful, frantic beats.
”O-oi, you guys! What are you doing?” another voice called out.
”Take this.”
”What is it?”
”Reina’s period panties, they said.”
”B*tch!? Why the hell do you have that?!”
I could only watch as my underwear was passed from one person’s hand to the next.
”Aw, how pathetic,” one of the girls said.
”Now that you’ve learned your lesson, you’re not going to enter the tournament, right? Huh?”
‘That’s impossible, actually. Due to the RTA (Real-Time Attack) constraints, I try to avoid events and the main characters, but if I do, I miss out on the experience points from the event rewards, and the later stages become too difficult. The school martial arts tournament is a mandatory event, but in situations like this, I intend to go for the highest reward without reservation,’ the Voice explained.
If the Voice said it, then there was no avoiding it. Though they couldn’t have read my mind, the girls seemed to realize I still wasn’t going to obey.
”…Fine. Then we’ll put you out of commission.”
”If she’s unconscious, she can’t enter, right?”
”You can just take a nap there while everyone else gets their applications.”
The atmosphere turned menacing. They began to summon their Gifts (blessings), or perhaps their sorcery and weapons—
‘—Line crossed.’ the Voice announced.
The Voice entered me. Something that had been missing clicked into place, and an indescribable something filled me up inside. My expression went blank, and my stiff body went loose, completely relaxed into a natural stance.
”Her demeanor just completely—”
”—Alright, ready, start.”
It took less than two seconds to completely overpower everyone in the hallway.
Notes:
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• Heidemarie – Noble “villainess”; drill-curls, level 70, blessing paralyses weaker people, loves duels.
• Cliff – Son of First-Class Knight Lilia. Practices Flame God Style. Obsessed with defeating strong opponents, especially Reina Alcott after a humiliating loss.
• Lucia – A female classmate of Reina with the (Regeneration) blessing, a power of immense value, unaware of the world government’s interest in her abilities.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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