Chapter 85 – [Side Story] The Princess Who Can’t Be Hypnotized
“Ugh… Eww…”
Violetta glanced in the direction of her stretching viola and straightened her posture.
To keep her body from curling up, she sits at attention with her back as straight as possible. His expression was also pretending to be as calm as possible. It was hard for her to bear the twist from the stretching pain, but she tried hard to straighten her expression. Because that was what the man asked for.
Even after trying so hard, the man’s attention still seems to be focused only on Viola. Rubbing Viola’s body, she transmits only indirect sensations to Violetta.
Violetta somehow felt impatience. She feels like she’s being mistreated.
The man’s tone, which was more ruthless than usual, continues to linger in my head.
“You… No, master Uh, how long are you going to be playing only the viola… ?”
“Do you want me to touch you too?”
“Ugh, that…”
That’s right. Violetta wanted a man to touch her body. It was because she was not in a situation where her attention was repeatedly sold to Viola.
Jealous? Maybe something like that Violetta couldn’t understand why a man would compare her to Viola or something.
‘I’m special.’
Didn’t she whisper like that every day? She is rather special because she cannot be manipulated at will. Anyway, what the hell is this situation?
Asking me to pretend to be hypnotized all of a sudden, bringing in a viola and making comparisons and learning from it, plus an attitude close to cold and neglect.
Why did you ask me to pretend to be hypnotized in the first place?
At first, I thought it was part of a simple game, but somehow, I started thinking more and more strangely.
I heard all sorts of crazy thoughts. The final destination of the deliberation was a rather terrible guess.
‘Are you sure you’re tired of me?’
Isn’t it? He was a man who treated women as consumables and used them like devoted partners. I’ve never shown that kind of attitude towards Violetta, but that’s just a consequential story. Counterexamples can always appear in inductive reasoning.
I mean, if that guy is fed up with her now and starts wanting a girl who can handle her again like she used to… So he asks me to pretend to be hypnotized and if he’s giving me one last chance…
Hig. Another hiccup broke out.
With her heart pounding, Violetta straightened her posture a little more stiffly.
My bloated stomach complained of pain and I felt nauseous. Even though I was sick and ashamed, I didn’t feel as good as I used to.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Every time the man massaged Viola’s body, indirect stimulation came through her synchronized senses, but Violetta couldn’t get as much pleasure as usual.
The groping sensation felt as unpleasant and creepy as before. Feels like a spider crawling through your skin.
Her man spoke softly to her.
“There is no particularly violent reaction now? Have you adapted to play enough?”
“…”
“Good.”
I didn’t reply and pretended to be as calm as possible, and the man nodded his head in satisfaction.
Did he really want such a doll-like reaction?
Even after the man showed a satisfactory response, he still did not lay a hand on Violetta. He continues to caress Viola’s body and sends only indirect signals from her. The impatience grew. When are you going to touch my body?
“Oh that…”
“Do you have anything to say?”
“Oh, nothing. Master.”
I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut while looking at the man’s eyes.
He wasn’t looking for an assertive woman right now. Violetta felt jealous of Viola for her man’s attention, but she couldn’t help but be terrified, as it seemed that things would go awry if she actively appealed for it.
The man caressed Viola’s body tenaciously and meticulously. He stroked her nipples and teased her, rubbing her clitoris gently as if it were tickling. Her juices were already leaking down her thighs, but Viola’s expression was still calm.
Violetta couldn’t possibly imitate her perfect expressionless expression like she did.
Far from restraining her expression, she would quickly lose her posture at the slightest provocation.
Every time she twisted her body, it felt like the fluid in her stomach was pressing down on her organs.
Then the man finally starts to rub his erect cock against Viola’s cunt.
Click…
“Whoops… !”
Violetta groaned as she lifted her chin.
The big eyes gleamed finely.
Are you saying you want to have sex with that woman? They handed over only the by-product-like sensations to me… ?
Hold on hold on, Violetta screamed.
“Stop! Have sex only with me Why on earth would such a doll-shell bitch besides me… !”
“What do you care who I fuck with?”
“What… ?”
Violetta’s body froze as she struggled.
“You can’t really…”
Violetta couldn’t finish her words. It was because the man had driven his cock right into Viola’s cunt.
Let’s try… !
“Kyaa… !”
Violetta almost screamed at her sudden stimulation and her body trembled. The man hit his cock all the way to the inside at once, without regard for acknowledgment.
With a momentary force, the flag that had been blocking her buttocks popped off.
“Oh, heh, uh, uh… !”
Along with the sensation of electric current running down my back, slimy liquid leaked out. Her stomach emptied in an instant, and Violetta lost her balance and collapsed onto the floor.
Iron puck.
Her puddles were full, her liquid splashing in all directions. Because Violetta always kept the intestines clean by borrowing the power of an elixir, the liquid that spouted out was as clean as when she entered it, but as a woman, she couldn’t help but feel a great sense of shame.
Violetta, with her face dyed red, lowered her head and shook her slender shoulders. Her pleasure, her pain, and her shame were stained, and she evoked confused emotions.
Squeak, squeak, squeak… !
“Heh, clothes, oh, uhh…”
She continues to feel stimulation in her cunt. The man continued to have sex with Violetta, not caring what Violetta had become.
‘I only have you…’
Violetta suddenly felt desolate.
I felt powerless all over again. She felt possessive of a man, but she did not possess great powers that would allow her to bind him. If he tries to leave himself, he has no choice but to just let go.
It was sad that he had to feel jealous of a viola or something.
That man might have had several women, but she didn’t. Just as a shark suffocates to death if it doesn’t swim, Violetta couldn’t survive without his enclosure. She ended up being that way after being ruined and tuned to his liking. Even if she pretends to be timid and tough, she feels most comfortable when she is subordinate to him.
Violetta’s teeth began to chatter at her lingering anxiety. Her suffocating feeling of suffocation. If a man stopped paying attention to himself, that was certainly a good thing. Because she ruined her life and couldn’t escape because of that man. But for some reason she couldn’t be happy at all.
Ai has no choice but to rely on him even when her parents resort to violence. So was she.
“Heh, heh…”
In the end, Violetta couldn’t stand it and finally burst into tears.
Hew, hew, he tried hard to hold back her cry, but the neck of her neck was sore and the trembling wouldn’t stop.
It was quite different from the tears or runny nose shed while having sex. The cry that I used to see occasionally in the early days of meeting a man, when I was really sad and sad.
The man who caught the difference at once stopped twitching his waist and shook his shoulders.
He hurriedly grabbed Viola and brought Violetta to eye level.
“Why are you crying so sadly all of a sudden? Did you hate it that much?”
Ironically, when the man paid attention, Violetta felt a little better. She pursed her lips like her child whining.
“Sir, it’s not that I don’t like it… I don’t know. I just hate…”
“Specifically what?”
Violetta was struggling to keep up with her crying, making it difficult for her to properly connect her words. The man waited patiently for her to calm down.
After a while, Violetta’s mouth finally opened. In a voice that I couldn’t hear well because of the sound of continuous hissing.
“Yeah, it’s messy. You, I’m tired of you now… ?”
“What?”
A man blinking his eyes as if asking a question he hadn’t really thought of.
“Because I am not hypnotized. Because I enjoyed it enough now. Is that why you miss the women you can handle as you please? So ask me to pretend I’m hypnotized, play like this… Hehe.”
“…”
For a moment.
A brief silence passed.
Then, out of nowhere, a cheerful laugh broke out.
Haha!”
Only then did the man understand why he was crying and burst into laughter. As if she couldn’t stand it because Violetta, who was troubled, agonized, and hurt over useless things, was so lovely. Her smile was so refreshing that it was almost refreshing.
“Ah… ?”
Surprised, Violetta stopped her crying and blinked her eyes blankly. This is because of extreme cognitive dissonance. She knew for the first time in her life that a man could laugh like that.
The man brushed off her laughter and said, pulling Violetta into her arms and pulling her into his arms.
“I can’t get tired of you. You are the only one in the world who gives meaning to each and every one of my actions like this. When I’m with you, every day is new. You are mine forever understand?”
“Oh…”
It was a terribly absurd and self-centered comment. If Violetta had heard that before she met the old man, she would have expressed disgust and contempt.
But now her heart was pounding strangely. She couldn’t control her trembling at all.
She trembled her body in her firm arms. Suddenly, all her tears had stopped.
‘Now I’ve come to feel joy even with words like that…’
Funny enough, with just that one word, all the scars and sense of danger that had been received up until now had completely disappeared, and things like relief and happiness were filling up.
Feeling it again, it is clear that even if it is broken, it is firmly broken.
