Chapter 112

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I obediently lay on the bed, following Frey’s instructions.

Halfway through, I realized her intentions and pretended to be asleep.

I tightly closed my eyes and breathed regularly without the slightest movement.

It was a simple act, but it was unexpectedly difficult due to the throbbing pain in my buttocks.

Moreover, lying on the bed completely naked, well…

The sensation of the soft, fluffy blanket brushing against my skin was too blatant.

My, um, parts—anyway, they were stimulated, causing me to twitch involuntarily…

My buttocks, which had been struck, were burning as if on fire.

Just the touch of the sheets was enough to make tears well up.

Although I couldn’t see it, there must be bruises.

My once white and smooth buttocks must now be discolored and swollen.

Super regeneration would heal it easily, but…

Hehe, it’s a shame. These are rare wounds that Frey gave me.

“Go back. Don’t wake Lucia.”

“But…”

“Go.”

After exchanging a few words with Eugene, Frey closed the door almost as if she was kicking him out.

As for me, I had hoped the two of them would have a friendly chat and bond, but the timing was bad.

It was just when Frey’s sadism was at its peak that we were suddenly interrupted.

Frey stood by the door for a while.

It seemed she was making sure Eugene had really left.

It was about a minute later that Frey finally turned around.

“…”

Frey silently approached me.

Her expression was utterly blank, but I somehow understood.

What emotions were swirling behind that mask of indifference.

Hehe, she must be really angry.

Was being interrupted that annoying?

Well, if I were in the middle of cutting my wrist and someone suddenly interrupted… Eh, wouldn’t that actually feel good…?

…Ah right, Lucia is a pervert.

A masochistic perverted dog who enjoys the thrill of being caught.

I have lived a shameful life…

But Frey is different from me.

If interrupted, she would simply get angry.

Hmm, it seems I need to relieve her gloomy mood now.

What should I do? Should I crawl on all fours and bark like earlier?

Would shaking my overly plump buttocks vulgarly and licking Frey’s hand satisfy her sadism?

Whatever it is, as long as I satisfy Frey’s sadism, it should be fine.

I pretended to be scared, lowering my eyes and trembling.

I pulled the blanket that had been sliding down my chest towards me.

Hehe, anyone would think I’m terrified.

This should ignite Frey’s sadism—

“Kuhut?!”

Without hesitation, Frey approached and climbed onto the bed.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed my neck and flipped me over.

Her legs pinned my arms.

In an instant, she crushed any chance of resistance.

Frey smiled with a chillingly cold expression.

“Were you expecting this?”

Yes, yes. I was expecting it.

I was expecting Lucia to be broken like this.

I was expecting it so much.

“Ke, ek, ah, eek…”

I wanted to answer, but my throat was blocked, and no sound came out.

Her grip was unusually strong. Saliva bubbled up and flowed down my lips.

“Were you expecting Eugene to save you?”

Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?

I was expecting him, but not in that way.

What is Frey saying now?

“Did you think you could hide it? If you wanted to hide it, you should have controlled your expression better.”

Ah.

I finally understood what Frey was saying.

When Eugene knocked on the door, I tried my best to suppress my quivering lips.

It wasn’t because I hoped for Eugene’s help.

It was because my heart was pounding at the thought of being caught.

I felt like I might giggle unintentionally, so I tried to suppress it.

But it seems Frey interpreted it differently.

“Lucia was the one who asked first, wasn’t she?”

“Ugh, kek, kek…”

Oxygen quickly became scarce. The pressure on my neck made breathing, a necessary act for survival, completely blocked.

“Why do you make me the bad person?”

“No, no, y-ya…”

“I was going to apologize. I was going to endure it. But Lucia provoked me. She held me back and whispered, didn’t she?”

“Heg… hak…”

It hurts. My throat, it hurts. It feels like it’s going to break. The pressure is crushing my windpipe and even my veins. My heart is racing like crazy to deliver blood to my brain, but my vision is only turning white. My head is growing cold.

“Why, can’t you endure it now that it’s real? Do you want to run away? Do you want to stop?”

“Hak, hik…”

“Then you shouldn’t have said anything. Don’t whimper like a wet dog.”

My eyes grew hot. Tears that had been welling up flowed down, wetting the bed sheet. It feels like she’s not just choking me but tearing my throat apart. 

Her nails dug into my skin, adding to the stinging pain. Even if I wanted to struggle, Frey, who had already mounted me, was suppressing all my movements. All I could do was kick my legs weakly.

“You’re right, Lucia. As you said, I like hitting others. I like tormenting them.”

“Ugh, ug…!”

“If you knew that, you should have avoided me. Why did you approach me? Didn’t you know this would happen?”

It seems Frey has no intention of letting go of my neck, as if she plans to suffocate me.

A ringing sound echoed in my ears. The stars sparkled like fireworks.

My consciousness gradually faded.

I felt like I was dreaming, becoming hazy.

The painful, coughing voice gradually weakened.

My futile struggles also lost their strength.

Thoughts were severed. Only the fragmented remnants of my thoughts proved that my consciousness still remained.

I feel like I’m going to die. It hurts. It’s hard. Breath. Air. Save me. Frey. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. I don’t like it. It hurts. I don’t like it. It hurts.

But it feels good. I feel like I’m going to die, but it feels really good. It feels good. It feels good~♡ A little more♡! Do more~♡

Strangle me. Tear my neck apart. Make my headless body urinate and convulse horribly~♡

Creak. Creak.

A sound that shouldn’t have been heard came from my neck.

The sound of bones cracking.

My vision darkened.

The ringing in my ears faded.

I felt my body floating in the silent void.

Ah, ah, ah…

Really.

I’m going to die—

“You’re really stupid.”

Something hot fell on my face. It was liquid. It flowed down my cheek and reached my earlobe.

I had the illusion that the grip on my neck had weakened slightly. No, it wasn’t an illusion. I gulped in air through my faint airway, coughing out painful, unladylike sounds: Khek, kulok, kek, kek. Thanks to that, a faint light returned to my darkened vision.

“You’re so stupid it’s not even funny.”

Frey’s face, hidden among her blue hair, came into view.

Contrary to her words, she still wore a sadistic smile.

Her expression said she wanted to twist my neck right now.

“Thinking of someone like me as a friend, you’re really an idiot.”

However, her two differently colored eyes were bloodshot.

The tears that had been flowing down her chin had stopped and fell weakly.

Because of her sadistic expression, she looked even more pitiful.

Frey was laughing, but she was crying.

Ah, and.

I thought unconsciously.

Frey has broken.

◈

Waking up from a dream is not difficult.

It’s enough to break the flow.

It’s enough to briefly reveal the reality I had been ignoring.

The reason that had been swallowed by excitement regained its place.

Frey saw it.

The expression Lucia had when Eugene came.

The expression she wanted to smile brightly but was forcing herself to suppress.

Why? Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?

Didn’t you ask me for help?

Didn’t you ask me to torment you?

Didn’t you give me an excuse?

It’s all you.

Why are you making that face that looks like you’re asking for help?

Even as she thought this, Frey already knew the answer.

There was no way she didn’t know. In fact, she had known the truth from the beginning.

She had just pretended not to know, turned her head, and ignored it.

She didn’t want Eugene and Lucia to meet.

She lied that Lucia was asleep and chased Eugene away.

She used force to prevent Eugene from entering the ward.

The scene that followed was even more spectacular.

Lucia, as if the lifeline she had just found had been cut, was trembling in fear.

She shivered and hid her body under the blanket, shrinking into herself.

She couldn’t even meet my gaze and lowered her eyes.

It was a truly delightful/disgusting sight.

I wanted to torment her more/I wanted to run away immediately.

I was so disgusted that I ended up strangling her/No, no…this wasn’t what I intended.

I’m not wrong/It’s my fault.

It’s all because of Lucia/Is this really what Lucia wanted?

It will regenerate anyway, right?/I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t hate me.

The pure white neck was fragile and thin.

It would break with just a little more force.

Knowing this, Frey applied more force.

With the strength to crush even steel.

She pressed down on Lucia’s neck.

Her complexion gradually turned pale.

Her face, which had lost its color, was still beautiful.

She asked to be hit, and I’m tormenting her.

That’s all there is to it.

Strangling her, teasing her—it’s all what she wanted.

But is this really right?

I should have realized this long ago.

Pretending not to know is going too far.

I was blinded by pleasure and ignored the obvious truth.

Why did Lucia make such a request?

Was it really to train her abilities?

Or to satisfy my desires?

It’s possible. Yes, she probably had that intention too.

Lucia is kind.

But her true desire.

What Lucia really wanted.

Wasn’t it to be refused?

To be told it wasn’t dangerous to be around Frey. 

To be trusted, to be believed.

Because she wanted to gain trust, to be trusted.

Wasn’t it obvious to anyone that she made that request?

But, I…

I was swayed by my desires and turned away from the truth.

I hit Lucia. I stripped her and humiliated her.

I made her crawl on all fours and bark like a dog.

I laughed while strangling her.

…Disgusting, really.

I had the chance, not just once but many times.

And I threw it all away.

“You’re really stupid.”

Yes, really.

I’m the stupidest person in the world.

If I use violence on others to satisfy my own pleasure, what’s the difference between me and that wicked stepmother who abused Alice?

“You’re so stupid it’s not even funny.”

My vision blurred. I couldn’t see Lucia’s face clearly. Her appearance, as if she were about to pass out, and even the hand strangling her neck—everything was blurry.

Then suddenly, my vision returned to normal.

Only then did Frey realize she was crying.

Her tears flowed as her vision fully returned.

“Thinking of someone like me as a friend, you’re really an idiot.”

This time, the mocking laughter was not directed at herself.

It was directed at the innocent girl.

Too naive and stupid.

I couldn’t hold back the mocking laughter.

…That’s enough.

Wake Alice up.

And show her everything.

Even Alice will be furious, no matter how kind she is.

I’ll make sure she never meets Lucia again.

That’s enough. I can’t let myself be scared.

Even now, I feel guilty, but deep down, I still want to continue.

I want to strangle Lucia’s neck. I want to tear off her limbs. I want to pull out her teeth and gouge out her eyes.

She’s too good for a monster like me. Alice would suit her, but not me.

A person who gains pleasure by hitting others should disappear.

Frey tried to hold back her tears but couldn’t.

In the end, she decided to wake Alice up as she was.

As she slowly released the strength from her hand strangling Lucia’s neck, she was about to remove the wall she had built inside herself.

“…”

Lucia’s hand touched Frey’s cheek.

Her face was pale due to the strangulation, but.

Her lips were faintly smiling.

Her trembling fingers touched Frey’s eyes.

Lucia wiped away the tears with her fingertips and said,

“It’s… okay.”

I don’t know what she’s saying is okay.

She can’t even speak properly because her neck is being strangled.

Lucia, wiping away her tears, gently pulled Frey’s cheek.

It wasn’t difficult to resist, but Frey was pushed by the weak force.

She buried her face in Lucia’s bare chest.

Lucia hugged Frey tightly and stroked her hair.

She patted Frey’s back and whispered warmly in her ear.

“It’s okay.”

“…”

“So don’t cry.”

“…”

“You’ll ruin your pretty face, won’t you? Frey looks good when she smiles.”

“…Stupid.”

With her face covered in tears, snot, and saliva.

Naked with her butt covered in handprints.

Don’t talk kindly to the one who caused this.

“I like Frey. You’re my most precious friend. The most precious friend in the world. No matter what you do to me, it doesn’t matter. My feelings won’t change because of that. So it’s okay. It’s completely fine. Hehe, I really like both Alice and Frey!”

There was no will to refute, saying it was a lie.

I couldn’t say that the face of fear I saw wouldn’t be forgotten.

Frey, exhausted, leaned her body against Lucia.

I don’t deserve this kindness.

Even so, I couldn’t refuse the warm embrace.

Pat pat. 

Lucia’s hand patted her back in a steady rhythm.

Frey curled up like a kitten.

I’m sorry.

With just that one word barely left, Frey cried herself to sleep.

◈

I took out the patient gown thrown under the bed and put it on.

I covered Frey’s chest with a blanket, as she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Frey’s eyes were swollen from crying.

Did I go too far? I provoked Frey, who had come to apologize, and made her lose control. What did I do to a child who genuinely came to apologize?

I had hoped alone, and I had been disappointed alone.

I provoked her as if to repay her, and in the end, I made her cry.

Yes, it’s all Lucia’s fault.

I knew what kind of person she was, yet I didn’t consider it at all.

She’s a sadist.

She gained pleasure by hitting and tormenting others.

The opposite of Lucia, a natural masochist.

But Frey was also like Alice.

Even though their outward natures were different, their essence was the same.

That is, they are extremely kind.

When swallowed by desire and excitement, she might express their sadism.

But when reason returns, she will definitely regret it.

Knowing this, I provoked her and made her lose control… Lucia, I’ll reflect on this.

I turned around in front of the mirror.

I took a pose that emphasized my buttocks.

I peeked out slightly to check my condition.

Wow, my butt is bright red.

Handprints were densely packed like flower petals.

I’m completely a monkey. Is Lucia a monkey?

Like when I was on Frey’s legs.

I swayed my waist.

I shook my hips back and forth.

I swayed my buttocks.

How indecent. How lewd. The posture of a female seducing a man.

Should I try this on Eugene next time?

Hehe, just kidding.

I couldn’t leave it like this forever, so I activated super regeneration.

My lips, torn from being pinched, and my flushed cheeks.

The bruises on my buttocks were instantly restored to their original state.

“Huh?”

I tilted my head in confusion.

I was going to enjoy the pain slowly, but.

The regeneration speed was much faster than I expected.

What’s going on? Why is it regenerating so quickly?

I stared intently at my smooth buttocks in the mirror.

The red handprints were nowhere to be seen.

It was just a minor injury, and regeneration itself wasn’t a big deal… but the speed was different.

“Could it be…?”

I suddenly bit my wrist.

My fangs tore through the skin, and a crunching sound came from the bone.

My thighs trembled from the pain, but I focused on something else.

I used regeneration to heal the wound on my wrist.

As I watched the wound close quickly, I muttered in a dazed voice,

“My ability… has grown…”

…Frey was right.

Why is this effective?

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
Frey, a godly instructor.

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Helped her more than Angelica ever could.

Yes, I’m still on the Angelica hate train, smh!