Chapter 97: 19. How a Villainess Gets Rid of Her Ex-Boyfriend - 4

"If you want to watch, then watch."

I had expected John not to leave.

After all, he had an abnormal obsession with Isolde.

More precisely, an obsession with the mother who had abandoned him, her son, and spread her legs for another man.

He had tried to fill through Isolde the void his mother had left behind.

Through violence, submission, and lust, no less.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck."

That was also why he was trying to remain where he was despite the humiliation.

He must have wanted to see Isolde reduced to nothing but a female, just like his mother.

‘The powerful reward that comes with the feeling of defeat... By now, his brain’s reward system must be broken.’

Cortisol and dopamine were probably exploding in John’s head right now.

‘One more step, and I can rewire his mind into that of a cuckold.’

Ironically, the most efficient way to break a person was not pain, but pleasure.

The more intense the pleasure, the more likely they were to collapse later, unable to handle their heightened threshold.

From now on, John would no longer be satisfied by ordinary stimulation.

He would keep seeking stronger thrills, and eventually, he would offer up his own wife to another man of his own accord.

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"Aaah~ Put it in already."

John found the sight of Isolde acting coquettishly atop a man unfamiliar.

He wondered whether that truly was the proud, haughty Isolde he had known.

Her behavior was so unlike her usual self that John was profoundly shocked.

‘Fuck, did Mom act like that with another man too?’

Through Isolde’s red hair, John projected his mother onto Isolde.

He barely remembered his mother’s face. But since she had given birth to such a handsome man as himself, he figured she must have been beautiful.

She had probably lived comfortably enough for a country woman. Back then, his father had not been a miser.

Then why had his mother abandoned him and his father to spread her legs for some rough mercenary nobody?

‘Maybe that’s just what women are like.’

Vulgar females, born crazy for a man’s cock.

If so, it made sense that his mother had abandoned him and his father.

Like the female she was, she had followed a male who could fuck her pussy.

"Idiot."

Cradled in Ian’s arms, Isolde said that as she shot him a sidelong glance.

A sensual figure, a luscious ass, and a beautiful face.

Other than her haughty personality, Isolde was the perfect woman.

No, now that he thought about it, John had liked Isolde’s haughty personality too.

The impression that she would never bend to a man had stirred a man’s desire to conquer her.

But the one who had conquered Isolde was not him. It was another man—a strong male unlike himself, like the mercenary who had taken his mother away.

"Isolde, you shouldn’t be paying attention to another man while we’re having sex."

"Sorry, but that guy keeps staring at me and it’s annoying."

"Still, you need to be punished, don’t you?"

"Hngh, that hurts!"

Ian forcefully tugged on Isolde’s nipple, hard enough to leave finger marks on her breast.

That would normally make a woman suffer, yet her expression was closer to ecstasy than pain.

"I’m getting too impatient for this. I’ll move myself now."

Ian disliked being beneath Isolde, so he lifted her up and shoved his cock straight into her pussy.

"Huhk?! Huuuhk!!!"

A position where the woman was completely overpowered by the man.

Isolde could not resist, nor could she escape.

She was utterly submitted to the man, and as a female, she was enjoying being conquered by Ian.

And this was the image of masculinity John had desired.

A sight born because the woman herself wanted to be pinned beneath a man.

It was on an entirely different level from him, who had tried to force women into submission through violence.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust, thrust!

Every time Ian’s cock slid in and out, love juice poured from Isolde’s pussy.

Isolde, whose eyes had already rolled back, could only let out lewd moans through her small lips.

"Ohh?! So deep! It’s going all the way deep inside meee!"

Aroused by the sight of Isolde—or rather, his mother—being utterly ruined, John masturbated until he bled.

There was no semen left to come out, but his brain, already soaked in dopamine, had forgotten even the pain.

"Ian, Iaan! Chuhuhuhuhup."

Another man’s name, not his own, spilled from Isolde’s lips.

Kissing Ian’s lips, Isolde spoke as if pleading with him.

In that sight, John saw his mother spreading her legs for the mercenary.

"I love you! I love you! Not that inferior male—impregnate me with your superior cock!"

"All right. I’ll impregnate you."

Ian sucked on Isolde’s tongue and rammed his cock into her pussy several times before beginning to rock his hips.

Splat! Spuuurt! Splat!

"Huh?! Hngh! I love it! I’m coming! I’m cuuuming!"

Filled with his cum, Isolde happily reached orgasm.

It must have been the happiest moment for her as a female.

There could be nothing more joyous for a female than receiving the seed of a superior male.

"Ah, no! It’s overflowing—ngh!"

Though he had already ejaculated earlier, Ian’s semen was not diluted in the slightest; it was incredibly thick and abundant.

So much cum flowed back out of her pussy and dripped down that it was more than the semen John had spilled on the floor.

That was what a superior male was, apparently.

Even now, John could not stop masturbating.

His cock was bleeding, yet he could not escape the twisted lust that filled his mind.

"Fucking... disgusting."

Watching John, Isolde sneered.

There was a trace of relief in her expression.

After all, she could become pregnant with the sperm of a superior male like Ian rather than that of an inferior male like John.

"You crippled, tiny-dicked idiot."

Isolde shoved John with her foot, then raised her middle finger at him.

"Don’t ever act like you know me in public again. It makes me sick."

Then she left the mill with Ian.

They would probably have sex somewhere else, beyond where he could see.

Just as his mother had.

That thought left John in despair.

"Fuuuck."

What hurt even more was that, even in such a humiliating situation, his erection would not go down.

"Aaaaaargh!"

John screamed and continued to masturbate.

His brain was already broken beyond repair.

He must have realized it too.

That he could no longer live as the proud son of the village chief, as he had before.

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"I did well, right?"

Isolde looped her arm through mine as she asked. Her soft breast pressed against my forearm.

I kissed her forehead and praised her.

"Smooch. You did well. Thanks to you, I got to see something entertaining."

"Hehe, Ian praised me."

Isolde was genuinely delighted by my praise.

She was probably aware of it herself.

What her true nature was, and that it was not right.

Of course, that did not make it bad.

In a way, it was only natural for people to be true to their instincts.

Grip.

"Hngh?!"

I squeezed Isolde’s ass hard.

Then I whispered, as if to tell her exactly what I planned to do next.

"This side of you really is what makes you so attractive, Isolde."

"Really? I’m attractive? Even though, unlike Isabelle, I’m true to my instincts?"

"Yeah. The fact that a woman like that wants me proves I’m superior, doesn’t it?"

"That’s right. Ian is a superior male."

Isolde looked ready to have sex with me right then and there, but unfortunately, we had an uninvited guest.

"Th-that’s impossible. Isolde is acting cute for a man?"

Marin, who had been waiting outside the mill as I had instructed, gaped in horror at the sight of Isolde.

"It’s you."

The look in Isolde’s eyes turned cold when she saw Marin.

Like John, Marin was one of the chief culprits who had ruined Isolde’s life.

"The woman who cursed me."

"I-Ian, this isn’t what we agreed—ow!"

As Isolde approached, Marin fell backward.

It seemed the darkness had kept her from seeing where she was stepping.

"D-don’t come any closer!"

"Thank you."

"What?"

In stark contrast to her initial demeanor, Isolde held out her hand to Marin, who had fallen.

"Thank me?"

"Yeah. I was really angry at first, but thinking about it again now..."

Isolde helped the bewildered Marin to her feet and continued.

"I realized I didn’t really have any reason to be angry."

"W-what? You don’t hate me?"

"It would be a lie to say I don’t. I suffered a lot because of the curse. But it’s also true that, thanks to that curse, I was able to reconcile with Isabelle."

With a bright smile, Isolde thanked Marin.

"Thank you, Marin. I’m sure you’ll be able to get along with your younger sister too."

"..."

At Isolde’s words, Marin bit her lip.

Her pride had been wounded.

The Isolde she had been jealous of enough to curse did not even care about her.

"Ian, let’s go home now."

"All right."

And so, Isolde put the past behind her. There was no longer anything standing in her way.

Her steps as she headed home looked impossibly light.

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"I see. According to the legend, this is the place."

A dwarven maiden with bronze skin and platinum-blond hair.

As she looked upon Entiel Village, she sank to the ground.

"At last, I have succeeded."

The dwarf girl began to sob, then raised her pickaxe to the sky and cried out.

"I came! I saw! I found it!"

Her name was Brina.

The heroine of the side story whom Ian had been waiting for so eagerly had finally arrived in Entiel Village.

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