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Serlyn gasped, her breath catching as an unfamiliar heat surged through her. What was this? It felt like a fever, an overwhelming intensity she had never experienced in her long life as a witch.
"Obey... Obey?"
Her possessiveness flared, boiling over as she teetered on the edge of madness. It reminded her of a time long ago—when she was so young she could hardly recall the details. A time when she begged her mother for a toy she desperately wanted, and her emotional turmoil was so extreme, no one else could understand it.
She wanted the man in front of her—craving him with a madness that nearly consumed her. The thought of him with other witches, even just talking to them, meeting their eyes, or breathing the same air… it was so unbearable she felt she might destroy those witches.
She would do anything to have him, even if it meant sacrificing everything else. Madly, desperately—she wanted him.
But then—
"Obedience… Ah… Obedience."
Her cool-headed reason fought against the rising tide of madness. No. In fact, the madness of obsession and desire was so intense that her mind was forced to move forward. The core of her obsession was pleasure. Since Author Crown provided her with overwhelming pleasure, she craved to have the man before her.
But could that pleasure vanish?
That was the danger. What if, after desiring something for so long, the moment it was possessed, it no longer brought satisfaction? What if, in her mad pursuit—like an unquenchable thirst—it became a constant torment that gnawed away at her?
If that happened, could she survive? After waiting for hundreds of years, a being capable of perfectly satisfying her desires had finally appeared, but what if, the moment she had him, everything fell apart?
She deserved it. The gap between witches and ordinary people was immense. If someone so pitiful—someone who trembled and faltered—were to become a sadist, modifying their body and submitting to such degrading acts... just thinking about it made her laugh. But that wasn't what she wanted.
Never.
"Ahh… Uuuuu…"
Serlyn tore at her hair, overwhelmed by the vision of such a future. She didn't want to experience it. She had finally gotten what she desired, but now, she longed to experience the kind of play he could offer—again and again, in the future.
If she could monopolize the play and pleasure, she would be at the top, the best of the best. But in doing so, she would likely destroy the man before her. Serlyn couldn't deny that truth.
So, what should she do?
In truth, the answer had been decided from the very beginning.
Serlyn waved her hand and took the medicine she had just concocted. If she drank this potion—if she injected the black liquid into her body—the intense obsessive desire consuming her would fade, replaced by an overwhelming sense of obedience as strong as the obsession had been.
Since this desire had driven her to the brink of madness, she likely wouldn't be able to harm or refuse Author Crown for the rest of her life, no matter what. In this way, Author Crown would be reborn as the perfect sadistic master.
She continued to repeat the thought: I will keep providing sadistic play and entertain you as a perfect master.
If she drank this, she too would have that perfect S master.
She tried to drink it. She uncorked the bottle and brought it to her mouth. But just as she was about to drink it, her hand trembled, halting mid-motion.
'So, he is saying I can't stop him, even if he has relationships with other witches?'
She imagined Author Crown enjoying himself, subjugating her, laughing lewdly with other witches. Her hands trembled as jealousy and possessiveness flared within her.
'Laughing and talking with witches other than me. He holds their hand, enjoys the game, and speaks obscenities. And then… and then.'
The thoughts twisted in her mind, intensifying the burning desire to possess him completely.
We had sex.
She thought to herself that they also had good times together. Yes, that was true. He had already mentioned a witch who was obsessed with him. It made sense. Wasn't it deserved? Had anyone ever been able to offer such perfect play? Author Crown's play was beyond perfect—seemingly crafted with years of strategy and understanding.
That's why she was coveted, wasn't it? Such a being couldn't belong to just one person. He was meant to be enjoyed by others too, sharing the pleasure with other witches.
Be happy. Having sex…
Sex.
Sex.
Having sex with another witch?
"… Tell me one thing. 'Author Crown."
"Yes. Serlin."
"Tell me honestly. You said there were other witches besides me, right?"
"Yes."
"After making me drink this medicine. After making me obey, you will try to make other witches obey by drinking this potion as well, right? Huh? You're going to make everyone obey, right? After making them obey like that… You can have fun and talk about it. Insert that dick and ejaculate in the pussies of witches other than me. Isn't that right?"
"Yes. It will happen."
I answered calmly.
I wasn't surprised, shocked, or flustered, nor did I make excuses saying that it was nothing like that. I just nodded.
"… With all the other witches. With other witches… Ahh… Uuuuu."
Veins bulged in her eyes as her anger surged. She couldn't stand it. He could have fun with other witches, but not like this. This kind of medicine—she would shatter it into pieces, destroy it in one swift motion.
Once it was destroyed, she would brainwash Author Crown. She wouldn't need to take the medicine herself. By brainwashing him, he could become the sadistic master she wanted, just for her.
What if it wasn't perfect? What if there was a conflict with his original personality? She would have to make do with that. She couldn't bear for him to be taken by another witch.
Because that man is mine.
Because that man is mine.
Because that man is mine.
Because that man is mine.
Because that man is mine.
Because that man is mine.
Because that man is mine…
"Serlin. What do you think the real SM is?"
Just before Serlin could shatter the vial containing the drug, driven by her obsession, I approached her in a calm and quiet manner. I asked her that question—my voice steady, but inside, I was anything but.
I appeared calm, but in reality, I was as far from stable as possible. I was so nervous, I could barely think straight—about 10,000 light-years away from any semblance of calm. My face, fortunately, held steady. But my nervousness had frozen my expression into a poker face, forcing me to maintain that mask.
If someone asked me to walk barefoot on a bed of surgical scalpels, it wouldn't be as terrifying as this. One wrong move, one slip, and I felt like my entire body would be sliced apart.
Ah, but it wouldn't just be my body that was cut apart. No, she could brainwash me, or worse—remove my brain entirely, leaving me as nothing more than a moving meat doll.
In one word, it was a bad ending.
The element of obsession was something that was not originally in the game, although I have mentioned it countless times. Of course, there was no event like Serlin tearing out her hair in obsession and looking at me and the bottle with bloodshot eyes.
Look at those eyes. The eyes of a psychopathic serial killer would be softer. That's really… Ugh.
I spoke to her calmly, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking.
This was the final play.
A final play where if I make a mistake at the last moment, the dialogue options determine whether it was a bad ending or a good ending.
How on earth can I persuade masochistic witches when she was torn between obsession and obedience at the last moment?
It has been a topic I've been thinking about ever since I first became possessed by this game and realized the element of obsession. And the best answer I came up with.
The best option was this.
"The pleasure of being fucked and abused against one's will. I think the pleasure of being ruined is truly proper SM play. Those who abuse others do not show any mercy to those who abuse them. You shouldn't feel sorry either. Those who are abused will feel happy and pleasure only if they suffer even more miserably and cruelly. Isn't that right?"
I carefully held the vial.
It can be seen that Serlin's hands, holding the medicine bottle as firmly as a rock, have turned white.
She was holding it so tightly that she was shaking as if the vial would break at any moment.
I quietly held her hand.
"You want to have me, right?"
"… Yes."
"Just thinking about the scenes of other witches with me makes you angry and upset, right?"
"Yes."
"That feeling. Think of that burning sensation. Imagine that that feeling was transferred to obedience. Wouldn't it be complete submission? If I tell you to stop breathing, think of that complete domination and control that could actually suffocate you to death. Imagine that I approach you with a sadistic expression and eyes, even though you can't refuse anything in that state. It's complete sadism. There is no need to worry about body modification anymore because you will already be so excited about being dominated by me."
"A masochistic pleasure in domination itself that goes beyond taste. I think perhaps that is the true meaning of the word domination. The mere existence of you becoming my plaything. Wouldn't that be the perfect SM play?"
"Is this feeling like submission?"
"Yes. Imagine that that obsession and burning possessiveness can be transformed into your own taste. Think of a perfect SM where you are bound by the existence of me and have to obey everything I do. That's really it. Isn't this a proper SM? It's the ultimate SM. That's my conclusion. It is a method that can provide the most perfect pleasure to witches."
"…"
Serline looks at her vial in her own hand without saying a word. Her eyes flutter.
'If you drink this, I will become completely dependent on him. I will be degraded into a meat doll that can satisfy his sexual desires whenever he wants. I will be manipulated and governed as he wants, regardless of my will.'
And the moment Serlin thought that, her obsession rose up.
I swallowed my saliva and looked at her conflicted face. I walked away from her.
"Choose, Serlin. Which one will you choose? Would you like to see the ending of obsession, where catastrophe is decided? Or would you like to see the submission and domination ending, which is a win-win for both of us?"
I just made up those words.
Both are endings that did not exist in the original game.
As I look down at Serlin with her pounding heart, I suddenly feel that she has stopped worrying and was looking at me with her eyes.
I no longer had to hide my nervous expression.
I gritted my teeth and tried to persuade her as much as I could.
Now the decision was up to her.
And Serlin suddenly smiled strangely. It was a feeling of giving up, but also excitement and anticipation. And it was also a face of joy.
"Promise me one thing."
"What is it?"
"… Don't neglect me by falling for another witch."
I burst out laughing at those words.
"There's no way I could leave a beautiful woman like Serline alone. My energy is strong and the more pussies, the better."
"What a vulgar thing to say. So… I might be more excited."
She takes her portion bottle to her own mouth.
Just before her demonic deterioration. She looked at me with her last pride as a witch and left a low message.
"Please take care of me, master."
The black liquid in her medicine bottle started to go down her throat.
[Achieved 100% obsession rate.]
[Now the witch Serlin Lebriam comes under your control!!]
[You own the witch!]
[You can now fully utilize the witch's abilities as your own!!]