Chapter 9-10 – Getting Dirty – 2 [R-18]

[POV Change]

Ray suddenly wonders why she was in front of this man again as she herself could not tell why she had asked Author Crown for this favor.

Simply put, there was always something missing from her life. Despite her trying new foods or trying a new play. Something always felt empty, even when she was in unfamiliar surroundings.

Should she say that what she really wanted was the feeling that she was always being overlooked by a hair's breadth?

It was to the point where she had such a depressing feeling.

Then last night. For the first time she felt herself burning with desire and excitement.

The feeling was brought by the man in front of her. She didn't know if the person named Author Crown could give her the experience she really wanted, but it occurred to her that he might make her dark desires come true, hidden in a deep, dark place that even she would find difficult to find.

"I want to play as the student council president and a pervert teacher."

And when she heard those words, she realized she had found the right person.

The moment she heard those words, she felt like a sticky, dark desire deep inside her heart was stirring.

It was a scene where an unfortunate student was fucked by a teacher with no way to resist.

Teacher and student.

 It was a feeling of destruction that comes from an absolute class difference that can never be overcome.

She felt her own heart pounding and it was a feeling she hadn't felt in a really long time.

 What kind of play will this man in front of her show?

"I will bring a school uniform for you to wear."

While Author Crown went to the closet, where her magic had expanded the interior space to almost the size of a playground, and meticulously selected clothes, Ray sat in her chair, folding her own witch attire aimlessly here and there.

When she was very young, at around the time she had not yet awakened to her true magic, she once fell in love with a human man who taught her.

The sticky and shady relationships they had secretly in her room, avoiding her mother's gaze and the catastrophe that followed, were thrilling for her.

The teacher was smart but poor and he decided to blackmail Ray, who was in love with him, to extort money from her. One day, he started oppressing Ray roughly and Ray was oppressed by a coercive attitude she had never experienced before in her life.

Naturally, her mother, who was an excellent wizard, soon discovered the tutor's brutality, and the tutor was torn to pieces to death in front of Ray.

Her mother later visited her and checked her countless times to see if she was mentally well, but even her mother's superior magic could not find any deep traces in her deep consciousness.

Now she wants to be controlled once again. She wants to be given rough orders once again. Her own deep, deep desires that she could not admit to herself for 200 years were only faced and accepted after she became the head of her family.

And now this man, Author Crown, was giving her the same desire.

He was bringing out her desires deep within herself.

 "This is the school uniform you will wear."

"Ah…"

And the moment Ray saw the school uniform that Author Crown brought, she felt her whole body tremble.

It seems as if her own desires were directly transferred to the clothes. The clothes were tightly pressing down on her whole body, and she was even feeling a hint of eeriness.

This was the play she was going to play right now while wearing these clothes. She instinctively felt that this was the fulfillment of her desire that she had waited for her whole life.

[MC POV]

I naturally developed a sexual desire to at least mimic the school uniform since I was unable to touch a high school girl in my previous life because I didn't have a girlfriend.

School uniforms were another thing I had a major fetish for. And now, the uniform I selected was among my favorite looks in SM!

 It was a very tight, ultra-mini H-line skirt that barely covered the buttocks, along with a white blouse and tie worn over it. The lower part was 120 denier dark black stockings and shiny enamel Mary Jane shoes with a 5 cm heel. And even a school uniform vest was set to black. Only the blouse was white.

Kiya… This outfit was mouthwatering just looking at it. Of course, it was a difficult outfit to wear, especially this waist area… This was a level of narrowness that was almost impossible unless you have an ant waist, but the witch's body, which never ages, never gains weight, and was the pinnacle of eternally beautiful beauty, will be able to wear these clothes without difficulty.

"Please wear it."

I handed these clothes to witch Ray, suppressing the feeling that my heart was about to explode.

As I handed over the clothes that were the epitome of my fetish, Ray hesitated for a moment, and then with a light flick of her fingers, she completed her dressing in an instant.

"… Are you done?"

"Yes, that was great. Now, can you turn this room into a school?"

This room was also a room with space-related magic. That's obvious, as it was a place where witches come to have fun. It was a place where money had been poured.

Ray snapped her fingers again and the room magically transformed into a scene inside a huge school building.

Let's not ask questions about why there were classrooms on the Falcone continent, set in the Middle Ages, that were similar to modern Korea. In the erotic games, such probability was not important.

"Great. So shall we start playing now? You said I can do whatever I want, so I will do whatever I want."

"… Yes."

"Please stay inside the classroom. The play begins the moment I open the classroom door and enter."

"I understand."

Ray opens the classroom door and goes inside.

Now, shall I go in with a few elements that will blow that witch away?

When I entered the cleaning room, I saw various cleaning tools just as I remembered. And among the cleaning tools, a mop and a water bottle.

"Now… It's a really neat mop."

In fact, these playrooms were all places under the management of Euphoria Club.

Of course, since this was a place where witches come to have fun, it was kept neatly organized.

 However, since it was a place where there were many witches with unique tastes, there were naturally props to create artificial dirtiness.

This… gray powder. This was a very clean product, but when mixed with water, it can make the water cloudy and smelly, making it feel a bit dirty.

I put water in a bucket, dissolved the gray powder, and then added a mop to it.

Hmm... This was a dirty mop and bucket that have just been completely cleaned.

 Good…. I then dragged it and giggled as I headed to class. And before I opened the classroom door and entered, I took a deep breath for a moment and controlled my tension.

To be honest, this was my first time playing such a game. This means that it was an unusual event that occurred suddenly due to the element of obsession.

Of course, I'll do my best, but there's a good chance I'll die. So…

'My inner sadistic instinct… Awaken!!!'

I have to perfectly portray a man who hates women!!

If I succeed, I can bring a witch under my control. If I fail, I lose and die.

 Fortunately, I was able to recall the feeling of hating women without difficulty.

[Hey, look over there. Your boyfriend is passing by.]

Lots of teasing.

[Oh fuck. That bastard is watching some sick Japanese animation again.]

Mockery and insults.

[Stop talking, you stupid bastard.]

Disgust and contempt.

 Before I was possessed by this game, it was true that, as someone who had reached the max level of ugliness, it was easier to think of disgust rather than positive feelings toward the creature called a woman.

'Okay… I found the disgust without difficulty. Now I have to explode this.'

"Whoa… Okay."

I check my clothes.

Well, this was the default outfit worn by all employees here at Euphoria Club.

At this level, I looked like a teacher.

'Good…. Let's go punish the stupid student council president who made a mistake.'

"Student Ray!!"

After exploding the S temperament in my heart, I frowned and opened the classroom door and went inside. At my words, Ray, who was sitting alone in the middle of the classroom, looks at me.

"Teacher??"

'Good. From now on, I am a dirty and disgusting pervert teacher who is threatening that poor student council president.'

"Your grades fell again this time. Even though you secretly stole the exam paper, your grade dropped again. What on earth were you supposed to do with this?"

"Sorry. Please forgive me."

"It must have been intentional, right? Because you are a smart girl. I guess that you did it on purpose because you wanted to be punished by me, right?"

I said that and gave the most disgusting smile I could muster. It was a pervert-like smile with an added layer of zing!!

"Oh, no. I don't think so."

"Shut up. And come and kneel before me."

Ray shivers and comes in front of me, kneels down on her knees, and looks up at me.

"The bitch who was doing dirty tricks will have to be washed away with this. Now look. What is this?"

I placed the bucket containing the mop in front of her.

As Ray looks at it, her breathing begins to become heavier.

"Dirty water and… a mop."

"Okay. I cleaned the entire school hallway with this. But it looks like there's still one more dirty thing left."

I lifted the water bottle. Although it was not clean water, the water has the color and smell of clean water.

"Don't move. If you move even a little, you will be expelled from school today. Do you understand?"

"Aahh… Please don't do that… What are you trying to do to me?"

Ray pleads, but she doesn't look like anyone was asking her not to do it.

 I grinned at that.

"I'm going to do it like this."

I poured the water in the bucket over Ray's head.

She lets out a moaning sound as she gets hit with water.

The black water flowed down her brilliant silver hair and onto her school uniform and stockings. It also wet her shoes.

I sprinkled water meticulously and by the time the water in the water tank was empty, Ray was completely wet.

"It's nice to see you soaked in dirty water. How do you feel? You dirty bitch!!"

"Ah… I am even dirtier. I want to wash… Wash. Please let me wash."

"Not yet. Not yet."

I lifted the mop, which was soaked with dirty water and….

"I haven't cleaned it yet."

"AAAAK!"

Then I started wiping all over her body with that wet, smelly mop.