Destroying the Virgin-the Making of a Saint- - Chapter 8: Ideal Image and Akane

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Being strangled, Akane’s wrathful expression like a horned demoness’ gradually shifted to one of anguish. The way my thick fingers sunk into her white, thin neck brought a slight thrill, but more than that, I was struck by the fact that Akane had such an appalling expression on her face.

“Ah… ah…”

Nevertheless, knowing that I was manipulating Akane’s expression with the force of my arm was another unbearably comforting reality.

“Stop it… Akane, I don’t want to hear such filthy words… from your mouth.”

To hurt her beautiful body was a privilege exclusively reserved for me. I must, however, exercise restraint. Should the ingredients be ruined, the final dish’s quality would inevitably suffer. A first-class chef was one who paid the utmost attention to the ingredients as well.

For me, though, the present Akane was below third-rate. Although the ingredients were of outstanding quality, the processing wasn’t up to par. Therefore, before cooking, the rotten parts must be removed and re-processed in my own way. The presence or absence of such processing was an extraordinarily consequential factor that would significantly affect the quality of the dish.

Even if I had to destroy these parts, I would protect Akane.

Takagi… I’m sorry, but could you please move a little further away from me?

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Ugh, being next to Takagi is the worst…

Disgusting, you stink.

Die.

Why are you still alive?

Why can’t you even do this?

Within me, I heard echoes of words that have been hurled at me by third-rate and lower-class individuals many times in the past. People in the third tier were flinging comments at me that was below third tier. Such things were irrelevant. For me, after all this time, such things were neither a wound nor a source of pain.

Regardless, it was intolerable for a first-rate gifted person like Akane to easily spew words and degrade herself by imitating a third-rate person. Unforgivable.

“Everybody complimented you that you are a very virtuous girl who never speaks ill of others. So, you shouldn’t talk to me like that, you know.”

I was assured that Akane was a first-rate material. That was why you yourself must not allow yourself to be downgraded. Should you nonetheless devalue yourself to the third class… I would have to dispose of you. I had finally discovered the first-rate material that I was worthy of. I wanted to avoid that at all costs.

“Ah…”

Tears were streaming from her eyes and drooling from her mouth, and I wondered whether Akane understood what I was saying. However, since I was teaching her directly to her body, she must at the very least recognize the master-servant relationship with me. Akane was indeed a wise girl after all.

“No, you can’t do that. If you open your mouth, you will spit out foul words again, won’t you? I would rather… strangle you like this than have you do something that would tarnish my beautiful Akane.”

Leaving something rotten would lead to the decay of other things as well. Before that happened, immediate measures were imperative. So, I strangled Akane like this, and though it pained me, I made her suffer. Sorry for that.

“You should understand your position a little better. If I wanted to, I could do anything I wished to you. It’s easy for me to kill you who can’t… resist like this.”

It was painful, agonizing, and sorrowful… even for me. But it was your fault.

Please don’t disappoint me too much. I beg you… Akane.

…I wondered how long I had been strangling Akane since then.

By the time I snapped out of my reverie, Akane’s consciousness had completely faded.

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