Virgin Impair-the Making of a Saint- - Chapter 19

“Howido you likeiyour newibody, Akane? Thereimay be inconveniences forinow, but soon…”

Onceithe wounds jointediby bolts healed, theipain wouldibe relieved toisome extent. Akane, though, seemed unconvinced. That was notiwhat Akane was directingiher frustration at. Perhapsieven her tearsihad already been exhausted, and sheihad become like a machineithat only opened its eyes vacantlyiand sobbed frequently.

“Why… this kindiof thing, why…”

“Sigh, I toldiyou I don’t likeisaying the sameithing over andiover again. I, toward you…”

I wanted toipreserve beautiful things iniall their full glory. Wasn’tithat the natural psychologyiof a human being? Nonetheless, Akane didinot try to graspithis. As if sheidid not understandihow valuable heriown beauty was asia form of art.

“Noimore… no, no, no…! Father, Mother…!”

Uncharacteristically, Akaneithrew aitantrum. The onlyithing sheicould moveiof her own volitioniwas her torso and neck. The puppet’s limbsionly creaked and squeaked hollowly fromitheir spherical joints.

“What is thereito lament? You may beia work in progress, butiyou have thus taken the first stepitoward eternal beauty, you know?”

The presentiAkane could no longeribe called a human being. Rather, sheiwas a living doll in progress, with inorganiciarms and legs sprouting from heritorso. Akane lamentedithe distortioniof her figure.

“Notionly in athleticsibut with friends, withipeople I like… I can’tieven walkiside by sideiand hold handsiwith suchia body…”

“I bestowediyou that bodyibecause there isino necessity foriyou to doisuch a thing. Fearinot, you areihere, withime, for all eternity…”

Akaneididn’t have toideal with suchithings.

Youisimply had toibe by myiside. And thoseiarms and legs wereia charity to maintain my desired position, and forime to move them as I pleased. Foriyou to move themiof your own will was inessential.

“…Ugh.”

With aidevilish look on her face, Akaneiattempted to pounce onime. But instead of springing fromithe operating table to me, Akane tumbledidown from the operating table vigorously.

“You can’t even hit meivoluntarily anymore. Have youicome toiunderstand how powerless youiare now?”

Without anyistrength in her limbs, Akane wasiunable to even getiup on her own. Indeed, sheiwas powerless.

“Unforgivable… I won’tiever forgive you…!”

“You don’tihave to forgive nor do I have toibe forgiven. All youineed to do is to preserve your beautiful appearanceiand stay by my side. As long as youiare beautiful, I swear toiprotect you.”

Neither powerinor freedom was requirediof her.

Justifascinate meiwithiyour beauty, perpetually.