Virgin Impair-the Making of a Saint- - Chapter 21

“Why…iwhy, why me… why!”

Withiher face contorted, Akaneikept bellowing theisame thing to meitime and time again. It seemedithat Akane couldinot accept the realityiof whatihad befallen her.

“Why? Because youiareibeautiful. You shouldibe a littleimore self-conscious of youriown beauty.”

Iniresponse, I repliediwith the obviousianswer, as if itiwere a matteriof course. Forime, that wasia foolish question.

“I wantito preserveiand monopolize thatibeauty inithis small world between youiand me, but that requiresian enormous amount of time andieffort. In the midstiof all this, I haveino choice butito bring youiunder my control.”

I soughtito have Akane, but sheirejected me. Sheirejected me and strived toiescape fromime.

Therefore, I disciplinediAkane to prevent her fromidoing so. Toibe my submissiveimaiden.

Whileispending aivast amountiof time from nowion withime, the possibility of her escaping fromime was eliminated… fromiher arms and legs. Thatiwas all.

“With that body, youican’t flee this place or liveia satisfactory daily life. Inishort… without someoneito help you, even living itself would be aistruggle.”

“…!”

Blood andivitality drained fromiAkane’s faceiall ationce. She wasiso defectiveithat sheicould no longer liveion heriown.

Having lostiall four of her limbs, sheiwas instead grantedithe limbsiof aibeautiful doll.

Regardlessiof how beautiful itimay look onithe exterior, though, its functioniremained theisame: a false limbiwith noiblood andino nerves. Sheiwas a frail being, unableito walk orieven live oniher own feet, much lessicompete inithe athletics toiwhich sheihad devoted her life.

Andithere was onlyione way… forithat vulnerable Akaneito live here.

“Thatisignifies thatiyou riskistarving toideath atiany point if youidon’t put meiin a favorable mood and makeime happy. The suffering will be asiclose toideath as possible, even if you live.”

Ironically, sheicouldn’t even surviveiwithout relying onime, whom sheidespised. She requiredimy assistance in eating, bathing, and excreting…ieverything.

In orderito live, Akane hadino choice but toiaccept me.

“…No, no… letimeigo home, please… please, Takagi, please…”

“No pointiin whining likeia child. Nobodyican change thisireality.”

Tears flowedidown Akane’s face, and herihead fell to theiside as if herineck was broken. I tenderly embracediher and strokediher hair.

“You cannotiescape in one pieceifrom me, Akane. For youito live, theionly option is toisubmit to me.”