Using one of my trump card, 'Brainwashing', I turn the talented Negara fighter, Clementine into my ally. A genuine prodigy... the term 'prodigy' is still not enough. Although she’s troublesome as an enemy, she has be a reliable existence after she becomes my ally. 

I look at Clementine who has lost her consciousness due to fatigue. She’s a slender and beautiful woman with short blond hair with the same bob hairstyle like Kurotsuchi. It’s quite hard to think that she is a monster like fighter that tortured me for weeks.

Carrying the completely exhausted Clementine, I wrap her in my robe. I am princess carrying Clementine who is wrapped in my robe, which is inviting jealous stare from other girls. 

We found a hole in a mountain slope. It is like a cave with narrow interior that can only accommodate up to 15 persons. It is surrounded by trees. 

We burn some woods to create heat. Because Clementine's clothes are tight and suffocating, I changed her into a Japanese styled loose, linen sleepwear given by Sarutobi clan. 

Her body that had gone through hellish battle should be full of scars and rugged… was what I was imagining, but in reality now, it is smooth yellowish skin. With a very slim layer of fat covering her flexible and good quality muscles, it gave her a woman’s softness. Long story short, she’s beautiful and erotic. 

The girls are just staring at me who undressed Clementine and put on the sleepwear with the help of diligent Mirai.

Clementine's eyelids move; it seems she’s about to wake up.

"Noooooooooo, stooooooop, that kind of thing, noooo.” she shocks us when she goes in a frenzy immediately after waking up, screams and disheveled her hair. 

Holding her shoulders tightly, I look straight into her eyes while repeatedly saying calm down. After a while, Clementine finally regains her composure. 

"Hiro...did I loose consciousness?"

She has a blank face, but then her expression turns stiff after noticing that she is in different clothing. Her eyes looked hollow. She is not kittenish as usual and her fiendish presence is disappearing. 

"I long for you, Hiro. I cannot understand why you fuck that whore but you never touch me. I become doubtful, and I feel very pathetic because if that." Clementine glares towards Sylvia who just turn her face to the other side.

"You don't have to feel sorry. It's my fault for ignoring you and Sekrit." Although I direct this words to Clementine, Sekrit who is sitting 3 meters from us, blushes.

"I don't know what that bitch said to you, but my everything is yours." Clementine stares straight at my eyes.

"Thanks for that."

"What I should be swinging my sword for. That’s what I want to decide. …As I promised, I’ll use all of my power to become your strength.” 

After the food is heated, Mirai passes some to her. 

After we finishes dinner, everyone lay down and I am beside Clementine. She gazes at me with clouded eyes. That reminds me, the Brainwashing was still in effect and it will be with her forever.

Although other girls are just here with us, her string of nervousness is gone. It seems her sexual desire she has been holding is leaked out onto her face. When I grab her arm, her body shakes with a start.

Clementine's personality has been flirtatious and bellicose, this affects whatever she behaves in the future. Even though I used tricks, she now venerates me. Furthermore, we have gone through thick and thin together for quite some time.

Her life purpose as Negara's weapon is gone, so a gaping wide hole has been opened in her heart. When I had sex with newly encountered girl, Sylvia, her heart is thrown into emotional roller coaster, making her more vulnerable towards me. For the past weeks, the reason I didn't touch her body was because she was unconsciously creating wall between us. But that's turned around with Sylvia's existence and the hole can no longer hidden. She’s seeking something to fill that hole, so as a man she is forced to obey, I’m convenient. She has been unconsciously thinking that far and wants me. 

"It seems I can’t control myself if I’m told that by a charming girl like Clementine. Is it really fine?” I purposefully say this lovey-dovey stuffs out loud to influence the girls who are still not sleeping.

"Yes, it’s fine if it’s you, Hiro "

In that case, I’ll do as she wishes. I exchange a kiss. I put a hand inside her clothes; her body is awfully hot and her skin sticks to my hand.

She is starting to look charming. It’s the concept of how the more stupid a child is, the cuter she is. I guess I’ll be affectionate to her a lot and make her depend on me. Ignoring other girls' presence, I push Clementine down. In her eyes, I could see anticipation.

Since childhood, she has piled up hellish training, so she has resistance against pain and suffering. However, she doesn’t know of pleasure. In that field, she is actually weaker than an ordinary person. That Clementine is about to experience pleasure that has Brainwashing, cold temperatures and all of my sexual techniques poured into it. There’s no way she can endure and resist it.

I will make sure Clementine is going to fight the whole world for the sake of me. Her bestiality and perversion will be moulded for my world view.

While watching over her make a lovely voice each time I move my hand, I feel both sexual desire and mental pleasure inside me. Tonight seems like it’ll be an exciting night. I’ll engrave myself, and pleasure into her body so that she would never be able to forget.

***

Night before, I gave Clementine plenty of affection, moreover in front of other girls, and just as I thought Clementine hasn’t experienced much pleasure until today. Right now she’s fast asleep and her nude body is hugging my arm. She’s got an expression that I am her object of worldly desire.

Clementine hasn’t understood the difference between lust and feelings of adoration, so she is misunderstanding that her feelings towards me are love. She’s convinced that wanting the body means that she loves me.

It’s a common illusion for women that experience consensual sex for the first time. Although I had predicted it would be like this, Clementine is addicted to it more than I had expected. While she still has utility value, I should let her have a dream.

So that I don’t wake her up, I cautiously untangle my arm. I massage her boobs that are not very bug but have good shape; the feeling of her skin that sort of sticks to me is irresistible. I look at her with my "Status View":

"Name: Clementine Quintia, Age: 17, Height: 167 cm, Vocation: Rogue.

Strength: 13, Speed: 25, Agility: 14, Stamina: 11, Durability: 11, Reflex: 12"