Chapter 448 – 448

“Uh huh, don’t you hurry up? Quickly, to mom and dad, and to grandparents. I want you to show off your obscene bodies one by one and broadcast it live. When I saw you in heaven, I thought, “Wow, that’s what my daughter has become.” So that you can understand while doing it.”

“… Huuuuu…”

Mary said she didn’t like it and just cried and put it back on.

“This won’t work.” Today is pussy whipping all day long. Even if you only get hurt for an hour, you feel like a wreck all day long. Let’s see what happens if we get hit for 24 hours. Should the title of the video to be uploaded today be ’24 hours of pussy whipping’…”

I pulled Mary’s leash.

The purpose was to take him home, imprison him in the basement, and train him.

Then Mary flops down on the floor, folds her hands and waves at me.

“… Alas, no. … I will do it. I will do it. Because I will…”

“Tsk, so let’s do it sooner. The thought of being locked in the basement and having your pussy whipped all day made you want to do it, right?”

“… Yes, yes… I’ll do it, I’ll do it…”

Mary was very afraid of being whipped. Is it because you faint once you get hit?

Passing out and urinating due to incontinence is one of the annoying points that stimulates sadism.

Well, considering that the positions of the men and women are reversed, and their dicks are beaten with a whip, it seems worth it.

Still, I keep hitting them while healing them with healing potions when their skin or wounds open. I think he is a kind owner.

‘The whip is also subject to weapon skill. With my detailed control, it hurts a lot, but I adjust it just enough so that it doesn’t hurt easily, but if I do it, the skin may tear, so a healing potion is a must.’

“… Um, mom. … The pussy bitch that my mom gave birth to has grown up, … Oh, I’ve become such a lewd bitch slut. Every day, my master…, No, I deal with her husband’s sex, and I masturbate again every day, trying to become more naughty… Ugh♡”

Mary spewed obscenities at her tombstone while masturbating.

“Huh♡ Even when my husband is not around, I masturbate so vigorously every hour, so my pussy is always wet, Master…” No, trying to make her receive her husband’s big cock… Hmm♡ In heaven, black…, Can you see it well? The meat toilet’s pussy hole is wide open…”

“Is that your mother’s tombstone? Then, masturbate in front of her mother-in-law’s tombstone and let her squirt. Only then will my mother-in-law look up from heaven and realize that my daughter’s pussy has grown so well. Tsk tsk. “You say it while spewing out a lot of obscene language.”

“…”

“What? What about those rebellious eyes? Do you want to be dragged to the basement and have your pussy whipped?”

“… Wow, huh…, Too bad… Um, mom. … Please watch from heaven as I reach the peak of masturbation and my pussy juices squirt out… Ugh, huh… Sniff. Sigh♡ Hmm♡”

Mary, with her tears streaming down her face and her whimpers, intensely masturbated, penetrating her own pussy and stroking her clit, bringing her to climax.

Since then, even in front of her dead father’s tombstone, she spread her pussy, masturbated, climaxed, and boasted that her daughter’s pussy had grown so well.
It was the same in front of her grandmother or her grandfather’s tombstone.

She did this last time in front of her dead brother’s grave, and Mary cried especially mournfully in front of her dead brother’s grave.
She wondered why she was like this, as if she was mourning and missing someone who had just died.

After finishing reminiscing about the past, I returned to the present and told Mary that she could stop acting, but she said she was not acting, and she was in a state of confusion.

‘But now that I think about it, did Mary have a dead brother? ?’

When the word Mary’s brother came into my head, I thought of Thomas White, who had recently been hiding in a secret militia base near the forest.

That guy had a favor to ask of me.

“Oh, that’s right. But Mary. Thomas wants you some pickled cucumbers. What you put there is delicious. I heard you inherited your mother-in-law’s cooking skills from when she was alive, and that cucumber pickles are delicious? Hmm, I feel like it’s okay, but to his taste, it tastes like his mom’s cooking that he misses.”

“… ?”

“Mary, I think it’s because you added flower petals to that pickle to give it a bit of a unique feel. Next time I come to the militia base, I asked you to bring some with me. Since I only ate meat from hunting at the forest base, I guess I wanted to eat something like pickles.”

“… ?”

“Huh? Why are you so surprised?”

“… No way, no way… Well, that means… Tom, Thomas is alive… ? At a militia base?”

“Uh. Are you hiding in a secret militia base in the forest? … You know where our gang base was originally? He’s alive and well. “It’s so alive that it feels like a mask.”

“… ? Yes? What? … ? Then the newspapers and people said that Thomas was dead… ? He was burned to a painful death… ?”

“Instead of Thomas, they burned a body similar to Thomas’ body and made it look like Thomas was dead. He’s already dead a long time ago. Furthermore, he died in a fire. It looks like the reporter used some imagination to write a provocative article. … Ah, yes. I think I read that article too. … Okay. That’s right. I remember. “I remember reading the article over and over because I was making fun of Thomas.”

“… Well, then… Why, why… ? You didn’t say anything to me… ?”

Mary looked at me with devastated eyes.

I really felt that it was absolutely absurd.

“Uh… That is…”

I blinked. Didn’t I tell you?

What…, As people live, they may forget.

It was so fucking ugly that you were wearing a black Western-style mourning dress, and it was especially ugly that you lifted her mourning skirt and had sex with her from behind, and even when she was getting a blow job, she was so fucking ugly that I forgot about it. Hmm…

Also, it was fun to lock her in the basement and train her with SM and whip her pussy, and walking naked bitches and humiliating her in front of her family’s grave was so fucking disgusting and fun that I think Mary would be so fucking embarrassed if I told her I forgot…, What should I say?

Mary looked at me like I was completely dumbfounded, then she clapped and said, as if she had realized something.

“… Aha! Now I get it! That was the plan?! … I’m afraid I might not be able to act…, You didn’t say anything on purpose because you knew that the suspicious inspector would come, right? … That, and the thing that bothered me, was that I was actually worried that someone would notice and look like I wasn’t sad… ! Make it look as difficult, exhausted, and sad as possible… ! … Well, such a detailed plan… !!”

“… Huh?”

“Ugh, huh…, Honey… I didn’t even know that…, I didn’t even know that my wife had such a deep meaning… Ugh, huh… I guess they deliberately held Thomas’s funeral and made him wear mourning clothes because I didn’t know about it… Honey, I’m sorry. Just because I had doubts…, And thank you… So you saved Tom… ! Honey, I can’t believe your intentions were this deep…”

“… ?”

“… Ugh, huh…, I also just suspected that my wife was crazy about women’s pussies, and that even though her wife and brother were dead, she was just a crazy person who only had sex… And these days, they’ve been harassing me so crazy…, Huff, huff… I was preparing to run away…, I was going to tell the judicial inspector who just came that you torture me every day, but I barely held back because I was scared of you…”

“What? … Ah, so I guess I was just about to say something to the inspector earlier… !”

“Ugh, huff… I’m sorry for doubting you. Thank you. You… Now I know your deep meaning. I’m sorry, I really…, I had only doubts until now…, I don’t trust you… I will trust you now. It all happened for a reason, right? Hmm, sniffle.”

“… ? … Uh, ah… Um, right… It was all my plan. Um, um. “Now you understand what I mean.”

“I’m so scared whenever I see a whip these days…, You treat me like a toy, and I’m treated like a real animal, so it’s so hard to live every day…, Huh… Lately, I’ve been crying, and I’ve been making plans to run away while you’re sleeping…”

“…”

“Well, I didn’t even know that… Ugh, I’m sorry. But it was so hard and painful… The pussy whipping was too harsh…”

“Uh…, Hmm…, Okay. I’m sorry about that. But I did it to fool the damn judicial inspector general. Please understand.”

“These days, I am so scared that I urinate just by looking at the small whip that the village men use to handle horses… Ugh, sniffle… Well, still. This was all done to save Tom. … I’m sorry for doubting you. This was all because I asked Tom to be saved… Sigh, huh…”

Mary took care of her mistake.

Well, now that I think about it…, Isn’t good something good?

If Mary had known before the inspector came, would she have acted so pitifully, held a funeral, and lived with her soul as if her real brother had died?
In any case, thanks to me, I think I escaped the thorough surveillance of the suspicious inspector.

Perhaps, given the inspector’s suspicious and paranoid nature, he would have investigated in great detail whether Mary had a proper funeral, whether her tombstone was erected, and what her attitude was like after her sister’s death.

And as for confining Mary in her basement and giving her SM hard play training for a while…, Uh…, Actually, it has nothing to do with deceiving the inspector, but should I say I’m glad Mary took care of her misunderstanding?

‘… Ah, but if this goes on, I can’t whip my pussy anymore if I want to maintain this misunderstanding… Ah? Isn’t it? We still have to keep deceiving the inspector general’s subordinates into thinking they can monitor them. Hehe.’

I thought of a way to keep fooling Mary.

‘Hmph. It’s sucky to see Mary devastated by just being bullied, but it’s also sucky and fun to watch her be devastated by repeated whippings while she’s tricked into thinking that this is all to save her younger brother Thomas, right? … In fact, it has nothing to do with it, but she is a woman who is in pain because her pussy is whipped, but is deceived into thinking that it is for her brother… It sucks.’