Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

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I glanced at the device in my hand, its purpose clear. It seemed that it had been designed precisely for moments like this, meant to bring the heroine, who represented the submissive party in this erotic game, to a state of complete control and obedience. In this world ruled by sinister forces, an ominous structure loomed before us.

I took a deep breath, realizing that I had the power to bring her happiness without any cost. With gentle strokes, I caressed her pussy-like form, knowing that my touch had a profound effect.

[Marilyn's body feels a comforting warmth]

The notifications in my mind informed me.

[Her personality is being safeguarded... The personality regeneration rate increases. The body rejoices at your tender touch. The bitter cold in her world ceases, and the loneliness and debuffs vanish.]

The student council president's voice broke the silence, her confusion evident. "What exactly is this?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

"It's Marilyn, my teacher. This happened due to my mistake," I explained, my voice filled with remorse.

"What...?" Her voice trailed off, struggling to comprehend the situation.

"I'm not certain how this cto pass, but it was an accident," I continued, my words tinged with regret.

An accident. While I struck her scarecrow, I elaborated, explaining that my skill had inadvertently been transferred to her. I couldn't keep my "Personality Expel" ability a secret any longer, especially not from someone like the student council president.

"Personality Expel?" she repeated, her expression more disdainful than I had anticipated.

Sylvie and E@#₹&@# had always understoodwithout prejudice, but it seemed that the student council president was different.

"If one believes that, then this is a grave crime, even if there was no malicious intent," she stated firmly, her disapproval evident.

"First and foremost, the crucial task is to restore the teacher to their original state," I urged, realizing the urgency of the situation.

"This isn't a matter for you to fret over right now," she retorted dismissively.

As expected, I couldn't entrust this to her either. I couldn't afford to waste any more time.

"If we delay any further, it will be disastrous. We must take action immediately!" I pressed, my voice filled with determination.

"Is this a ploy to buy tfor escape?" she questioned, her skepticism apparent.

"Leave it to me. I'll find a way, somehow," I assured her, my determination unwavering.

"Even if I were to believe that this is the teacher's true self, there's no reason to entrust the subsequent steps to you!" she countered, her voice laced with doubt.

"Kyelli!" I shouted fiercely, my frustration reaching its peak.

"Let's restore them first, and then we can discuss!" I pleaded, hoping to convince her to prioritize the teacher's well-being.

There was a moment of silence, and I could sense a wavering in Kyelli's voice. "Teacher..." she began softly, her doubts starting to crumble.

"...can you truly revert them?" she finally asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"If you stand in my way here, one thing is certain: the teacher will never be able to return to their original state," I warned, trying to impress upon her the gravity of the situation.

Twas of the essence. The golden opportunity may have already slipped by.

"Tsk..." Kyelli sighed, her resistance weakening.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

"Please stand guard at the door to prevent anyone from entering, Student Council President," I instructed, my tone filled with determination as I turned my back to her.

It was tfor action. We couldn't afford any more delays if we wanted to restore the teacher to her true self.

"Wait! I never said I'd entrust this to you. There's no guarantee that everything you say is true...!" The student council president's voice was filled with skepticism and caution.

"Please guard the door. The student council president cannot enter until it's all over," I asserted firmly, knowing that her presence would only complicate matters.

But Kyelli, with a mix of concern and determination, approachedand grasped my arm. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "If we use the emergency line, we can transfer the teacher to the best-equipped hospital in Seoul within three minutes. Is this truly the best option?"

"Yes. I'm the only one on the plwho can save them right now," I replied, my voice filled with conviction.

Her decision wasn't an easy one, as doubt still lingered in her mind. But for now, I was grateful that she was willing to trust me.

"I won't let anyone in. How much tdo we have?" she asked, shifting her focus to the practicalities of the situation.

"I will do my best until it's completely dark," I replied, aware of the limited twe had left.

"About two hours then. Alright, make sure you save the teacher," Kyelli instructed, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination.

With Kyelli standing guard at the door, we had a temporary reprieve from interruptions. The real challenge lay ahead of me.

I exhaled deeply, steeling myself for the daunting task that lay before me—an endeavor more complex and delicate than a closed-room murder.

"Thanks to you, E@#₹&@#, I'm not surprised at moments like this..." I muttered, acknowledging the bizarre circumstances that had brought us to this point.

As I continued to touch the Sex bitch, a mix of conflicting emotions surged within me. While I was able to bring her temporary happiness and warmth, I remained clueless about how to reverse the process.

Was putting it back into the hole it cout of the only option? It seemed like the most logical choice, but doubts gnawed at me.

(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the I won't mind if you send more stones, and plz don't forget the gifts.)

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