In a corner by the bed. The tally marks in the blind spot had grown to seven.

Seven days. A short period, perhaps, or a long one. To me, it felt undeniably long.

My days were simple. Each morning, I would wake up under Cane’s watchful gaze. After a quick wash and brushing my teeth, I would undergo training with him. That was my day’s most intense, dizzying, and exhausting part.

It often felt like I was being tormented for three or four hours straight, but when I checked the clock, only two hours had passed. That’s how physically and mentally exhausting it was.

After washing my body and collapsing in exhaustion, Noel came in and gave me clothes and food. He also gave me whatever I needed. Noel hadn’t laid a finger on me since our second kiss. And because I hadn’t rebelled much against Cane, most of the wounds on my body had healed.

Aside from the occasional kiss mark Cane left, no new injuries appeared. Once the training ended, Cane never returned to the room where I was confined. Only Noel came and went, tending to me.

On top of that, Cane… never had s*x with me.

He would constantly push me to my limits, driving me to the edge of climax, yet he never inserted his p*nis inside me. Sometimes, he would ej*culate onto my body while pleasuring himself or occasionally shove his p*nis into my mouth, but that was it.

He would often praise his patience, calling it godlike. I vaguely guessed that Theo must not want it yet. Of course, I wasn’t foolish enough to say it out loud. Cane didn’t harbor any good feelings toward Theo and certainly wouldn’t have liked hearing that.

I couldn’t understand Theo at all. How could he allow Cane to touch and kiss every inch of my body but not allow him to go further? The contradiction of it all baffled me. I had no way of predicting his bizarre inner thoughts.

In truth, while Cane didn’t actually penetrate me, he often tormented me with acts even more intense.

Seyon devices and dildos constantly made my entire body tremble with pleasure.

As for my condition… it wasn’t great.

It had only been about six days since the training officially began, yet my body had already become excessively lustful. Even I could tell that it had gotten extreme.

“We won’t need the Seyon devices anymore.”

Every time Cane’s hands kneaded my br*ast, I would let out a moan, feeling a pleasure so intense it brought me to the brink of climax. My body trembled uncontrollably, unable to resist the sensation. Cane looked down at me, clearly pleased with what he saw.

It felt like the deepest parts of my brain, my peripheral nerves, had been thoroughly corrupted. Whenever Cane pressed his firm body against mine and caressed me, I couldn’t summon the will to push him away.

Despite my plan to behave obediently, my body had already been fully subdued, imprinted, and brainwashed by Cane. I was sure that even if I tried to escape, the moment he touched me and began his caresses, I would completely fall apart.

“…It’s depressing.”

A sigh escaped me involuntarily.

The faint glimmer of hope was that my mind was still intact. Despite being dangerously addicted to this overwhelming pleasure, the desire to escape remained vividly alive within me.

Cane’s ultimate goal might be to drown me in pleasure, to make me so complacent that I would want to stay with the three men forever. But unfortunately for him, my mind hadn’t forgotten my true purpose.

‘Living like a human being’—that’s what it means.

The time Cane spent with me always left behind a bitter residue of misery, guilt, and the lingering sensation of mind-numbing pleasure.

To describe my condition more precisely, my body would be wet every morning. My whole body would heat up at the thought of the pleasure to come, and my lower abdomen would ache. Then I would curl up in a corner of the bed, moaning and waiting for Cane to touch me.

It’s not that I wasn’t worried about this dire situation. If I managed to escape, I might need prolonged mental and medical treatment.

Even if I wasn’t fully addicted to s*x, it was certainly far from normal.

‘It’s okay. As long as I keep my mind in check.’

I tried hard to think positively, and time continued to pass that way.

***

On the morning of the eighth day.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I got up and grabbed my wash kit. For some reason, Cane wasn’t in his usual place. Sometimes he was late, so I didn’t think much of it and started brushing my teeth. My belongings had doubled in size from a few days ago.

Noel had brought me everything I’d asked for, as long as it wasn’t too much trouble. Lotions and cosmetics – all neatly arranged in the cabinet according to the brands I usually use. The make-up hadn’t been touched, of course; I’d only asked for it as a prelude to asking Noel for other things.

The new cabinet next to the table was of average size with five shelves. It held not just the lotions and makeup I mentioned, but also nightgowns, various books, and even a record player for music. During the time Cane wasn’t tormenting me, I passed the hours reading or listening to music.

As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I could feel the slow, burning sensation building in my p*ssy. My body, now conditioned to these insane acts, was demanding pleasure on its own. With trembling hands, I grabbed the sink and finished washing my face.

I curled up on the bed, pulling the blanket over myself.

“Ugh…”

A moan slipped out without me realizing it. The heat in my p*ssy was unbearable, driving me mad. My br*ast tingled as well. I longed for someone to touch me. But my body knew—it couldn’t be just anyone. It needed its masters.

Cane, Theo, and Noel were the owners of this body. Damn them.

I could easily move my hands and relieve the burning sensation of my p*ssy. But I fought it with all my willpower, stubbornly resisting the urge to touch myself. There was no way I was going to give Cane the satisfaction of seeing me m*sturbating. The moment he saw it, he’d mock me endlessly with obscene words, no doubt.

Why is Cane so late today?

Panting, I curled my body even tighter. In this hellish waiting, Cane would usually appear, pull the blanket off me, and climb on top of me.

Thud.

The door opened with a heavy, dull thud that made me jump.

I could hear footsteps approaching and the sound of someone approaching the bed. A strange feeling of unease crept over me. There was a brief silence before the blanket covering my body was abruptly removed.

Our eyes met. Cane stood there in silence, staring down at me with those deep, penetrating eyes. Normally he would be smiling wickedly or climbing on top of me by now, but today he maintained a heavy, brooding silence.

‘What is this? What’s he planning now?’

My mind was a mess, scrambled by arousal. Every breath I exhaled was laced with heat, my body reacting to the presence of its master so close by. A raw, primal urge surged within me—a desire to throw myself at him, unzip his pants, pull out his thick c*ck, and take it into my mouth.

“Hah… Cane…!”

I looked up at him, desperately calling out his name. I both resented him for making me this way and knew I could never refuse him.

For someone who’s usually so quick to act, Cane just stood there, unmoving, without any intention of making the first move.

This madman had my body simmering every morning, leaving me completely powerless by this time of day. I had no idea what would happen if I couldn’t release this overwhelming desire, or if the morning passed without him satisfying me. It had never happened before.

Was Cane curious about this? Wondering if, left in this state, I would eventually tire of pleasuring myself, or if I would stubbornly hold out, endure the torture, sobbing through the morning.

If he was really curious about such a thing, he was a psychopath. Unable to hold back any longer, I moved first. Standing up, I leaned towards the waistband of Cane’s trousers, fumbling until I found the zip and pulled it down. After all the times he’d made me do it, it wasn’t hard.

His p*nis was already massively swollen. The moment I lowered his briefs it popped free, looking bigger and hotter than usual.

“A-ah…”

Just the sight of my master’s p*nis made my own body tremble and I felt a rush of wetness in my p*ssy. Panting heavily, I brought my lips to it, wrapping them around his p*nis as I began to take him into my mouth.