So disgusting, so disgusting, so disgusting... I regret this—!
If she had known Ruan Mei was going to use her personality for this instead of her body, she never would have agreed to that deal.
No wonder... no wonder Ruan Mei had traded for all of her notes outright.
She should have thought it through more carefully back then—!
—Though in reality, Herta had had no room to choose at the time.
"As long as it feels good."
Ruan Mei smiled with narrowed eyes, like a virtuous wife proud that she could help her husband.
Then Ruan Mei began moving gently.
Guh... Don't, don't use someone else's personality for this—!
Herta did not know what this truly felt like.
But right now, she felt like a condemned prisoner with a noose around her neck, the rope loosening and tightening by turns.
Her genius personality was being toyed with like a plaything, stripped of all dignity.
The unpleasant fluid was increasing as well.
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H-how could this be possible! I'm Herta! How could I possibly feel anything from this!!
Herta's consciousness clenched its teeth—but it was useless.
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Her resistance was crushed with ease.
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What kind of joke is this?! Herta's consciousness let out an unwilling roar.
Ruan Mei's movements gradually began to quicken.
Guh...
Was her personality some kind of rice cake?
The unceasing impacts nearly knocked Herta's consciousness unconscious—but that was obviously impossible.
After all, she was currently a gelled mass of "consciousness and personality."
There were no bodily defense mechanisms here.
H-help... At this rate, my personality really is going to get mashed to pieces—!
Ruan Mei moved faster and faster. Herta no longer had even the slightest chance to catch her breath, and under the impacts that struck straight