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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 21:14:25 +0000 UTCEP.315 The Masochist’s First Step (3)
The Erotic Item was real.
Any wound, no matter how deep, would heal perfectly,
even her hymen would regenerate after being torn.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
If it had fallen into the wrong hands, imagine the consequences.
‘If it landed with someone evil, the whole army might've mobilized.’
It's unclear what would actually kill its possessor
with limbs regrowing, likely only obliterating the heart completely would work.
‘At least I’m using it for the right reasons.’
“Agent Sahwa, are you ready?”
“I’m always ready.”
After quitting college, Sahwa joined a special forces unit.
She saluted her superior, clearing her thoughts.
At first, she joined thinking she’d experience pain and grow as a masochist.
But living alone has limits, and money ran short.
With no other option, she risked her life by entering special forces.
When she first applied, everyone was shocked
leaving a prestigious university for dangerous military work.
Her parents and even acquaintances tried to convince her otherwise.
But Sahwa never wavered and applied without hesitation.
At her first exam, everyone looked at her with disdain
‘What’s a woman doing here?’
‘Go home and nurse a child,’ they jeered.
She endured all sorts of contempt.
“Are you sharp-eyed?”
“I am, but I can hardly believe this sight.”
All her training in pursuit of orgasms built the foundation for her success in special forces exams.
She took the top spot with flying colors.
Even after joining, she faced cold stares and ridicule from veterans
dismissed solely for being a woman, harassed and insulted.
“This is Sahwa. I’ve just dealt with the terrorists and I’m returning.”
Her solo exploits became legendary.
She fought and beat terrorists alone, tackled impossible missions effortlessly
No one regarded her as ‘just a woman’ anymore.
Instead, they called her a monster and kept their distance
Sahwa…
‘A pity, no one harasses or insults me anymore.’
As a masochist, sexual harassment and scorn were her bliss,
their hostile gazes felt like a delightful electric massage.
But now, her overwhelming record silenced everyone,
and only fleeing men made her feel disappointed.
‘I joined the special forces just for this…’
She’d picked the most male-dominated field
surely she'd be despised and mistreated.
But Sahwa didn’t want to change those opinions;
she wanted to savor them.
Her impressive record was necessary, too, for other reasons.
‘That last terrorist fight was great. The pleasure of a bullet in my arm simply glorious.’
Risky combat was supreme foreplay to her.
She knew this and applied with full intent;
every time a battle loomed, she’d get wet in anticipation.
She’d go to sleep with soaked underwear thinking of bloody clashes to come.
“A government order’s come. All personnel to combat readiness.”
“Yes!”
One day, about two weeks into her deployment in Egypt,
she sensed something serious from the commander’s grim face.
Even for trouble, he'd casually say, ‘Just send Sahwa,’
but now he was stone-faced something big had happened.
Certain of it, Sahwa triple-checked her gear.
She wanted pain, not reckless death so she prepared meticulously and joined her squad in a transport.
‘What’s happening?’
For the first time, true nervousness
she hadn’t felt this before.
She calmed herself and focused ahead.
At the target site, everyone disembarked, all eyes on the commander.
He took a deep breath and spoke:
“Right now, a terrorist with a suspicious device is hiding inside. He’s 92 years old, but his device is considered nationally critical orders are to confiscate it at all costs.”
A ‘suspicious device.’
Sahwa suddenly remembered the robed woman from earlier.
Why did that meeting come to mind now?
Lost in thought, Sahwa half-listened to her commander’s briefing,
her past encounter felt more significant.
“Everyone! Sacrifice yourself for peace!”
“Yes!”
At the call to arms, her well-trained squad moved instantly.
Sahwa, regaining composure, set off
though it was hard to catch up to the others.
But she didn’t give up and slipped capably into the target building,
only to be stunned by what she saw.
‘What in the world…’
Squadmates, stripping spontaneously and saluting randomly.
Fear crept in; she approached slowly.
The others seemed unaware of their actions
calm-faced, as if it was all normal.
“Ku-hu-hut. Sending special forces after me, really?”
‘That voice…’
She turned toward the sound
an old man lounged in a golden chair, chuckling arrogantly.
This must be the terrorist.
If she seized him, she could get answers.
Sahwa darted among the squad, moving in.
Within range, just as she aimed her pistol
“Sahwa, stop! Do you know who this is?”
“He’s the one who will change the world!”
“If you’re going to shoot him, shoot me first!”
Suddenly her motionless comrades sprang at her.
The old man now realized someone had infiltrated,
muttering nervously.
“That’s odd. The Common Sense Alteration Device should have made everyone strip upon entry.”
‘Common Sense Alteration Device?’
Sahwa shivered at his words.
The Common Sense Alteration Device
its very name screamed Erotic Item.
Was this old man a user, too?
To get the truth, Sahwa began subduing her teammates.
A one-vs-many fight, but all her training and infinite regeneration let her conquer them.
She stood, victorious, above the rest.
“Amazing. Didn’t expect anyone like you in Special Forces. But let’s see if you can handle this!”
With a confident grin, the old man aimed a remote and pressed the switch.
Reacting, Sahwa crossed her arms to block
knowing how reckless it was, but unable to do anything else.
But…
“…..Huh?”
“Hmm?”
Even as time passed, nothing happened.
The old man frowned in confusion.
“Strange. I changed the ‘proper greeting’ to ‘naked masturbation’…”
“That Common Sense Alteration Device is it an Erotic Item?”
“!”
At Sahwa’s question, shock overtook the old man’s face.
No one had ever asked.
But Sahwa cut to the heart of the matter.
He burst out laughing with satisfaction.
“Kuhuhu! So that’s it. You’re an Erotic Item user too?”
“Mine’s different from yours, but yes.”
To demonstrate, Sahwa drew a knife and made a deep cut on her arm.
Blood gushed everywhere
But the flow reversed as time rewound, and the wound vanished completely.
“Remarkable. To own such a high-level Erotic Item…”
“What’s your goal? And why doesn’t your device affect me?”
She pressed for answers.
But instead of answering, the old man countered with his own question, watching her intently.
“Can you tell me why you joined Special Forces?”
“I asked first.”
“Forgive me, but I need to know that to answer.”
Slightly annoyed, Sahwa realized that she held the upper hand in a private meeting.
So, for the first time, she confided her deviant sexual taste to someone:
“I’m a masochist. I joined for the pleasure found in pain.”
“Kuhut! Now I understand.”
Taking up a cane beside his chair, the old man struggled to stand.
He slowly approached, stopped before Sahwa, and explained with a sly grin:
“The Common Sense Alteration Device alters what’s considered ‘normal.’ But it doesn’t work on those whose normal is already twisted like you.”
“So, extreme perverts are immune is that it?”
“I put it more gently, but yes.”
At first, she thought her own Erotic Item was protecting her.
But his logic made more sense.
She seemed ‘normal’ on the outside, but inside, Sahwa was already warped enough to resist any rewrite device.
“In that case, how about this: join me in changing the world.”
“Changing the world?”
“Simple. Create a society where everyone can copulate freely and live shamelessly. Wouldn’t that be a dream for you?”
Sahwa’s eyes widened.
If that world became reality,
she’d never have to hide her deviant tastes again.
She could live proud of them, even honored.
But a surge of disgust also hit
the idea of this old man being king repulsed her.
“Did you consider I might kill you now and just take your device?”
“Then tell me how would you use the Common Sense Alteration Device if you took it?”
“Well…”
The outcome would still be the old man’s dream.
But, in his place, she’d want to set that boy, the one who led her down this path.
He seemed to read her mind and smiled as he settled back in his chair.
“My time is almost up. If I die, I’ll help you put whoever you want in my place.”
“That’s…”
A devil’s temptation.
Hesitating, Sahwa listened as he added another lure:
“And with it, you’ll also inherit one of my Erotic Items Infinite Stamina.”
“Infinite… Stamina?”
“Yes. Right now, it’s in my body, but when I die, it will be released. How about it? Satisfied with that?”
A man has a limit to his stamina.
In a changed world, having Infinite Stamina is a special privilege.
Sahwa weighed her options her decision was made.
She lowered all her weapons and raised her hands.
“Keep your promise.”
“Of course. After I’m gone, you’ll realize your dream as you desire.”
Thus began the world of altered common sense
and the story of masochist Sahwa’s encounter with the former Director.
