Chapter 103: Distracting Fubuki
Fubuki lay flat inside the capsule pod.
Psykos fastened the buckles of the restraint straps one by one.
This was to prevent her from injuring herself while struggling during the amplification process due to the pain.
Her hands, feet, torso, and even her head were firmly secured by the straps.
Psykos stroked the restraint straps.
Her mind involuntarily recalled her own experiences.
It was even more... humiliating!
And that blood-sucking mosquito bitch!!
Psykos's expression uncontrollably turned a bit hideous.
In her memories of those terrifying and daunting punishments,
Mosquito Girl had appeared quite frequently.
That damned alien bitch!!
Relying on her many ideas and the high durability of her Monster body, she dared to be so arrogant!!
Psykos's expression shifted constantly.
She switched back and forth between emotions like shame, annoyance, and resentment.
This caused the somewhat nervous Fubuki to involuntarily turn her gaze toward her.
Finally, Fubuki couldn't help but ask:
"Psykos, are you okay? Did Aokiji's... uh, um... 'persuasion' have some kind of aftereffect?"
Being asked this by the President she once admired and followed,
Psykos's memories seemed to become even more... "N-no... President, you should worry about yourself first."
Psykos stammered through her excuses.
Hurriedly finishing the last buckle, she stood up and retreated.
As Aokiji pressed the start button,
The outer shell of the capsule pod slowly closed.
The silver-white metal shell encased and obscured Fubuki's figure.
Only a transparent observation window at the head remained for direct monitoring of the user's condition.
The Psychic Power amplification device began to operate.
A humming sound of energy wavelengths, like auditory hallucinations, began to swirl around.
At first, Fubuki didn't feel anything unusual.
More than a minute passed in tranquility.
Just as Fubuki's nervous heart began to relax, thinking the pain was just Aokiji's bluff,
The change happened very rapidly.
Just as Aokiji had described, it was like forcibly controlling every muscle in the body simultaneously for a continuous, extreme contraction workout!
Except the actual target of control was Fubuki's Mental Energy.
It was something Fubuki herself couldn't do—instantly releasing and pouring out all her Psychic Power at once!
"Ugh—!!"
Fubuki instinctively let out a groan of pain.
Her Mental Energy was being consumed at a terrifying rate!
The Psychic Power surging to its limit didn't damage the device; under the resonance of frequency and wavelength, it was purely being consumed.
This was a mental marathon of torture conducted at a sprinting pace!
As time went on,
The pain continued to accumulate.
In the early stages, Fubuki could still forcibly suppress it, only letting out a few muffled groans of pain.
Gradually, the pain could no longer be restrained and spilled from her throat.
Veins bulged, and blood vessels throbbed.
Through the transparent observation window, her expression of agonizing endurance was clearly visible.
"Lord Aokiji, the President..."
Psykos hesitated to speak.
She looked toward Aokiji at the control console.
"It's fine, the values are rising steadily and are within the range Fubuki's Mental Energy can handle," Aokiji said after observing the various data displays.
"Have her think about something else, or talk to her to distract her attention."
After days of instruction, obeying Aokiji's commands had become almost instinctive for Psykos.
She immediately followed Aokiji's instructions.
Standing beside the reclining capsule pod, she spoke to Fubuki through the observation window.
She first reminded her several times to think about other things and not to focus all her attention on her senses.
But Fubuki seemed completely unable to hear her voice.
Having no choice, after a brief hesitation, Psykos
Began to recount the high school days they had experienced together.
This had some effect, but not much.
"Lord Aokiji, it's not having much effect!"
Psykos had plenty of similar experiences.
Before successfully training Orochi, she had conducted countless experimental trials.
She had tried various ways to cultivate Monsters, all ending in failure; the corpses of the failed experimental Monsters were enough to pile into a small mountain.
So Psykos knew that when in pain, information transmitted through hearing could hardly enter the brain.
At such times, the vast majority of sounds
Would only be pushed aside by the sensation of pain, filtered into meaningless noise.
After thinking for a moment, Aokiji said:
"Then let's try a different way."
As he spoke, he performed a few simple operations on the control console.
The reclining capsule pod slowly rose.
It moved into a vertical, upright position.
The pained Fubuki inside was now at eye level with them.
Aokiji walked over and stroked the rabbit tail.
He leaned down, his upper body close, and said:
"Let's cheer for your admired President together."
I-In front of the President...?
The rabbit tail trembled slightly along with her body.
Her will to resist had long since been worn away; the first thing that popped into her mind was the corresponding image.
Burning shame turned into a hot iron, searing the inside of her lower abdomen.
However, obedience was already etched into her bones... Thud—
A palm suddenly slapped against the device for support.
Then Psykos's face pressed against the transparent observation window.
A large hand reached from behind, resting on her blue-violet hair.
"President... ugh, don't look..."
Psykos's voice was weak, a plea that was almost a self-mutter.
Yet it was ten thousand times more effective than her previous loud reminders... Psykos?
Fubuki's blurred vision tried to focus.
She wanted to see Psykos clearly through the single layer of transparent shell.
"Since it's cheering and encouragement to help Fubuki distract her attention, how can we not let her see?"
Aokiji also lowered his head to get close, his exhaled breath triggering a slight shiver.
The blurriness in her vision quickly receded.
The pain remained, but it no longer occupied her entire mind as it had just moments ago.
Fubuki stared blankly at the Psykos right in front of her.
The expression on the other woman's face made it seem as if she were the one enduring the pain.
Then again, experiencing social death in front of someone you once admired—how could that not be considered a form of pain?
The pain of her Mental Energy being forcibly pushed to its limit
Was something Fubuki no longer had the capacity to worry about.
Her chaotic thoughts carried a hint of unspeakable breakdown.
—What are you two doing in front of me?!!
*Squelch— Squelch—*
"It really is effective. This is a miracle created by the effort you've put in for Fubuki, Psykos."
Aokiji said with satisfaction.
Fubuki, Psykos: What kind of ghost of a miracle is this!! And isn't the one putting in the "effort" you—!!
"Only seeing the face doesn't seem to be enough," Aokiji said thoughtfully.
"Let's stand back a bit. Psykos, show Fubuki 'that'."
"Wh... what..."
"Didn't your Senior change you into a cheerleader outfit before? She even taught you a cheerleading routine. This is a great way to boost morale, used in all major sports events."
Senior?
Fubuki gritted her teeth fiercely upon hearing this.
Besides her, her sister, and Psykos,
There was actually someone else?!
However, Fubuki soon had no Mental Energy left to consider this.
Because the two had already stepped back, allowing her to see the full picture.
Psykos closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to meet Fubuki's gaze.
But her body very skillfully began to perform the cheerleading routine Mosquito Girl had taught her.
In a proper cheerleading routine, one should hold pom-poms to enhance the visual effect.
But Mosquito Girl's version was neither proper nor did it have pom-poms.
She could only make encouraging "V" signs with her hands to temporarily substitute for the pom-poms.
"G-Go... keep going... President Fubuki, work hard..."
The mental pain was no longer a torture; instead, it became an element that kept Fubuki's consciousness clear.
Fubuki's logic told her to look away.
But her eyes followed her heart's desire and locked onto the scene.
She... should have resisted.
But after watching for a while, a different kind of feeling welled up.
Unfortunately, her hands were firmly tied.