Having Fun, my Way 2 - or 'A Goddess' Plan brought to chaotic insanity due to the Average Florida Man-tier Joe' (Hentaiworld, but the Insert plays it smart)
Emmalia von Trautmann, Austrian by Father, Japanese by Mother.
The girl was two months younger than me, her current circle of friends was non-existing as she had never mentioned any through her social media account beyond her puppy back home, Pluper.
At first glance, this was the portrayal of the classic girl that was a shameless introvert that had her dark desires from time to time, but a deeper look into her psyche through her diary and her medical record through what I could hack into the database in Austria gave me a lot of shit to work with.
Emmalia was sick in the mind and 'sick in the body'. The latter correlates with the former due to the way her parents initially treated her futanari state as something that needed to be 'healed'.
Of course, there was no medical reasoning in the scientific community calling for this, but many conservative countries tended to have biased doctors that tended to 'agree' to this sort of worries.
For a while she was subjected to therapy to 'remove the anomaly', but it was not something considered 'advisable due to its long-term damages to the psyche'. Medicines made her testosterone react in the opposite fashion as expected, leading Emmalia to develop for a while an aggressive personality.
One that resulted in her brutally attacking a classmate that had tried to 'stop her from getting her boyfriend'. And while the therapy had ceased as proper doctors had given a different tale of what her previous therapist had put her through, Emmalia had been given 'proper help'.
The issue was that the damage was not one that had to be fixed physically, but mentally. Emmalia was given treatment for the medical issues, but her personality had already been changed in a way that made her 'dangerous' to people unaware of her antics.
She was keen to bouts of aggression, very predatorial when she found someone she liked and, through her journal, also very keen to develop the same issue as Toga- lovesickness.
The analysis I went through while she was unconscious gave me a few ideas on how to handle her. Murder was not an option, but neither was mere hypnotic suppression. The girl would just jump the bones of the next victim and there would be no fixing for that.
So, I decided to take a very curious middle ground that would give me the means to not only help her, but let her help me too. Not willingly at first, but hopefully, with time, with some understanding and genuine loyalty.
Which is why, when she woke up unbound and sitting right in the chair in front of me, I had no worry in my face as I finished reading some new business deals coming through the email account of my job.
"Good morning, Emmalia-san. I hope your sleep was devoid of nightmares."
She squinted her eyes, soon the Dhampir fully pulling out of her sleep-induced confusion.
"W-What? Where am I and- Hideki-kun?"
"That's Hideki-san to you, Emmalia-san. I have not given you permission to consider me as someone too intimate."
"Th-That's not-"
"I read your diary and I know your story, miss," I interjected, giving her a dull glance. "And I will tell you this- I am not a 'hot piece of ass to play sword-fighting with'."
Her jaw hit the floor and her face burned red at the shameless confession.
"I… I can explain."
"I don't need you to explain anything, nor do I care what you want to 'explain' about. You are a pervert, a deviant and someone with no moderation over their action. Correct?"
Her face morphed into one of unease. "...Maybe?"
"And yet you have also been struggling with this part of you as, from what I got from your medical record, you have been hooked to the wrong pills and turned into someone that has to act by instincts at times. Even when it isn't something a rational individual such as yourself would go for, correct?"
"...Yes," Emmalia admitted quietly.
"Which is why I am going to give you a new chance at life to fix yourself while also being useful to me. I would like for you to pay attention to the dog collar I put around your neck."
The blonde did and she reached for it but… couldn't find the strength to remove it. After a moment, her curious look turned into a panicking one.
"W-What's going on with it?"
"It's a magical tool. One used by deviants to train sluts into being accepting of their sexual natures," I explained flatly and got a stiff and shocked look out of Emmalia. "Of course, that's not the purpose for yours. I set it so that you are actually slowly given the means to retain greater control over your libido. All the while not doing anything to damage your body and mind in the process. It's going to be a long process, but the end results will be mutually pleasant."
"...Why?"
"You need to be more specific-"
"Why did you kidnap me and put me through this?" The blonde asked with a terrified tone. "A-Are you upset that I tried to get close to you? I could stop and- and not annoy you again?"
"Fuh, you're truly frustrating, Emmalia-san," I remarked with some irritation. "That wouldn't have stopped you from being a problem. And let's be honest here, you have a problem."
"...And?"
"And this will help you find your balance. It's not the fix, but it's a way to get yourself back on track without having to constantly hold back from having 'fun' with boys you find arousing," I answered without hesitation, but she sounded unconvinced.
"Then… Why do I have a boner right now?"
"Because you are at your limits and you need to discharge. The collar suppresses your extreme urges, but keeps those you need under check," I replied distractedly. "By the chair on your left, you should find a box with a tool you can use whenever you need to find release."
There was some moving and I heard the box being opened.
"...An onahole? Really?"
"Like the collar, this model is magically-enhanced to provide a proper sexual-relief service. The product was created with the idea of turning the toy into something of a semi-living item that will consume the user's seed to sustain itself. And it will be active until its 'On' button is active."
I expected more questions, but it didn't take long for the girl to just yeet any shame in doing this near me and just dropped her panties and… used the toy.
"W-WHAAA~ M-MY DICK~ IT'S- IT'S MELTING~!" Emmalia exclaimed hornily, hips slamming back and forth as she felt her length decimated by the excellent toy.
I had been wondering if that really worked as I bought it more as a torture tool than for my personal pleasure. The good ol' wanking system worked just fine for me, and toys never got my attention much.
However, I had to say that the toy's quality was undeniably high as it managed to milk Emmalia's cock dry in less than fifteen minutes.
"Oh Oh~," The young woman breathed heavily. "D-Did you see? I came so hard~!"
"Sorry, what?" I hummed as I glanced briefly at her, aiming at her face as I knew she still had her flaccid member out. "I was busy doing your homework for the week."
"...Were you?" She squeaked in surprise. "Wait, why did you do that?"
"Well, that's because you will have to work for me from now on, so you will be given the means to cut through some of the school-related issues while also be able to live here and in my manor."
"You have- wait, wait, wait," The blonde paused. "What kind of job?"
"Mostly 'fixing' things for people by allowing them to find themselves in the best spot to enjoy their sexual kinks. In a way, it's the same as setting up weddings, but it's more like sex and less pure."
Emmalia frowned. "That doesn't pay much."
"The Premium Videos I have recorded of those events and then posted online would say another thing."
"Ah… wait, are you Eroman-sama?!"
"...Yes?"
"No way! I am working with- I have fapped to many of your videos!"
…A fan? That's creepy and disturbing… which makes sense due to what kind of mind Emmalia has.
"Then it should be easy for you to understand that you will help in setting up the technical part of those."
"For real?! Do I also get to partake in the post-production orgies?"
I actually frowned at her for that. "That's not a thing."
Her mouth opened to reject it but then she saw how serious I was. "I heard a rumor- I thought that was a thing. You don't have sex after filming the videos?"
"I do not."
…
"Aww."
"I remind you that you have a reason to limit your debauchery, Emmalia-san."
"Yeah but… that sounded so cool… and I need to use the onahole again."
As I have previously stated, this path for Emmalia was going to be a long one for sure… but at least I could gauge her real value by the time I had her around for the first job.
AN
The Collar was wired so that many horny thoughts aimed at MC were killed off. Such as fapping at him at night or sniffing his used underwear in the bathroom. Still, Emmalia is a perverted Dhampir, she will find a way to go around that wall of limitations somehow.