I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

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[WhatShouldIWrite■ << If this guy’s tone pisses you off, upvote lol][8]

Let me start with the upvote ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

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[Author: WhatShouldIWrite■]

[What is this place?][0]

What purpose does this magic—or no, this phenomenon—serve? How did it bypass my protective barriers and appear here? If the owner of this place is watching, show yourself and answer me immediately.

JustSayNiceThings■: Upvote ㅋㅋ That whole ‘pussy’ talk is gross as hell ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

WhatShouldIWrite■: Could this be directed at me? Why would you say something like that? What did I do wrong?

ㄴJustSayNiceThings■: Wow, I’ve never heard anyone talk this gross in my life ㅋㅋㅋ If you don’t want to die, use normal gallery slang.

WhatShouldIWrite■: Why are you being so rude? Isn’t your name JustSayNiceThings? ...And what do you mean by 'gallery slang'?

ㄴJustSayNiceThings■: Damn... Seriously, your whole concept is fucked. If it’s not a concept, go bash your head into a wall and die ㅇㅇ Even if it’s a concept, die.

WhatShouldIWrite■: This is all incomprehensible nonsense...

‘…I trusted you, Elfrida!!’

Thanks to Elfrida, one of the top three troublemakers in the gallery, stirring up trouble under an anonymous account, I was finally able to click on Valentine’s nickname.

[WhatShouldIWrite■] = [Valentine Mapleflower] [0 posts, 3 comments]

[Search Posts] [Go to Gallog] [Block]

‘No posts, huh? So, it seems the first one she wrote was deleted. And with only three comments, this is all there is… Tch, disappointing.’

Contrary to my expectations, it seemed that Valentine didn’t use the gallery much.

At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind.

‘Wait a minute… could it be?’

[This is WhatShouldIWrite■’s Gallog.]

When I had conquered Laplace, it wasn’t her posts that mattered but the secret entries in her guestbook.

Of course, I wasn’t planning on ‘conquering’ Valentine at the moment, but as a gallery administrator, it wouldn’t hurt to check out the Gallbugs’ guestbooks, right?

Click-!

[WhatShouldIWrite■’s Guestbook]

WhatShouldIWrite■: For experimentation – Secret Entry (28 days ago)

“…Found it!”

Just as I hoped, the guestbook was filled with secret entries, making me smile.

WhatShouldIWrite■: I know very well that writing something like this carries considerable risk. But if I don’t get these feelings out somewhere, I think I’ll go insane. The fact that I remembered this gallery, which I logged into just once, feels like a stroke of luck. If Terrace were to read this diary entry, I would... (excerpt)

The sex with Ian was incredible. Compared to it, the sex with Terrace felt like child’s play... – Secret Entry (28 days ago)

WhatShouldIWrite■: Today, for the first time in a while, I was intimate with Terrace. It was supposed to be a happy experience, but... I felt nothing. Not happiness, but even a slight disgust. I was disgusted with myself for feeling this way. – Secret Entry (24 days ago)

WhatShouldIWrite■: The reflection in the mirror looks unfamiliar. I thought I had carried myself honorably as a princess of the empire, but now... I’m nothing more than a female in heat. – Secret Entry (22 days ago)

WhatShouldIWrite■: Before meeting Ian, I sincerely begged Terrace. I asked him to stop, even now... And if that wasn’t possible, I pleaded with him to at least stop midway today... because I didn’t know what would happen to me otherwise. But in the end, Terrace didn’t stop. Why? Does Terrace truly want me to give everything to Ian? Or did he think my pleas were part of the play? I don’t know anymore. – Secret Entry (7 days ago)

WhatShouldIWrite■: I’m broken. – Secret Entry (4 days ago)

WhatShouldIWrite■: I can’t take it anymore. Pussy... no, I am broken. Even while performing official duties, I can only think of Lord Ian. My mind is consumed with the joy of fawning over his cock and being dominated by a male. The moment to stop has long passed. I can no longer escape from Ian. My relationship with Lord Ian has become a part of my life. – Secret Entry (3 days ago)

WhatShouldIWrite■: I must deal with it. I absolutely must... deal with Lord Ian. Only then can I return to being Valentine Mapleflower. In order to exist as myself... I must deal with Lord Ian. – Secret Entry (1 day ago)

“…Huh?”

At first, I thought this was just a netorase (cuckolding) play, but the serious tone of the entries left me dumbfounded.

I was surprised, but it was the last entry that truly shocked me.

[Deal with Lord Ian.]

“No!! Why?! I did everything you asked!!”

I followed everything in the contract, used condoms until the end, and didn’t even kiss her.

I even followed all the play instructions written on the notes the maid handed me each time. And most importantly, I managed to elevate ‘Master’ to an unquestionable first place in her kinks.

But now, suddenly…

“Ah… Could it be…?”

I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead.

It seemed that the ‘Master’ listed in Valentine’s kink profile wasn’t Terrace but me.

“This is too much…”

No matter how perceptive I was, how could I have known that when ‘Master’ was clearly written in the profile of a married woman, it referred to me and not her husband?

Moreover, the ‘Master’ ranking had increased when she was with Terrace, not me.

‘Where did this go wrong? More importantly… how do I survive this?’

How could I avoid being ‘dealt with’ by the royal family and escape unscathed?

‘I can’t do this alone. I need to contact someone for help… but who?’

Evelyn was out of the question.

If she knew my life was in danger, she would storm the royal palace without hesitation, but that would cause massive damage to the Marigold family.

For the same reason, Helen was also not an option.

‘Then, what about Elfrida?’

When it came to sheer strength, Elfrida was the strongest person I knew.

However, after some thought, I realized she was probably even more dangerous than Evelyn or Helen. Having a genius elemental master girl-high elf capable of commanding the four supreme spirits storm the imperial palace to rescue me? That could spark an all-out war between humans and elves.

‘Laplace is… definitely a no-go.’

Laplace could be helpful, but what kind of ruler asked their onahole for help?

It would be risky, and asking for help could damage the ‘true trust’ we had worked so hard to build.

‘Then, what about Yuris?’

Yuris might be the best option.

As a saintess candidate, she should have enough authority to conduct services even within the imperial palace.

If I could discreetly call on her, escaping together might be possible.

‘Yes, don’t panic. As long as Lady Yuris arrives, escaping won’t be a problem!’

Currently, the power balance between the royal family and the church was close to equal.

Strictly speaking, the church held more power, influencing not just the empire but the entire continent. However, while the church was divided into multiple factions, the royal family was united, keeping the balance of power.

As a result, both sides tended to respect and accommodate each other as much as possible.

‘Even with strict palace inspections, they wouldn’t dare search the future saintess’s carriage… If I succeed in escaping, I’ll stick close to Elfrida for a while.’

I was convinced I could resolve the situation peacefully if I just held out until the weekend when the next service would take place.

Yes…

That was my plan.

Until Valentine posted a new entry.

WhatShouldIWrite■: This is the last time. Fortunately, today is the safest day. So, today, I’ll finally be able to fully engrave everything about Lord Ian onto my body without the thin barrier. ...After I’ve accepted all of Lord Ian’s seed into my womb, I will deal with him. I know I’ll regret this decision. No matter how hard I search the world, I’ll never find a male like Lord Ian again. I’ll spend the rest of my life tormented and saddened by unquenchable lust. But I must do it. For the peace of the empire. I am not destined to live as just a female. – Secret Entry (just now)

“….”

It was true that I loved sex.

If I had never experienced it, maybe I wouldn’t care. But after having it, there’s no way I could return to a life without sex.

But I was no praying mantis, and risking my life over one ‘no-condom internal ejaculation’ was out of the question.

“First, I need to get out of this room and…”

Knock-knock

“Lord Ian. I’ve come to escort you.”

“…!!”

It seemed they weren’t even giving me time to escape. The voice of the freckled maid already echoed from outside the door.

I briefly considered jumping out the window, but if Valentine had resolved to deal with me, wandering around the palace carelessly could get me killed on the spot.

There was only one way I could survive now.

“…You made your choice, Valentine.”

I never once thought of making Valentine mine.

Of course, there were times during our play when I desired her since she was such an attractive woman.

But she was a married woman, happily wed to a man she loved.

Even if I was trash, I wasn’t about to destroy her family just to have her.

However…

‘Now that it’s come to this, I’ll break Valentine more thoroughly than I did Laplace!’