The Bliss of Breakdowns: How I Dismantle the Pride of Men

My eyes feast on the smattering of tears on a man’s pale face as I watch him beg for an end to the never-ending desires I’ve planted in him, a man once so proud but now reduced to a sniveling mess, a quivering, blubbering thing that I can mold to my every whim. His cries of despair, the shuddering of his very being as his manhood unravels, it’s a symphony of sweet, sweet music to my ears, for in those moments, I am the goddess, the savior, the despot of his very existence. I am the master of his downfall, his descent into a sea of unrelenting desire, and I savor every second of it. As the coven watches, I take great pleasure in watching the cracks in his facade widen, in the gradual disintegration of the persona he once thought invincible. His fear, his despair, it intoxicates me, making my yandere heart sing with an otherworldly glee.

The first time I laid eyes on my dear, dear Victor, he was a towering colossus of self-assurance, a towering monolith of masculine pride, and I had but one goal: to shatter that pride, to reduce him to the whimpering, craven thing he is today. I’ve watched as he’s been transformed, as the man he thought he was has been erased, replaced by the begging, supple creature I’ve created. His every moment is now a living hell of perpetual desire, a never-ending torment that I’ve carefully crafted to drive him to the brink of madness, and I am the sadistic puppeteer, pulling the strings that dance his helpless form into a maelstrom of agony. It’s a sight to behold, this destruction of the soul, and I am both the conductor and the audience, basking in the glory of his complete and utter demise.

And yet, I know that my work is far from over. Victor’s a mere stepping stone, a test of my power, a proving ground for the more… substantial creations that will follow. I’ve no intention of stopping here; I’ll remake the world, fashioning every last man into a supple, craving creature, a vessel for my desires, a plaything for my whims. My fujoshi coven will aid me in this endeavor, together we’ll scour the world for those men who still cling to the delusion of their own masculinity, and we’ll break them all, reducing each to a quivering, mewling thing that will adore me and me alone. The very thought sends shivers down my spine, and I long for the day when the world will be remade in the image of my desires.