04. Examination (1)

What defines the entity called ‘me’ is memory.

At least, that’s what I think.

But ironically, my own memories are incomplete.

The memories from my previous life as a 26-year-old man remain only as fragmented pieces.

The memories of this 20-year-old half-blood girl’s body retain only fragments of language and writing.

I’ve barely maintained my sense of ‘self’ by relying on the few scattered memories that occasionally surface from my past life.

And then Jane told me:

‘So Lily is my Maylily. Don’t forget that.’

‘Never deny it again.’

Thanks to her firm, unwavering warning, I was able to define myself.

Just a half-blood with unusual memories.

I became Lily.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I immediately accepted that I had become female.

It just means I became ready to accept it.

Nor have I abandoned my past life’s memories.

I still try to recall memories of that place I can never return to.

Following Jane’s advice, I created a memory notebook.

For jotting down sudden flashes of the past.

“Ugh…”

Jane is clearly reading some difficult book.

I’m struggling with my memory notebook beside her.

It feels like something’s about to come to me…

“Grr…”

As I’m racking my brain trying to remember, Jane taps my shoulder.

Without thinking, I turn my head toward her.

“Huh? Mmmph!”

Suddenly, Master’s distinctive refreshing scent fills my nose at close range.

Too late, I register the warm breath and the soft sensation of lips against mine.

-Smooch

After lightly tracing my mouth with her tongue, Jane asks:

“Stomach hurt? Need to poop?”

“Hah…”

Jane casually drops vulgar words with her transcendent beauty.

I sigh at her words, then notice something odd.

“Huh?”

Have I ever had a proper bowel movement since waking in this world?

The fragmented memories are from my past life, not this one.

And my mind holds no recollection of relieving myself.

“Gasp!”

If one of the basic functions – eating, sleeping, excreting – isn’t working properly, there must be something wrong with my body.

Yet I’ve been perfectly fine for nearly a month.

Noticing my silence, Jane tilts her head and asks:

“What’s wrong? Are you really not feeling well?”

I tell her what I just realized.

“What?”

Her already pale face turns even whiter as she immediately places a hand on my stomach.

“Huuuurgh…”

An involuntary sound escapes me along with an eerie sensation.

Something strange seems to be licking inside my belly.

Is this magic power?

“Strange… It’s not constipation…”

Jane’s expression is peculiar as she removes her hand.

Could something really be wrong?

“M-Master, how long do I have?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Am I dying of some disease?”

“Doesn’t seem like it. Everything else is fine. No special symptoms.”

Jane frowns and bites her lip.

“Your intestines aren’t stopped or blocked. But the area near the large intestine is completely empty.”

“Isn’t that bad?”

“That’s why it’s strange. I think I sense some odd energy too.”

While Jane’s face grows serious, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whew… At least I’m not dying.”

“Can’t say for sure.”

“Huh?”

Jane shakes her head as if to say don’t jump to conclusions.

“This isn’t working. Let’s do an examination.”

Her words make me curious.

“What about seeing a doctor? They might know about these symptoms.”

“Hmm… Probably not the best choice.”

Cupping my cheeks with both hands, she says:

“No doctor nearby could examine these symptoms. Even if they knew, they’d just draw blood.”

“Ah.”

I nod at Master’s words.

Modern medicine is built upon accumulated scientific knowledge.

But the technological level of this world, excluding magic, doesn’t seem particularly advanced.

Jane Bathory sitting before me represents the pinnacle of magical development.

There’s nothing she can’t solve.

Closing my eyes slightly to feel Jane’s warmth, I ask:

“How will the examination work?”

“Using specially made examination tentacles to directly inspect your insides.”

Excuse me?

“Pardon?”

“I’ll insert tentacles into Lily’s butt to see for myself.”

“Liar!”

I unintentionally raise my voice at Jane.

“Stop joking!”

Cold sweat pours down my spine like a waterfall.

Why poke a perfectly good butthole?

Unlike my panic, Jane seems serious.

“Maybe starting with the butt is too much before even taking your virginity?”

“That’s not the issue!”

“If you’re worried about pain, don’t be. We have plenty of lubricant.”

Of course you do!

This is an adult shop!

Your second best-selling product!

Jane seems to have already decided to open my backdoor.

I immediately shake off her hands holding my cheeks and leap from the chair.

-Jingle

“Gah!”

Of course, my escape attempt is thwarted before I can even fully open the shop door.

Caught by some invisible force, I’m gently pulled back by the waist.

“No! No! Someone help!”

“Hmm, I like your energetic spirit.”

“Let go, Jane! How could you do this to me, Master!”

“Need to check if there’s anything wrong with your body.”

Jane moves with calm words and warm eyes.

Floating midair, I scream:

“How! How! Master! Hey! Waaah!”

***

Jane’s laboratory is beneath the Fairy’s Playground.

Normally off-limits due to dangerous items, today I get a tour.

“Mmph! Ugh!”

Not that I’m in any state to sightsee.

If I were, that’d be strange.

Magic prevents me from moving my limbs.

Plus I’m lying face down on the bed, frog-style with just my butt sticking up.

Humiliating.

My bare lower half feels chilly.

I expected to show Jane someday.

But never imagined exposing my private parts like this.

“Hmm… Hmm.”

After struggling awhile, I exhaust myself and stop squirming.

Jane gently strokes my head.

“Sorry.”

“Sniff…”

I know the truth.

Jane agonized over this method too, and it’s for my examination.

But I can’t help feeling repulsed.

“I’ll undo the mouth binding. Sorry.”

With my jaw freed, I mumble into the soft bed:

“It can’t be helped. You’re doing this for me.”

The hand stroking my head tugs my earlobe gently.

I start self-hypnosis:

This is a colonoscopy.

This is a colonoscopy.

Jane returns after washing her hands and asks:

“Want to see what we’re examining with?”

“…Yes.”

The plain-looking, limp tentacle has small beads embedded where a head might be.

Much thinner than I imagined – like a real endoscope.

“A chimera I developed myself.”

No wonder she wanted to show it.

Master does love showing off.

“You studied life sciences too?”

“Yes, though scholars rejected my papers.”

“Eek!”

Jane answers casually while sneakily applying something cold to my butt.

Definitely lubricant.

“Gah!”

Something probes my former exit.

“Hiii…”

The wriggling sensation creates an eerie discomfort.

The examination begins.

***

“Examination complete.”

The tentacle that had been stirring inside slides out smoothly.

Jane speaks slightly more brightly than before:

“There are magic inscriptions on your organs. One increases absorption efficiency, another maintains organ function.”

She continues with relief:

“It means Lily can live without excretion. The danger was during inscription, not after – it doesn’t affect health.”

Unusually chatty in a high tone.

But I don’t respond.

“Sniff…”

“Lily? Crying?”

“Waaah…”

Screw living without excretion.

My butt got penetrated…

Fuck…

I swallow the curse.

But overflowing sorrow becomes tears.

“Waaaaah!”

Master examined me out of concern.

Did her best, confirmed I’m healthy.

I try to stop crying but can’t.

“No, hieee…”

Jane releases the magic and embraces me.

I bury my face in her chest.

“At least you’re not in pain.”

Jane gently pats my back.

I gradually calm down.

“Done crying?”

A soft giggle tickles my ear.

“Sniff.”

I wipe my nose and sneak a hand onto Jane’s chest.

“Hmm~.”

Jane makes a strange noise and kisses my forehead.

The hand rubbing my back slowly descends.

“Eep!”

A naughty hand strokes my bare butt.

Ah, I started it.

Our eyes meet, so I close mine.

-Smooch

Slow kisses as Jane massages my butt.

Her fingers touch me suggestively.

“Tsk… Haah, that’s dirty.”

At my protest, Jane shakes her head.

“Clean. I could lick it right now.”

“Eww… I don’t want that.”

Shivering in refusal, Jane mercifully retreats.

Or so I thought.

“Eek! Waaah!”

An unfamiliar sensation makes me jump.

Jane touches my soft vulva and whispers:

“Seems you’ve never touched here?”

“Eww…”

“Masturbated?”

I shake my head vigorously.

“Don’t know how.”

For some reason, Jane looks delighted.

She firmly rejects my rejection:

“I’ll teach you how.”

“Huh?”

Suddenly I’m receiving masturbation lessons from Master Jane Bathory.

She skips theory and jumps straight to practice…