06. Self-Inflicted (3)

“Huh? Wha-?”

Upon seeing the object Jane had brought, I could only repeat dumbfounded sounds.

A blunt-tipped glass syringe.

A bottle containing lubricating gel.

I felt a sense of foreboding at the sight of the syringe, large enough to easily hold a full liter of the expensive glass-contained substance.

No way…?

It couldn’t be…?

“Huh? Uhhh?”

“If you relax now, it’ll only get harder later, Lily. Stay still. It’s not like you can move anyway.”

Jane sucked up the liquid from the bottle into the syringe with a slurping sound.

My worst fear had become reality.

The suspicious pink liquid gradually filled the transparent cylinder.

Its sticky viscosity suggested it was indeed a gel.

Jane, after checking the now-heavy syringe, partially answered my unspoken question.

“It’s the lubricant gel I was developing before. Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous.”

“No… ugh, n-no, I don’t want this.”

Whether intentionally or not, Jane moved at an agonizingly slow pace.

With each of her movements, my body trembled like an aspen leaf.

“Let’s make a bet. A very simple one.”

“J-Jane.”

“I’m going to inject this lubricant into Lily’s backside now. Then, you just have to hold it in for exactly 30 minutes. Simple, right?”

“Ugh…”

“But there’s a condition. You absolutely mustn’t let any leak out. If even a single drop spills, I’ll give you a very, very severe punishment.”

Jane’s bet was a form of enema play.

A process of cleansing the unclean interior to remodel it into a plap-plap-ahhn-sex-ready hole.

My anal passage was practically a vestigial organ due to the curse engraved in my intestines.

Meaning there was no practical need to target it when the front hole existed.

Rather than unhygienic, this was clearly the worst kind of humiliation designed to shame me.

Wait, I have a front hole, don’t I?

Why focus on the other one?

“W-what if I say no?”

I admit my sins were great, but this is too much…

“Refusal isn’t an option. Didn’t I say? This is punishment. A lesson carved into your body so Lily won’t make mistakes again.”

More like trauma than a lesson.

Suddenly, all of Jane’s past actions flashed through my mind like a panorama.

Even when I squirmed and said no, she often sneakily touched my backside.

“Alright, brace yourself.”

Making it clear this wasn’t a request but a unilateral declaration, Jane immediately took action.

“Eek! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! So please stop!”

The cold glass touched my sensitive skin.

The blunt tip of the syringe slid in easily, aided by the thick, dripping gel.

“Eek! Stop!”

Jane slowly pressed the plunger.

I could clearly feel my insides gradually filling with the viscous liquid.

“Ugh, huuuh…”

Finally emptying the syringe, Jane placed an hourglass within my line of sight.

The falling sand seemed to mirror my crumbling sanity in real time.

“Huff, huff.”

“Thirty minutes, Lily.”

The unpleasant foreign sensation.

My bloated stomach.

The shameful gurgling sounds only heightened my humiliation.

Being small-framed, just one syringe’s worth made my belly slightly protrude.

The position was unbearably uncomfortable-if I relaxed even slightly, disaster seemed imminent.

I’m seriously going crazy.

***

More sand had fallen than before.

Five minutes? Ten?

Strangely, my head felt foggy.

“Haa… haa…”

Before I knew it, my breathing had grown ragged.

My visible skin was flushed red.

My usually hidden nipples had stiffened on their own, brushing against my nightgown.

“Nn, heek!”

This is weird.

My untouched entrance, covered only by thin paper, felt ticklish.

Especially my clitoris, where nerves concentrated, was more sensitive than before.

I’d already climaxed once, but after a short rest, my arousal had subsided.

So why does my body feel so hot now?

It’s hard to feel sexual excitement when my stomach is in agony.

I’m not some pervert who gets turned on by being tormented.

“W-wait, could it be?”

A sudden sense of dread made me look up.

Jane was covering her mouth with her hand.

No doubt hiding a sinister smile behind it.

A classic trope flashed through my mind.

That ominous-colored gel must contain an aphrodisiac.

And that aphrodisiac was now filling my stomach.

My whole body tingled, every hair standing on end.

The cool air brushing against me threatened to draw out moans with each breath.

“Ugh…”

What Jane wanted was simple, no doubt.

For me to beg her pathetically.

To weep and plead for her touch.

A button leading straight to a bad ending had been pressed regardless of my will.

“Hahk!”

Less than half the sand had fallen.

Yet sweat poured from my entire body as my heart pounded.

I wanted to masturbate, but my limbs were restrained.

Should I just give up?

A weak thought surfaced.

But instead of surrendering, I gritted my teeth.

I feared the aftermath of giving in, and I didn’t want Jane to see me in such a pathetic state.

I had to endure until all the sand fell and make it to the bathroom.

“Hngggh…”

I can do this… right?

***

“Huuuh…”

Enjoying the pitiful moans tickling her eardrums, Jane leisurely observed Lily.

Soft, dough-like buttocks.

The squirming pink folds between them.

The paper she’d applied earlier was now completely soaked through, clearly outlining the thick mound beneath.

But something else caught Jane’s attention.

“Hnggh…”

Lily’s face, contorted as she gritted her teeth in resistance.

Not an inch of her wasn’t flushed red from effort.

As Lily suspected, the gel injected into her rectum contained an aphrodisiac.

Specifically, sap from the plant-type monster Alraune.

A product Jane had been commissioned to develop but discontinued due to issues.

“Hahk!”

Lily writhed in discomfort.

Drool dripped unnoticed from her parted lips-a sight Jane found utterly adorable.

The problem with the aphrodisiac gel was its high absorption rate.

Even topical application caused significant arousal, as Jane had tested on herself.

And Jane had injected this gel into Lily.

Through her backside, no less.

Naturally, Lily absorbed far more of the aphrodisiac components much faster.

Isn’t this too much?

Jane posed the question to herself.

But she answered “No.”

Throughout their time together, Lily always said “no” with her mouth but clearly enjoyed being tormented.

Meaning she felt pleasure from it.

“Haaahhn!”

Even now, Lily trembled while wearing an obscenely lewd smile.

The fact she remained unaware of her own expression was unbearably cute.

“Is it hard? You can give up if it’s too much.”

Of course, there’d be consequences.

Even with that unspoken, Lily thrashed in refusal.

Jane sighed softly at the sight.

“Haa.”

How could anyone be this lovable?

She felt the urge to lick away the tears welling in Lily’s eyes.

But Jane suppressed the impulse, expending considerable willpower.

“Fifteen minutes left.”

Despite her ragged breathing, Lily was holding out surprisingly well.

Should I torment her further to disrupt her?

I never promised not to touch her, so it wouldn’t break the rules.

I want to see Lily pushed to her limit, finally breaking down.

I want to see her spill the gel in frustration and shame.

She’ll definitely cry.

Cry as beautifully as a nightingale.

The temptation whispered like a demon, tickling her desires.

Yet Jane resisted again.

It didn’t matter if Lily managed to hold on.

Jane never intended to let her use the bathroom anyway.

She wondered what face Lily would make when that moment came.

***

Jane wasn’t a good person.

No, she was downright terrible.

The worse part? She knew it herself.

“Wow.”

Jane uttered a flat exclamation.

She gazed at the hourglass where all the sand had fallen.

“Congratulations, Lily. You actually did it.”

“Huu… huu…”

Jane wiped Lily’s tear-and-snot-streaked face as she released the magic binding her.

“Hngk!”

With the magic restraining her limbs gone, Lily’s uncomfortably twisted posture relaxed.

But the sudden movement made her body tremble violently.

Desperately holding back the gel threatening to gush out, Lily steadied her breathing before pleading slowly.

“J-Jane. The bathroom.”

“Hmm?”

“Please… let me go to the bathroom.”

In her current state, walking to the bathroom was nearly impossible.

Knowing this, Jane slowly shook her head.

Instead, she smiled brightly like a blooming flower.

“No.”

“Huh?”

Despair and betrayal flooded Lily’s eyes instantly.

Yet she still hadn’t broken.

Jane lightly pressed her palm against Lily’s slightly swollen belly.

“-.”

***

Tears welled up, clouding the yellow diamond’s clarity.

Humiliation, shame, degradation, anger, devastation.

Every negative emotion overflowed with her tears.

Jane was satisfied.

Her greed to possess all of Lily’s emotions-both positive and negative-was slightly sated.

The buzzing womb in Lily’s belly was proof enough.

“Lily.”

“…”

“Maylily.”

Lily, who seemed reduced to white ashes after being burned out, didn’t respond.

But Jane reached for her cheek anyway.

“Have you reflected?”

Lily’s wandering eyes focused on Jane.

Then she asked her still-smiling tormentor:

“Why.”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”

A gloomy, viscous scream.

But Lily was left dumbfounded by Jane’s next words.

“Then why are you smiling, Lily?”

“What?”

Jane placed a small hand mirror in Lily’s palm-who knows when she’d retrieved it.

Lily stared at it as if entranced.

Just as Jane said, the girl in the mirror was crying buckets while smiling.

That smile was disturbingly obscene.