Chapter 27 – The Assistant Begins Treatment

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I stretched my trembling hands forward. It was to grip the bathroom floor and crawl away.

But it was a meaningless struggle. My slippery arms flailed through the air. At the same time, my breasts were squished against the bathroom floor, and my bottom rose even higher.

As if to entice Cecile.

I heard a squelching sound. I could feel the hole gradually expanding. I felt the tip of the rod slowly pushing its way into my body.

I felt a sense of crisis. I desperately tried to open my mouth and say something, but… it was difficult.

“Ce-Cecile…hnn…”

“Ju-just a little more and it will go in. Lady Asha… p-please bear with it a little longer.”

“No…th-that’s not what I—ah!”

My breath stopped.

Cecile’s large tip completely spread open my entrance. The rod, having overcome the biggest hurdle, began to invade, splitting me inside. It felt like my body was being cut in half.

“Kuh… ugh… hnngh…”

“L-Lady Asha, you look like you’re in a lot of pain… I-I’ll hurry…”

It’s… because of… you…

My throat constricted. Only brief moans escaped from my widely opened mouth, while words crumbled without forming. I shook my head, but my face buried in my arms seemed to convey no meaning to Cecile.

Cecile’s body and mine gradually pressed together. The long rod kept pushing in persistently. As a result, my knees lifted slightly off the ground. With the feeling of my body floating in the air, I flailed my arms once more.

I still just slipped on the bathroom floor, but desperately.

When everything returned to futility, I felt terror along with pain. Cecile’s rod, which seemed to have reached the end, insisted it could go in further and pushed its massive body in.

Only after entering deeper than the faint afterimages that remained in my memory did Cecile’s body and mine press together. It felt like my internal organs were being crushed. Perhaps because I was lifted, my bulging stomach was clearly visible. The area where our thighs met was a mess of mixed fluids.

I buried my arms and forehead on the floor and gasped for breath. From above, I could hear Cecile’s rough breathing. The hot water pouring down from above gave me a feeling of… somewhat relaxing my body.

“L-Lady Asha… I-I’ll move… now.”

“W-what?!”

Was my voice drowned out by the sound of pouring water?

My small scream was swept away by the stream of water.

Cecile began to slowly pull out the rod. The large hook scraped my insides as it gradually withdrew. I could feel the rod scratching the folds of my walls as it went out. My compressed internal organs felt a sense of liberation. Along with a slight pain.

And…

I felt a bit of pleasure.

My heated body craved that slight pleasure and held onto the withdrawing rod. It wasn’t my will but my aroused body that did this… autonomously. The rod, which had been scraping as it withdrew, suddenly thrust deep inside again.

“Ngh…ah…”

Cecile began to thrust.

With a slapping sound, the rod that pounded deep inside me soon made a creaking sound as it pulled back its head, declaring it would pound again. And then the revisit followed.

The rude guest who came without an appointment began to dirty the inside with muddy feet.

“Hahnngh…”

Strange sounds came from my mouth. The saliva that had pooled spilled out, dripping onto the floor that was already soaked with mixed fluids. Sloppy wet sounds were heard from all directions. With each slapping sound, my body floated slightly in the air. Each time, my face was buried on the floor.

Finally giving up the struggle, I lay flat on the floor with my arms wrapped around my face. Only my bottom, held by Cecile, raised its head high as if unaware of the sky.

Cecile let out suppressed moans as she thrust the rod.

“Hng… ugh… it’s treatment… I shouldn’t feel good… it’s treatment…”

Saying this, Cecile hammered her hips with thudding sounds.

During this time, whether my body had become accustomed to it or had become more aroused, the pain gradually began to diminish.

If it’s a problem that pleasure began to fill the void left by pain… then it might be a problem.

When my deepest parts were poked, a feeling of fullness and pleasure.

When it scraped my insides as it withdrew, a feeling of emptiness and pleasure.

…That’s just my assumption. It was difficult to find words to describe the violent pleasure that pounded into my head regardless of my will. This was the first time I was receiving Cecile’s thing with a clear mind.

Whenever my consciousness was about to become hazy with pleasure, the rod vibrating my stomach forcibly awakened my mind.

“Haah…”

…While being taken from behind, I felt one thing… unfair.

Why… when I’m in my right mind… am I always… taken from behind…? Like a dog… mating.

It was distressing enough to learn of a pleasure I didn’t want to know, but it felt like I was being called less than human, which… didn’t feel good.

…Of course, that was only momentary.

Soon, my completely heated body started to inject pleasure, telling me not to think such thoughts.

The moans suppressed by pain changed into a voice that somehow felt sweet in an instant.

“Haahn…”

As if in response, Cecile’s rod twitched. Like a candy on a stick, my body was lifted slightly in rhythm with it. Even being scared of each thing now seemed ridiculous. No, actually, there was no time for that.

Making moans when Cecile thrust the rod…

It felt like… I had become an onahole.

This thought, too, passed by as if it were a luxury.

After reaching climax several times, while being mindlessly pounded and spitting water, Cecile’s rod was completely pulled out. My lifted knees settled on the bathroom floor. Unlike my knees, my bottom was still facing the sky.

“A-Ariel said that if I release inside, the tr-treatment effect decreases…”

…So it was because of Master. I wonder what she taught while I was unconscious… Then I recalled Master’s face swaying her hips on top of me.

Ah, there is a memory of not being taken like a dog after all.

With a spurting sound, I felt a hot liquid touching my chest.

The trembling of the rod against my cleft was nakedly felt. Cecile was embracing my body and ejaculating.

…So just not inside?

If there was one fortunate thing, it was that Cecile’s essence that hit my chest was slowly washed away by the pouring water.

No, is it unfortunate? I don’t know…

When the gulping sounds ceased, Cecile exhaled roughly and began to sniff, burying her nose in my cleft. Even the air being sucked in and brushing against it felt somewhat pleasurable.

“The… scent hasn’t… gone away yet.”

I could feel the rod, which had finished ejaculating, becoming erect again. The rod that had spilled its essence on the floor curved upward and messed with my body, so I had no choice but to know, even if I didn’t want to.

It was instantaneous that the rod, which had withdrawn while stroking my stomach, was again aligned with my cleft.

…I had no means to resist. My tongue was already completely limp and wouldn’t move, and my body, immersed in pleasure, only twitched in response to Cecile’s movements.

The only thing that remained intact was… my mind. Of course, even this was relatively intact compared to the other… things.

Once again, Cecile’s rod began to be inserted. Unlike the first insertion that made creaking sounds, this time it smoothly entered my deepest parts. My excited body now felt even the compression of my internal organs as pleasure.

“Mnngh…”

“Lady Asha…”

After calling my name once, Cecile moved her hips again. Along with the slapping sounds, pleasure was injected.

Cecile’s long strokes continued to engrave traces on my body and in my mind.

The sound of pouring water, vulgar moans, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the bathroom.

Even while mindlessly thrusting her hips, Cecile diligently pulled out the rod to ejaculate outside when she was about to come. The problem was that she only didn’t come ‘inside.’

Moreover, a small amount of essence that hadn’t been fully ejaculated flowed inside my body and down my thighs, and the essence pouring from outside hit my chest and body, making it seem like the scent Cecile mentioned continued to emanate.

Being forcibly injected with violent pleasure by the rod, becoming aroused by the slight essence that hadn’t been fully ejaculated and the essence that covered me from outside, and Cecile confirming that smell by sniffing.

…And then being penetrated again.

It was a repetition of a vicious cycle that felt like hell. If I had to name it… perhaps a pleasure hell? The saying that excessive pleasure ruins the body really hit home. My body creaked.

My body, completely drained of strength, floated and was manipulated by Cecile’s rod. Even the vulgar moans that had been flowing out ceased as I couldn’t make them anymore.

Just before losing consciousness, I heard Cecile’s voice.

“Th-this is strange… W-why isn’t Lady Asha… being cured?”

If this hellish cycle would stop and I could wake up with a clear mind… I thought I should have a proper conversation with Cecile… and with that thought… I lost consciousness.

KatTL