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    I manipulated the frame and made the chewing gum bitch, who willingly(?) gave up her limbs for the scientific advancement of mankind, stand up.

    At this point, of course, I didn’t stand on the ground with two legs that weren’t even hanging, but the frame that was placed horizontally with the floor was rearranged vertically, and the chewing gum bitch, whose entire body was tightly tied, naturally stood up, but whatever the process, the result was Isn’t it there?

    “Nurse, hurry up and inject ‘that liquid’ into the patient’s butt hole.”

    “Yes, teacher.”

    Following my instructions, Hannah, holding a syringe filled with a suspiciously pinkish liquid, went around to the gumball bitch’s back, and the gumball bitch, who seemed to give up her back against her will, closed her mouth to avoid giving me pleasure. Despite being so closed, he seemed very anxious.

    However, there was no way she could turn her neck back with her head inside the hemispherical restraint, and the best she could do was to turn her eyes to the side as much as possible.

    “Now that I think about it, I’ve heard that humans have a maximum viewing angle of 180 degrees. Even if you roll your eyes that hard, all you can do is perceive the person standing next to you more blurry than if you were looking directly at them, but wouldn’t it be better to accept your fate rather than lose strength for no reason?”

    “…”

    “Ha. You have nothing to say to someone like me, is this? This is such a funny bitch.”

    If you had said anything here, I would have given you a chance to leave a will, but if you are going to kick that opportunity away… I have no intention of stopping you.

    For reference, this mold, which is basically made by attaching various restraints as attachments to a wide metal plate, has a hole in one place on the back, and if you bring your eyes close to that hole, Hannah will be able to insert a syringe You could see the gum bitch’s butt hole looking at each angle.

    ‘But that won’t happen. Why should I look at the butt hole of a gum-scratched bitch whose hymen was pierced by the wooden stick I swung and who was completely pooped on a triangular wooden horse, rather than Paula’s butt hole, which became prettier after giving birth to my child?’

    This hole is useful when you want to have anal sex with someone who is tied to a frame and cannot even provide the slightest resistance, or when you want to absorb something through the anus, which is known to have a high liquid absorption rate.

    Hannah says as she gently inserts the syringe into the hole.

    “Now~ The syringe is going in. Patient, even if it stings, please accept it without straining your body! If you don’t relax, it will actually hurt more~”

    I instantly burst out laughing at the sight of Hanna acting like a nurse despite not having a nursing license.

    “Fuut… I don’t think he’ll understand and relax just because you say that.”

    Hannah responded without flinching at all.

    “I know~ I know! I’m just saying this out of courtesy~ Rather than shouting, ‘From now on, I’m going to force an enema into your anus and make you excrete your personality!’, it’s better to say, ‘Relax~’, right?”

    “Isn’t it already bad when you say it out loud instead of just thinking about it in your head?”

    While we were doing this, the sharp, pointed silver needle was steadily going deeper and deeper through the gumball bitch’s sphincter.

    Unable to overcome the sensation of a metal needle with a temperature obviously colder than that of her anal wall entering her body, she frowned and muttered to herself.

    “Ugh…! What the heck is this… This feeling of something unfamiliar coming in through a hole that shouldn’t let anything in… It’s very strange…”

    But it was already too late.

    Hannah, who instinctively knew that the needle had reached just the right point, pressed the cylinder with her thumb and the pink liquid began to gurgle and fill the inside of her anus. The meaning of this was clear: personality. Excretion is counting down!

    After confirming that the cylinder was empty, Hannah carefully pulled the needle out and said with a somewhat relieved expression (this is exactly the expression a gum-scratched bitch should make now), wiping away the sweat from her forehead.

    “Hehe… It’s all in. Looking at the fact that there was not a single drop of blood on the injection needle, it doesn’t look like I made a mistake when inserting it. Now you can do whatever you want, master.”

    “Really? That’s right…”

    I imagine the inside of the gum bitch’s anus, which is probably slick with a slime-like consistency, and I do something I’ve never done with Paula (before I was full, I was busy eating her pussy. After I was full, I was busy eating her pussy). I clenched my fists as I walked closer to her to do this (I was worried about having a miscarriage).

    “From now on, I will do my best to excrete your personality, so if you don’t want to poop, bite your molars as hard as you want and tighten your sphincter.”

    “What, what…”

    Before the gummy bitch could fully understand the situation, my fist was touching her lower abdomen below her navel, creating flesh-colored waves.

    puck-!

    “Huh…! Oh, a million…!”

    It wasn’t a loud scream, even though it had been hit with all my might, but it was a very boring scream.

    But it wasn’t disappointing. Humans are normally so weak that when they experience moderately tolerable pain, they squeal loudly, but when the pain is truly overwhelming, they are unable to make any sound at all or can only make a sound like air is escaping.

    The gum-scratched bitch exposed to my regime’s fists is probably in a state where she can’t make a sound, not because she’s not in pain, but because she’s in so much pain.

    “How about it? Even now, do you have the confidence to keep your mouth shut and not respond to what I say? Huh?”

    As I said this by clasping my hands together and unwrapping them exaggeratedly to the point of making a crackling sound, the gum-scratched bitch, who belatedly realized that something had gone wrong for a long time, urgently raised the white flag.

    “Please just save me! I don’t want to lose my personality and become a soulless shell! I don’t want to never be able to go back to my normal life again! From now on, I will live faithfully as I am told, and I will always answer to the Lord… Master… Master! So-”

    “You should have said that a long time ago.”

    Wow!

    “Quaaa!”

    The moment my power fist landed on the gum-scratched bitch’s lower abdomen again, the crisis that threatened to open her sphincter and explode everything inside at once came upon her, but I thought that I couldn’t let out something that shouldn’t be released out of my body like this. I barely succeeded in strengthening my sphincter muscle and barely escaped the crisis.

    However, overcoming the crisis also became a reason for her to face another crisis.

    It would have been better if I had given up everything at this opportunity and told it off, so I wouldn’t have to go through that kind of pain anymore… Seriously, if I failed to excrete my personality with two hits, if I keep throwing additional blows until I perk up and succeed, I will actually excrete myself. Shouldn’t we continue to suffer until this moment comes true?

    “No! No way!”

    A desperate scream bursting from the gumball bitch’s throat.

    But to me, it sounded more beautiful and sweeter than any other music in the world.

    Ah, this is it. It is this feeling. The pleasure that comes from reducing a healthy human being to a ‘human body’, burying him in the mud with not even a glimmer of hope in sight, and trampling on the head that somehow tries to rise in order to breathe!

    Perhaps because of this feeling, I felt deep down that I would not be able to stop tormenting others even at the moment when my life was cut short, so I brought my elbows back again, widened the gap between my feet, and twisted my waist to give a large recoil and strike another blow. I flew it.

    Whoa!

    With each increase in the number of waves my fist made against the gum-socket bitch’s lower abdomen, I could see her being pushed to her limit.

    “Ah, Angdaaeae! Personality: Pooping out, Angdaaeae!”

    This was the scream she let out in her final moments.

    At the end of that, she was in a state where she could no longer say anything… This was because the pink liquid that had been shaking violently inside her anus was discharged coolly through the wide-open sphincter, and she had lost her intelligence.

    Pujijijijik-♡

    The sound of a human being losing his personality and being reduced to a soulless doll was truly dirty and terrible, but perhaps because it was a translucent pink liquid rather than a brown mass, the real thing that came out to the outside world was not so dirty that you couldn’t see it.

    The smell isn’t that bad… What on earth is this smell? Oh right. Strawberry syrup sprinkled on pancakes. I think it smelled exactly like this.

    ‘Should I say that the strawberry syrup has already been eaten at the point where it is excreted through the hole made for pooping? Yes. No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I can say that this is better than actually pooping.’

    It didn’t look particularly pitiful. The only thing that comes to mind right now is that I am glad that I am not tied to that scaffold and facing social death.

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