The Assistant Begins Treatment

I stretched my trembling hands forward. It was to brace myself on the bathroom floor and crawl.

But it was a meaningless struggle. My slipping arms flailed in the air. At the same time, my breasts were crushed against the bathroom floor, and my buttocks rose even higher.

As if to tempt Cecil.

I heard a *jjeugeok* sound. I felt my hole slowly expanding. I felt the tip of the rod slowly pushing into my body.

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

“Ce, Ceciil…il….”

“J-just a little more and it should go in. Asha-nim… P-please bear with it a little longer.”

“Nooo… Th-that’s not it- *huk*!”

My breath hitched.

Cecil’s large tip completely forced open my entrance. The rod, having overcome the biggest hurdle, began to split me open and invade my insides. It felt as if my body was being torn in half.

“Keok… ugh… heu-euk….”

“A-Asha-nim, you seem to be in a lot of pain… Q-quickly….”

It’s, it’s because of… you….

My throat was completely choked. Only sporadic moans escaped my wide-open mouth; words couldn’t form and shattered. I shook my head, but my face, buried in my arms, seemed to convey no meaning to Cecil.

Cecil’s body and mine gradually pressed closer. The long rod kept pushing in, bit by bit. My knees lifted slightly from the ground. Feeling my body float a little, I flailed my arms once more.

Still, I only slipped on the bathroom floor. Desperately.

As everything came to naught, I felt fear along with the pain. Cecil’s rod, which had seemed to reach its end, asserted that it could go even deeper, pushing its enormous mass further in.

Only after it penetrated even deeper than the faint afterimage remaining in my memory did Cecil’s body and mine press together. I felt my internal organs being crushed. Perhaps because I was lifted… my bulging belly was clearly visible. My thighs and the area around them, pressed together, were a mess of mixed fluids.

I buried my arms and forehead into the floor, gasping for breath. From above, I heard Cecil’s ragged breathing. I felt as if the hot water pouring down from above was loosening my body, if only a little.

“A-Asha-nim… I-I’ll start… moving now.”

“Bu, But stooop!?”

Was my voice drowned out by the *sswaaa* of the pouring water?

My small shriek was thus swept away by the stream of water.

Cecil slowly began to withdraw the rod. The large hook scraped my insides as it gradually pulled out. I felt the rod scraping against my vaginal folds as it exited. My crushed internal organs then felt a sense of liberation. A faint pain accompanied it.

And then….

I felt a slight pleasure.

My heated body craved that faint pleasure, gripping the withdrawing rod. It wasn’t my will, but my body, in heat, that acted on its own… just like that. The rod, which had been scraping out with a *kkudeuk kkudeuk* sound, suddenly thrust deep inside again.

“Kkeu… huk….”

Cecil began to piston.

With a *chalssak*! sound, the rod that had pounded deep inside me soon made a *ppudeudeuk* sound, signaling its return as it pulled its head out. And then, the subsequent re-entry.

The rude guest who arrived without an invitation began to defile my insides with muddy feet.

“Hageueuk….”

A strange sound escaped my mouth. Saliva, pooled abundantly, splattered, dripping onto the floor, which was already wet with mixed fluids around my mouth. Water sounds echoed from all directions. Each time I heard a *chalssak, chalssak* sound, my body floated slightly in the air. Each time, my face was driven into the floor.

Eventually, I gave up struggling and lay flat on the floor, covering my face with my arms. Only my buttocks, held by Cecil, remained thrust high, as if unaware of the sky’s height.

Cecil shoved the rod in, letting out a suppressed groan.

“Huk… ugh… It’s a treatment… Cecil shouldn’t be enjoying this… It’s a treatment….”

Saying so, Cecil thrust his hips with a *kung, kung*.

Meanwhile, whether my body had grown accustomed to it or had become even more aroused, the pain gradually began to lessen.

The problem, if there was one, was that pleasure began to fill the void left by the pain… but it was a problem nonetheless.

When poked deep inside, I felt pleasure along with a sense of fulfillment as my body was filled.

When it scraped out, I felt emptiness as my insides emptied, and pleasure.

…I could only surmise. It was difficult to find words to describe the violent pleasure that was hammered into my mind, regardless of my will. This was the first time I was receiving Cecil’s thing while fully conscious.

Whenever my consciousness began to blur, intoxicated by pleasure, my mind was forcibly awakened by the rod reverberating within my belly.

“Haa-euh….”

…As I was being penetrated from behind, one thought… a feeling of unfairness, came to me.

Why is it that… whenever I’m conscious… I’m always… penetrated from behind…? Just like… dogs mating.

It was already heartbreaking enough to learn about a pleasure I didn’t want to know, but it felt as if it was telling me I was less than human, and my mood… was not good.

…Of course, that was only for a moment.

Soon, my completely heated body began to shove pleasure into me, as if telling me not to think such thoughts.

The moans, suppressed by pain, transformed into a somewhat sweet-sounding voice in an instant.

“Ha-eung….”

In response, Cecil’s rod *kkeol-tteok-georyeotda*. My body was slightly lifted in sync, like a candy skewered on a stick. Now, being afraid of every little thing felt ridiculous. No, in fact, there was no time for that.

Just letting out moans when Cecil shoved the rod in….

It felt as if I had become an Onahole.

This thought, too, flowed away as if it were a luxury.

How many climaxes had I reached? While being mindlessly penetrated and spurting fluid, Cecil’s rod was completely pulled out. My lifted knees landed on the bathroom floor. Unlike my knees, my buttocks were still facing the sky.

“Ah, Ariel-nim said that if I *ejaculate* inside, the tr-treatment effect would decrease….”

…It was Master-nim… because of her. What did she teach him while I was unconscious…? Then, Master-nim’s face, swaying her hips above me, came to mind.

Ah, so there *are* memories of not being penetrated like a dog.

With a *byureut* sound, I felt hot fluid touch my chest.

The trembling of the rod, pressed against my crevice, was vividly felt. Cecil was holding my body and ejaculating.

…So it was just about not *ejaculating* inside?

The fortunate thing, at least, was that Cecil’s semen, which had hit my chest, was slowly washed away by the pouring water.

No, perhaps it was misfortune? I don’t know….

When the *kkullong-georineun* sound ceased, Cecil let out a ragged breath, then buried his nose in my crevice and began to sniff. Even the air being sucked in and brushing against me felt somewhat pleasurable.

“The… scent hasn’t faded… yet.”

I felt the rod, having finished its ejaculation, become stiffly erect once more. The rod, which had spilled its semen onto the floor, curved upwards and toyed with my body, so I couldn’t help but know, even if I didn’t want to.

The rod, which had swept across my belly and withdrawn, was instantly aligned with my crevice again.

…I had no means to resist it. My tongue was already completely loose and unmoving, and my body, submerged in pleasure, merely twitched with Cecil’s movements.

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

Once again, Cecil’s rod began to insert itself. Unlike the first insertion, which made a *ppudeudeuk* sound, this time it slid smoothly deep inside me. My aroused body now felt even the crushing of my internal organs as pleasure.

“Eueung….”

“Asha-nim….”

Cecil, having called my name once, moved his hips again. Pleasure was injected with *pang, pang chalssak* sounds.

Cecil’s long strokes continued to carve their marks into my body, into my mind.

The sound of pouring water, vulgar moans, and flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the bathroom.

Even as Cecil mindlessly thrust his hips, he faithfully pulled out the rod to ejaculate outside when he came. The problem was that he only avoided *ejaculating* ‘inside’.

Furthermore, a small amount of semen that hadn’t been fully ejaculated flowed inside my body and down my thighs, and the semen pouring from outside hit my chest and body, making it seem as if the scent Cecil spoke of lingered continuously.

Violent pleasure was injected by the rod, I was driven into heat by the small amount of semen that hadn’t been fully ejaculated and the semen assaulting me from outside, and Cecil sniffed to confirm that scent.

…And then, re-inserted again.

It was a repetition of a vicious cycle that felt like hell. If I had to give it a name… perhaps Pleasure Hell. The saying that excessive pleasure ruins the body resonated deeply. My body creaked.

My body, completely devoid of strength, floated and was swayed by Cecil’s rod. Even the vulgar moans that had been escaping me subsided, as I could no longer make them.

Just before I lost consciousness, Cecil’s voice reached me.

“Th-this is strange… A-Asha-nim, why… why aren’t you getting better?”

If this hellish cycle would stop and I could wake up sane… I lost consciousness… along with the thought… that I needed to have a proper conversation with Cecil.