Fighting Fire with Fire
Yeah... that uneasy intuition had never been wrong before.
"Livestock Number B62, do you know the idiom countering heat with heat?"
"Pardon?"
"Like how strength overcomes strength, it's a four-character idiom meaning heat overcomes heat."
Why... why bring that up in this situation of all times?
"So, right now, B62's rear pussy is so sensitive that every time you push, you feel pleasure... and that's why you can't pull out the anal plug on your own, isn't it? You're rebelling because of that."
"Th-that's...!"
It was spot-on, without a single mistake—but that word 'rebelling' stuck in her craw. If she agreed here, she'd instantly become a female livestock defying the Manager's orders.
"Whatever. Anyway, since you're saying you can't do it yourself because of the pleasure, I'll help you overcome that pleasure with even more pleasure."
"Wh-what does that... even... hic!"
The Manager's hand gripped her pussy and squeezed ever so slightly. Even that faint stimulation sent Heo Seong-ah into shuddering convulsions, a maddening wave of ecstasy crashing through her.
"I'll stroke your pussy freely until you manage to pull out the anal plug yourself. How does that sound?"
"N-no... ah-eek... th-that is..."
Fight pleasure with pleasure. Stimulate the pussy—more sensitive than her rear hole—to make her forget the ecstasy of expelling the anal plug... But was that really as easy as it sounded?
"Hic!Kkuk!Ugh!!"
Every gentle rub of the Manager's hand over her pussy made Heo Seong-ah's shoulders jerk up in goosebumps, swallowing terrified moans.
"Kkuuk..."
The pleasure terrified her... It surged up without regard for her will. Endless cycles of near-orgasm, never quite tipping over. In this state, contracting and relaxing her sphincter to expel the anal plug was damn near impossible.
Of course, that didn't mean...impossible and not doing it were options for Heo Seong-ah.
"Kkuuuk..."
No matter how grueling. No matter how much it felt like dying.
She had to do it.
"Ha... ahng... kkuk... uung..."
Twitch, twitch... Her anal muscles contracted and relaxed in time with the hand rubbing her pussy. She was trying so hard to expel the anal plug, but her fear of the rear pleasure meant she'd stay locked like this forever.
"Wuuk...kkuk... hwaaang..."
Heo Seong-ah clenched her teeth, focusing every ounce on her sphincter, her body trembling violently. Her thighs drew closer together bit by bit, and the tip of the anal plug began edging outward.
"Kkuuuung!! Ha... uk..!"
Finally, one bumpy protrusion peeked out from her anus. It had taken just over five minutes to get this far. In those five minutes, she'd pulled the plug out by a mere 0.2 cm using her own strength.
"Haaa... aaang... haa..."
The Manager's hand didn't stop stroking her pussy. Soft and squishy, slick with her juices, it felt like playing with slime toys kids loved. A pussy this delightful? He could fondle it all day.
"Kkuuuk..."
For the victim, though, it was pure hell. Squatting with legs splayed wide for excretion was grueling enough—now with her pussy constantly teased up front, she couldn't muster the strength she needed even if she tried.
Well... this was all her own doing. Who told her to keep acting defiant?
"Kkuuuuaaaang..!"
At the worst possible moment—right as she bore down on her sphincter—a surge of pleasure hit, sapping her strength. Her anus clenched, shoving the dilator she'd barely pushed out right back in.
"Huu...huuk..."
"B62, how long are you planning to keep this up? Haa, do you want to become a stupid pussy house that can't even shit on its own?"
"N-no... I'm sorry... huuk..."
Even his mocking words, dripping with humiliation, drew an apology from Heo Seong-ah. She repented her actions.
"There's still plenty of time, so take it easy."
"Kkuk..."
A veiled threat that it wouldn't end until she finished... The only way out of this agony was to expel the anal plug herself.
"Kkuuuuk..!"
After a brief respite, Heo Seong-ah poured every last bit of strength into her sphincter. Her thighs quivered, teeth ground together, muscles tensed from toes to scalp, flushing red-hot with effort.
"Kkuuuk..!"
Rub, rub... She grimly suppressed the delicious torment on her clit, channeling every nerve to her anus. Her efforts paid off—the dilator snagged in her colon slipped free, sliding out three centimeters.
"Kkaaah..."
The wrinkles of her anus scraped over the bumps, and in that instant of weakness, Heo Seong-ah nearly toppled backward. The Manager's firm grip on her pussy steadied her just in time.
She wobbled, legs spread wide in a horizontal squat, panting raggedly as her body twitched.
"Huuuk... haaang... aaah..."
Absorbing the pussy pleasure to recharge her stamina.
"Ha...!"
The Manager stared at her, bursting into incredulous laughter. It looked like mockery on the surface... but it carried admiration for her unexpected grit.
Humans were social creatures, after all. Gripped by the obsession that she must excrete it, Heo Seong-ah had intuitively figured out how to do it and put it into action. Not that she was thinking consciously.
"Kkuuuuk..!"
After another short break, she clenched her teeth and pushed again. If she could just clear the colon without issue, the rest would slide out smoothly. The anal plug inched outward past her twitching anus.
"Kkuuung..!"
Her face flushed beet-red with blood, but she pushed desperately to end it quick. A commendable sight. The Manager, idly rubbing her pussy, felt a twinge of desire to reward her. His free hand steadied her back—to prevent any accidental tumble.
"Eh...?"
Heo Seong-ah startled at the unexpected touch, relaxing into it.
"B62, impressive. Seeing you work so hard makes me want to give you a little reward."
"Y-yes...? A r-reward...? What kind...?"
"Well, I can't just hand out rewards willy-nilly... I'll give you a special chance at one."
"Pardon...?"
"Of course, what you do with that chance... is up to you."
"What is it...?"
She pried her mouth open, at least wanting to hear the details. The Manager smirked at her perfectly predictable response.
"Simple. Let's play a game, like always."
"Pardon...?"
"You're doing so well—better than expected. I'm thrilled. About half the anal plug is out now, so I'll set a time limit for the rest. If you excrete it all within the limit, I'll grant your greatest desire: orgasm as a special reward."
"R-really...?"
"Of course."
Twitch. Just hearing it made her pussy clench in anticipation of climax.
"But if there's a reward, there must be a penalty. I'll retract my earlier promise: 'Excrete the anal plug yourself, and skip urethra training.' Fail within the time limit, and we'll proceed with urethra training as punishment."
"Hng... y-yes..."
Excrete the plug in time? Skip urethra training and get to cum—a two-for-one win. An offer too good to refuse; nothing left to say.
"I'll do it...!"
"Knew you'd say that. Then we'll start right now... Ten minutes from now. Excrete the whole thing in that time."
"Pardon?"
Ten minutes? She'd done half in under three. Ten minutes was basically handing her the win.
Why so generous? Suspicion flickered, but she held her tongue—afraid it'd lead to unfair addendums.
"Starting now, then. I'll time it strictly, so give it your all."
"Yes. Manage—eeuk!! Kyaaak! Aaaaang!!"
The Manager's hand unclenched from her pussy... then rubbed it mercilessly side to side. The furious friction left no room to push her rear—Heo Seong-ah's hips bucked skyward as she wailed in ecstasy.
"Aaaaang!! Aaaang!!"
Squelching juices erupted in a squirting fountain from her sopping pussy. No matter how much she gushed, his hand didn't stop.
"What are you doing? Keep that up, and you'll lose the game."
"Kkuuk..!"
Heo Seong-ah snapped to, grinding her teeth and bearing down on her anus. The Manager propped her shoulder for support... rubbed her pussy relentlessly... and with his other hand, gripped the protruding anal plug tight. Immovable, no matter how hard she pushed.
"Kkuuuuk... haa..!"
Blissfully unaware, Heo Seong-ah strained her sphincter to the breaking point.
"Pfft."
A game rigged from the start. Her clueless flailing was so ridiculous, the Manager's lips twitched in amusement.