Can She Really Endure It?
A maddening itch plagued her left earlobe, slathered in lemon-colored cream, like someone was endlessly tickling it with a feather.
"Aaaah..!!"
Her mind overflowed with the desperate urge to scratch it away. She couldn't muster a single coherent thought beyond that primal impulse.
Heo Seong-ah jerked her head to the left, thrashing against her bound wrists as her body writhed in torment. She shrugged her shoulders desperately, trying to rub her earlobe, but it was hopelessly out of reach.
"Ugh, kuhk..."
"Livestock Number B62, is it unbearable? Drug number 6 is a perfected formula, far removed from the aphrodisiacs we've used before. Simply applying this cream to the skin restructures the tissue, turning it hypersensitive to stimulation."
"Ugh, kuuuuh..!"
The Manager's words fell on deaf ears. The itch in her ear was driving her insane.
"Haah..."
With a sigh, the Manager yanked her hair to the opposite side and pinched her left earlobe between his fingers.
"Kuhheek!"
"Livestock Number B62, when someone speaks to you, at least pretend to listen. What do you think you're doing, embarrassing me like this?"
Rub rub... His index finger and thumb, pinching the earlobe, slid up and down.
"Ah... aaaah... aaaahng..!!"
She'd always known her ears were somewhat sensitive, but never to the point of being an erogenous zone... Yet now, Heo Seong-ah was drowning in a swamp of pleasure from just a light touch on her ear, teetering on the edge of oblivion. A chill raced down her spine, her thighs clenching inward repeatedly.
This felt just like... the brink of a real orgasm.
"Kk... h-heuk! Uuuuh!!"
She's going. She's going. She's going...
"That's enough."
"Uweh..?"
Right as she was about to tip over, the Manager pulled his hand away. It wasn't intentional on his part, but Heo Seong-ah wore a pitiful pout, savoring the lingering ache of denied ecstasy.
The drug-smeared ear had been pinched... tugged hard enough to tear the lobe... yet there was no pain, only waves of delightful pleasure. Like a lover's gentle caress—pure bliss without a hint of hurt.
"Auuuh..."
She knew it was the drug's effect, but that tender euphoria was dangerously addictive. If even her non-erogenous earlobe felt this good... what would happen if he slathered it directly on her pussy?
The thought terrified her... but a twisted part of her was faintly excited. Drip... A thick strand of sticky love juice oozed from her twitching vaginal opening. Undeniable proof of her arousal.
"Livestock Number B62, no prep seems necessary, so we'll jump right in. Any objections?"
"N-no... please, just do it..."
"Very well. As announced, endure without squirting through all three tools."
"Yes, Manager..."
Just endure. Yeah, endure and it's over. Easier said than done... but she knew how to hold back her juices during climax.
"Then, first tool."
The Manager pulled a peculiar device from the box. A small conical tool about the size of a thumb, with a hole in the base packed with large and small pointed silicone protrusions lining the interior. It vaguely resembled a male onahole.
"Can you see it?"
Before starting the torment, he aimed the camera lens to show her the tool. Better to know what's coming—makes the fear and sensation hit harder.
"See the countless protrusions inside? Press the button and..."
Whiiiir—
"H-huhk!"
The moment he pressed it, the silicone nubs filling the hole spun at blinding speed.
"You insert the clitoris into this hole for stimulation. They say it delivers insane pleasure, but I've never tried it myself."
Each layer rotated in different directions for varied sensations—no risk of desensitization. Infamous for turning even the most stoic woman into a moaning mess by exploiting her weaknesses.
I wonder how long Heo Seong-ah can last without squirting... The Manager smirked as he slowly brought it toward her pussy.
"H-heuk..."
She didn't want this, it scared her, terrified her... But negative words weren't allowed. Heo Seong-ah could only stare blankly as the dangerous device loomed over her clitoris.
Squelch—
"Euuht..!"
Finally, her clitoris slipped into the device's hole. The silicone nubs contracted like living muscles, clamping it tight. The Manager pressed the top to shove it in as deep as possible, then abruptly jammed the button without warning.
"Kkhiieeeek!!"
Heo Seong-ah, mid-deep breath, convulsed and curled her waist at the sudden onslaught.
"Aaaaah!!"
Whiiiiiir—
One second. Just one second of clitoral torment, and she squirted in orgasm.
"Haah... With a body this lewd, how will you ever manage daily life?"
"Hic, h-heuk..."
How the hell was she supposed to endure that?
"A virgin with a premature pussy like this—utterly pathetic. Though the man who owns you will love it as the perfect toy."
"Kk..."
The Manager removed the device and playfully dipped just the tip of his pinky into the hole, pressing the button.
"Oh..."
The bizarre sensation at his fingertip made him yank his hand back, dropping the tool. It felt like his finger had turned into an erogenous zone, surging with intense pleasure.
"Haha..."
It was so hazardous even he laughed in disbelief. For a man, it'd be like countless silicone nubs wrapping the glans and scrubbing at hyperspeed. Could any guy withstand that?
Putting himself in her shoes, the Manager deemed it impossible. Not that knowing stopped him from using it on her.
"Livestock Number B62, squirting from the first tool? This isn't even a game anymore... Shall we end it here, or try for the second challenge?"
"Y-yes..? H-heuk... A-are you... giving me another chance..?"
She thought squirting meant instant failure.
"It ended too anticlimactically, so consider it my mercy. But your choice matters—say it yourself."
For Heo Seong-ah, who'd braced for endless torture, this sparked a glimmer of hope.
"Then... the second one too... I can endure this time..."
"Ha, we'll see about that..."
He couldn't even laugh at her resolve. She'd just end up moaning and squirting anyway...
"Fine. Preparing now."
Seeing her pathetic future so clearly, the Manager sneered as he readied the second tool. This one was just a thin, long strip of cloth, rough like gauze on one side. He soaked it in a jar of lube, stirring with a rod.
"By the way, this is plain lube. Don't squirt and then blame the aphrodisiac for self-justification."
"When did I ever say that..."
"Defying me?"
"N-no..."
Heo Seong-ah had no say. If the Manager said so, it was so.
"Ready."
Gloved hands gripped the slick cloth. Stretched wide between both hands, excess lube dripped from the saturated ends. He shook it a few times to flick off the excess, then spread it wide over her pussy.
"H-heut..!"
Her thighs clenched at the cold lube's touch. Silently, the Manager positioned for punishment.
"There."
One hand behind her anus, the other in front of her pussy. Pressing upward like donning panties, the thin cloth dug deep into her folds, molding obscenely to her mound's shape.
"Livestock Number B62, how do you feel right now?"
"Huh?"
Why ask that out of nowhere? The Manager's intentions were always inscrutable.
"I don't know..."
"Fair enough. First time with this kind of torture."
Suddenly, an amusing idea struck him.
"Livestock Number B62, want to make a bet?"
"Huh? W-what bet..?"
"I'll move my hands just once... front to back."
"Okay..."
"We'll bet whether a moan escapes your lips from that single stroke."
"Huh?"
It seemed rigged in her favor—she controlled her own voice.
"You win, torture ends here. Full rest provided."
"And if I lose..?"
"Lose, and the next session after this will be brutally tough."
"H-heuk..."
No real choice anyway.
"I bet you moan like a slut."
"O-okay..."
Didn't matter either way. No—better odds for her. Grit her teeth, hold the moan, win.
"Here we go."
Heo Seong-ah clenched her jaw, vowing silence no matter what...
Shlick—
"H-gyaaaaaahng!!"
One front-to-back stroke over her pussy with that thin cloth... and insane pleasure exploded. Just as predicted, she wailed sluttily, her waist shuddering uncontrollably.