Three Days
"S-sen, senior, this r-really won't work. Okay?"
"Hurry up. Come on."
"I-it's slippery, n-no—"
Heeyeon let out a strained little gasp and curled in on herself, bearing down as she tried to force the dildo into her pussy. The faint lines of muscle in those tiny arms shifted as if to prove she had some strength in her after all. It was a little like watching a puppy that had put on just enough muscle to look serious about it.
Of course, I knew it wasn't muscle she'd built at a gym. She simply had no spare flesh on her — just the bare minimum required to move her bones.
"Pfft."
A laugh slipped out of me. I stepped closer and toyed with her arm. She went suddenly limp in my grip and looked up at me, and that face — those eyes —
I barely managed to hang on to the reason that wanted to fly straight out of my head. I settled for a kiss on her forehead, then sat down on the floor right in front of her, picked up the bottle of lube she'd used halfheartedly and left beside her, and squeezed a generous amount over her pussy.
"Hik...!"
"Ah, cold?"
Heeyeon didn't look like she had the breath left to answer. Every time she pushed and tried to work the dildo inside herself, her plump outer lips stretched to their absolute limit. The tip would slip in a fraction — and the second she eased off and exhaled the breath she'd been holding, it popped right back out.
"I-it really w-won't, won't go. This is, p-physically im-impossible."
"No, it's not. It'll go. In theory, even that pet camera over there could fit, so."
About the size of a baby's head, that thing? Anyway. Heeyeon's theatrics were starting to get a little tiresome. I sighed and glanced around without much thought, and spotted a smear of ketchup on the nightstand. Leftover from that omelet rice earlier, no doubt.
"Tsk..."
"I-it really won't, it won't go in. S-sen, senior, please?"
"Hm? Oh, that wasn't aimed at you."
I could see how desperately she was trying — enough that I couldn't bring myself to get angry just because she couldn't manage it on her own. It was only annoying. I yanked a wad of tissues from the box, took her hand, and wiped it clean for her. Used the rest on the ketchup.
"There. Try again."
And I said it once more.
"I-it's, hhk, really, huuhk, not going. I, huuhk...!"
"Crying again? Stop crying and hurry up."
There was a limit to how many times she could cry her way out of things, so I didn't pull her into a tight hug the way I used to. Of course my chest ached like it might crack open — I wanted nothing more than to crush her against me right then and press my lips to her forehead and her cheeks.
"Nngh...! Y-yes, yeees...!"
Heeyeon sucked in another breath and pushed. The tears came harder now, sliding down her jaw and throat until they reached her chest. She clenched her teeth, trembling all over as she strained — then dropped the dildo with a soft thud and started mumbling.
"Huuhk, huuhk...! I-it really, kk. W-won't go in. Hhk...!"
"Hmm. Really won't?"
"Yes, nngh, r-really. It won't go in, so, huuhk... r-really—"
She kept spitting out excuses that didn't even connect into sentences, so I reached out and took hold of the dildo. My hand settled over hers. When I applied a little pressure and pushed, I could feel her pussy resisting — soft, fragile, yielding only the barest fraction.
"Feels like it'll go."
"I-it really w-won't. S-sen, senior. D-do you want to t-touch my chest? Okay? My chest is s-soft, so, ah, the tears—"
She reached up to wipe her own chest, but all she managed in that brief second was to smear the lube still coating her fingers over the tear tracks.
"Hup."
I pushed a little harder, and the dildo began to sink in. Heeyeon's cute little pussy started to catch and mouth at each of the studs along the screw-shaped shaft, one by one. Even so, it still hadn't taken more than a knuckle's worth — and suddenly Heeyeon shot a hand out and gripped my shoulder hard.
"Mm, it is pretty tough."
"Ah... nngh... th-that's what I, ah, w-wait, just a second—"
"But it's a punishment, so it has to go in. And this isn't even the end of it."
At my words, Heeyeon's body locked up again.
"After this, you still have to get the injection, Heeyeon. You're not going to eat or drink for three days — you'll need an IV at least."
I said it and started to push the dildo in again. Suddenly her hand came down over mine, begging me to please let her do it herself. Too late for that, I told her, and kept pushing.
It didn't feel like it was entering her vagina so much as dragging her entire pussy along with it. That sensation repeated for a while as Heeyeon screamed. Please, spare me, she sobbed — and eventually her one free hand started thrashing wildly enough that I had to catch her wrist with my other hand.
Then, at some point, the dildo began to slide in more smoothly. Every time my hand advanced a little further, a grinding, squelching sensation traveled up through the shaft into my palm. A pleasant sensation, at any rate. Haah. At some point, managing my expression stopped mattering entirely, and I started making a pretty stupid face myself.
"Kk...!"
Heeyeon had stopped screaming. When I let go of her hand, she pressed it to her lower belly and trembled all over, and my newly freed hand drifted to my own pussy before I even realized it. I rubbed myself slowly through my clothes. I felt like I could come any second.
Tktktk. The sound climbing up through my hand. Heeyeon shuddered, and at some point her jaw went slack — the sound of teeth that had been clenched hard slipping past each other. Her legs kicked as if trying to shake something off. Even so, I didn't stop pushing the dildo in. I didn't stop moving the hand on myself, either.
Eventually the dildo hit something and wouldn't go any further. Had we reached the end? I eased back a little to look, and the sight of her pussy stretched so wide was almost pitiful. At some point Heeyeon had dropped her head and gone completely silent.
Every fluid a face could produce was running down hers. I caught her chin and lifted her head — and couldn't see her pupils at all. I hurriedly pressed my fingers under her nose and was relieved to feel the faint brush of breath.
Come to think of it — if I pushed it into her womb, maybe I could get a little more in. I took hold of the dildo and shoved harder, resting my chin on her shoulder as I worked it deeper.
In the meantime, I came twice. Embarrassingly, right in front of her.
Every time I tried to push further, Heeyeon's body — clearly unconscious by then — convulsed as if in a seizure. A long shudder, a pause, then another long shudder. It felt like holding a puppy that was terrified of going outside.
I only learned that a woman's uterus isn't connected to the vagina in a straight line — that uterine insertion is impossible — after I'd pulled the dildo out and was sticking a vibe to Heeyeon's nipple.
It didn't take Heeyeon all that long to come around. She didn't lose an entire day the way she had before, but the time I had left to enjoy with her was shrinking all the same. Going forward, it would be better to be careful not to make her pass out. I didn't even know what happened to a person who fainted too often.
I'd sat her in the chair and bound her limbs well enough, so I used the remaining time to finish a meal and take a quick shower.
The thought of having to go back to work tomorrow made my face pinch a little — but payday was coming up too, so it wasn't all bad. That was how most people got through it.
I dried off, dried my hair, went back to the room, and sprawled face-down on the bed where Heeyeon had been lying, fiddling with my phone while I waited for her to wake. Nothing interesting on it. My eyes kept drifting to the clock in the upper-right corner of the screen.
Maybe half an hour had passed when Heeyeon's body twitched. She's up, I thought, and hurried down off the bed.
"Uh, ah...?"
"Sleep well?"
"M-my pussy... ah?"
"Pfft, what is that. You sound like an idiot."
I flicked her forehead — gently, the cute kind of flick. Heeyeon had squeezed her eyes shut the moment my hand came near, then opened them again at the mild sting. Then she looked down.
"O-oh. N-no. No, you can't. Th-this, really—"
Startled by a situation so similar to before, she started pouring out words, so I clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Let's be quiet. Okay? Got it?"
She nodded. My hand moved with her.
"I told you, didn't I? If you couldn't put it in yourself, there'd be an extra punishment."
"...!"
Her face was covered, so all I could see were her eyes — but even so, it was easy enough to tell she looked shocked.
"Still, this time you're sitting in a chair, so it should be a little more comfortable. Right?"
At that, Heeyeon carefully nodded. I let out a soft breath of relief and stepped back a couple of paces, and her whole body came into view — rotors stuck to nearly every spot that counted as an erogenous zone.
The dildo, seated so it wouldn't slip free while she sat. It was a three-day plan, so every device was wired up and charging. Good thing I had a twelve-outlet power strip.
Heeyeon didn't open her mouth again, so I took my hand away. The corners of her lips were twisted up in an awkward, unnatural smile.
"Seniorrr."
That mouth shaped a word and called for me.
"Hm?"
"I-I'm, uh, your girlfriend, your girlfriend, righttt...?"
Hearing that suddenly coquettish voice threw me for a second. Then I caught the meaning underneath it and a laugh spilled out. So she was finally trying that approach?
"...Ahaha, yeah. That's right. Of course you are. Why?"
"Wellll, i-it's, j-just a little h-hard... M-maybe, c-could you let me off...? I-in exchange, um, uh."
Heeyeon closed her eyes for a moment, sinking into thought. Even after starting the sentence, she didn't seem to have come up with an alternative. Still, that desperate look of hers was pleasant enough to watch that I gave her plenty of time.
"W-want to hit my stomach? Ehehe, I-I don't even h-have abs, but, ummm, it's soft, so it sh-should feel, f-feel good...!"
The second she finished talking, she let out a dumb little uhihi and grinned like an idiot. That was the best she could come up with? A little disappointing.
I stepped up to her, took hold of her shoulders, and drove a fist into her stomach like an uppercut. Whether she simply couldn't react to the sudden movement or not, there wasn't a scrap of tension in her belly — my fist sank straight in.
"I can already do that whenever I want. Anything else? Hm?"
"Kehup...! Khyaaat...! Haah...! Th-that's...!"
The chair rattled. Heeyeon gasped roughly, rocking her body back and forth as if checking whether her stomach was still intact. Once she'd settled a little, she thought for a long time again. Staring blankly into empty air as if she'd forgotten I was standing right there — then she opened her mouth once more.
"I-if I d-do this, th-there's n-no, no p-punishment... right?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"..."
Heeyeon went quiet again after hearing my answer. Then she squeezed her eyes shut, opened them, and mumbled in a voice that barely crawled out of her throat that she was in my care. There was a clear, stubborn will in it. A stubborn will that would, in the end, snap and shatter.
I didn't want a doll either, so that was actually a good thing. I slid in the syringe I'd prepared, carefully set the IV the way I'd learned online, and finished by stroking Heeyeon's hair. It was my first time playing nurse — four holes in her arm, one of them dribbling blood.
Still, considering the hassle of having to water her by hand every so often, it was a price worth paying. Watching Heeyeon frown in pain, I flipped the switches. One by one, all twelve of them.
Even after every rotor kicked on, Heeyeon wore an expression like nothing was happening, which irritated me enough that I deliberately turned the dildo up a little harder. Sure enough, in less than five minutes she hit her first climax, and her body started to twist in on itself.
I caught the chin of the trembling Heeyeon, lifted it, and kissed her. Tangled our tongues. Swept over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, then told her I'd see her later. Her eyes were thick with terror. Last of all, I fitted the headset connected to the laptop over her ears. Maybe because her head was so small — it sat a little loose.
I put on a twelve-hour electronic music playlist from the internet, set it to infinite loop, double-checked that every device was charging properly, and left the room.
I'd walked a little ways down the hall when I remembered something I'd forgotten, went back, and turned off the lights.
The thought of not seeing Heeyeon for three days left me a little blue, so I went downstairs and made myself a coffee.