Daily Routines and Experiments
Elisha lay on the bed and began massaging her lower abdomen with both hands. It was a simple routine that usually took only about fifteen minutes a day. Beneath her fingertips, the firm abs felt surprisingly soft despite the muscle. She had read online that building lower abdominal muscles was difficult, and no matter how much she exercised, they never seemed to develop.
After roughly five minutes, her roommate returned from doing laundry and approached her.
“Massaging again? You do it every day—what’s so good about it?”
“I heard something today,” Elisha replied, explaining the benefits the nurse had mentioned. Kate’s expression turned intrigued.
“Good for menstrual cramps? Maybe I should try it too.”
“Are your cramps bad?”
“Bad enough that I have to take painkillers.”
Elisha hadn’t noticed before because Kate never showed it, but apparently her cramps were severe. Thanks to the massage, Elisha herself felt almost no pain and couldn’t really imagine how bad it could get.
“Want me to show you?”
“Yeah, I think I should.”
“Then lie down on the bed.”
Kate climbed onto the bed without hesitation. Even now, her tattoos were striking. Wearing only underwear, she lay back, her navel piercing and the colorful tattoos decorating her abdomen immediately drawing the eye. Lower still, more ink covered her lower belly. The heart-shaped tattoo right where the massage would focus sat in the perfect spot for instruction.
“By the way, when did you get this one? I didn’t see it last time we showered.”
“My new darling asked for it.”
How long had it been since Kate broke up with her ex? Already she had a new boyfriend? It felt like only yesterday she had been crying and clinging to her previous partner after discovering his infidelity.
“You already have another boyfriend?”
“This one’s really good.”
Elisha pressed down on Kate’s lower abdomen to stop the boasting. Kate was pretty and kind, but she had a terrible habit of falling for the wrong men. How many boyfriends would ask their girlfriend to tattoo her lower belly for them?
“Be quiet and pay attention. Press firmly right here—do you feel something deeper than the bladder?”
“Ah, I feel it.”
“That’s the uterus. Massage around it with moderate pressure. Be careful not to press the bladder. Like this.”
Elisha applied careful pressure and rubbed. Kate’s belly was softer and rounder than her own, with less muscle, so controlling the force proved trickier than expected.
“Are you okay? Tell me if it hurts.”
“I’m fine. Actually, it feels like it’s not enough.”
“Really?”
Elisha pressed harder. Her fingers sank in until they brushed against something. Probably the uterus. She rubbed it gently, and a soft moan escaped Kate’s lips. Given how bad her cramps supposedly were, the pain must have been intense. After a while with lighter pressure, Kate’s expression gradually relaxed.
“Just do this for fifteen minutes.”
“It feels warm and cool at the same time.”
When the massage ended, Kate stroked her own lower abdomen and murmured that it felt refreshing. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she said, “Want me to do it for you? For practice.”
“You? Well… okay.”
Elisha could do it herself, but she was curious about the difference between self-massage and being massaged by someone else. She lay down and removed her pants. Kate grabbed her legs, spread them, and settled between them.
Why did she have to sit right there?
“Why sit between my legs?”
“It’s easier facing straight on. Spread them a little more so I can get closer.”
Before Elisha could react, Kate forced her thighs wider and wedged herself deeply between them. Elisha was startled. Why were so many women around her this bold? Was she the strange one?
“Oh my, look at those abs. Impressive.”
“Wait, don’t stroke them so much.”
“Stay still.”
Smack— The ticklish touch on her abs made Elisha squirm, earning her a light slap and a command to behave. After rubbing for a while, Kate’s hand slid down from the abs to the softer lower belly. Looking up at Kate seated between her spread legs, Elisha noticed the faint flush on her cheeks.
“Kate, are you okay? Your face is red.”
“Huh? I’m fine, really. I’m just a little excited.”
“Why would you be excited?”
Why get aroused while touching someone else’s abs? Her own abs might look good, but it was still odd for another woman to react that way.
“Looking down like this, I think I understand how my darling feels when he looks at me.”
“Do that kind of thing with your boyfriend.”
What was Kate even saying? “Just do the massage already.”
“Elisha, can I ask you something? Will you let me?”
“What is it?”
“I want to hit your stomach.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Why this out of nowhere? Had she eaten something weird? Why hit her stomach?
“My darling always slaps my belly during sex. I want to know what it feels like so I can take it better for him.”
“Your boyfriend sounds like he has issues.”
Why would anyone hit a woman’s stomach during sex? That was perverted. Why did every man Kate dated turn out like this?
“No, he’s usually so kind and gentle. He’s only a little violent during sex. Isn’t that normal?”
“I don’t remember having a boyfriend, so I wouldn’t know.”
“I’m going to hit you. Here goes.”
Thud—
“Ow!”
The punch landed before Elisha could stop it. Thanks to her solid abs—or perhaps Kate’s lack of strength—it only stung the surface and didn’t really hurt.
Thud— Thud—
“Ah, stop hitting me!”
“Haa… This is kind of exciting. So this is how my darling feels. Just a little more.”
Thud—
Kate’s face flushed red as she kept striking Elisha’s stomach, looking completely out of control. Did she change personality when excited? When Elisha grabbed her left hand to stop the blows, Kate’s right fist drove straight into her lower abdomen.
“Ugh!”
“Ah! That expression is perfect! Show me more!”
Thud— Thud—
The pain in her lower belly made Elisha’s face twist, which only excited Kate further. She focused her punches there.
Wait, that spot really hurt.
“Kate, snap out of it!”
“Stay still!”
Thud! Suddenly the punches grew much stronger. Elisha tried to hold Kate back, but Kate used her entangled lower body to brace herself and kept swinging. “Where is all this strength coming from?!”
The pain was bad enough, but worse was the growing pleasure rising from her lower abdomen with each hit. Was she actually one of those perverts who got off on being hit?
“Hnn! Stop!”
“Kyaa!”
Elisha finally gathered strength in her legs and hips, twisted, flipped their positions, and pinned Kate beneath her. Only then did the assault stop. Kate struggled for a moment under her before gradually calming down.
“I’m okay now. You can let go.”
“You’re calm?”
“Yeah.”
At the steadier voice, Elisha released her. Kate sat up, her face now flushed with embarrassment rather than excitement.
“Sorry. Sometimes when I get worked up my personality changes a bit. I try to control it, but I messed up.”
“What’s so great about hitting someone that it excites you like that? Honestly.”
Elisha was shaken. She had never imagined Kate had this side to her.
“But now that I’ve tried it, I understand why my darling hits my stomach. Looking down and seeing the other person’s pained expression… it feels good.”
“That’s dangerous, so stop. Getting excited by that kind of thing will only cause trouble.”
Feeling pleasure from someone else’s pain? Kate had seemed so gentle, yet her tastes were clearly risky.
“No, I’ve never been this turned on before, even for a short time. Not during sex with my darling, not even when I was the one being hit.”
Kate really seemed to have awakened something dangerous. Or maybe not—perhaps men with bad intentions would sense it and stay away? Thinking of it that way, maybe it was fine.
“You weren’t exactly normal either, Elisha. I could tell. You felt pleasure when your stomach was hit, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Liar. Your body was honest.”
“Wait, where are you touching now?”
Startled by the sudden hand slipping into her panties, Elisha grabbed it and pulled it away. Kate held up her fingers.
“Look. This sticky, lewd liquid.”
She spread her fingers; a viscous, transparent fluid stretched between them before breaking.
“Don’t do that. It’s embarrassing.”
“There’s nothing shameful about kinks. As long as it’s not a crime, you can enjoy it all you want.”
“Isn’t hitting someone one-sidedly a crime?”
“You gave permission, so we both wanted it, right?”
“No, when did I give permission?”
Why was she talking like a sex offender?
“I’m going to report what I felt to my darling. You’ll let him hit you again later, won’t you?”
“No way. And what exactly are you reporting to your boyfriend? Wait!”
Device in hand, Kate dashed out the door and disappeared. Reporting to her boyfriend? Elisha suddenly recalled an internet post she had seen before—something about women who treated their boyfriends like masters. Was Kate one of them?
After the scuffle and the awkward situation, exhaustion hit her hard.
“Ugh, I should go eat.”
She changed her damp underwear, got dressed, ate a simple dinner at the dorm cafeteria, and returned to her room. She turned on the screen TV. A wide panel slid smoothly up from the edge of the desk. Using the controller, she connected to the internet and searched for information about deriving pleasure from being hit. There were far more results than she expected.
SM? Sadism? Masochism? Browsing further, she found numerous play reports. Huh. More people enjoyed this kind of intense play than she had thought. Some of the activities looked extremely dangerous, so she decided she would warn Kate when she returned.
She closed the internet and turned on the TV. Since going out cost money, she half-willingly, half-unwillingly spent her free time in the room using free sites full of broadcasts and movies. She would watch the movie she had started last time and then sleep.
The next day, back at the lab, she met her employer, Isabel. Still with her long, glossy hair, Isabel locked the door and said, “Since you’ll be working in the lab from today, call me Master.”
“Master?”
“Master. As your employer and superior, it’s only natural you call me that.”
“Uh… I guess so?”
Isabel spoke as if it were obvious, so Elisha supposed it made sense. The title didn’t change the fact that Isabel was her employer, so it probably didn’t matter much.
“Then, Master, what should I do?”
“Just change into this and sit in the chair. Simple work.”
Isabel held up the lab coat Elisha had worn the day before. Once again, there was no changing room, making it inconvenient. Though having a changing room in a lab would be strange anyway.
Elisha changed clumsily and sat down. Looking around, she noticed many things she hadn’t seen yesterday: holographic human models floating in the air, various organ models, unidentified biological tissues in experimental containers, and even parts that looked like they belonged to monsters.
Movies really did sanitize things. The real lab was impressive. The smell of chemicals was so strong it felt like it might numb her nose.
Isabel brought over a wheeled tray loaded with various bottles of medicine, syringes, cotton swabs, and other tools. Wearing medical latex gloves, she dipped a swab in a white substance and applied it to the back of Elisha’s hand, observing the reaction.
“Good. No rejection and excellent reactivity.”
She examined Elisha’s eyes and skin, then drew the white liquid into a syringe.
“This is a medication you’ll need long-term, so you’ll receive it every day from now on.”
“Every day?”
“Tilt your head and expose your neck.”
Elisha leaned her head back. The syringe pressed against her neck. With a soft pop and a sharp sting, she felt a slight chill as the medicine entered. Isabel removed the syringe and placed a bandage over the spot.
“Yes, every day. It’s essential for the experiment, so you must follow through.”
“Understood.”
Elisha didn’t know the details, but if it was necessary, she would do it. Still, she felt strangely drowsy—was that the drug’s effect?
“I feel a bit hazy.”
“The medication is taking effect. It’s fine, so just relax and stay still. There, there.”
For some reason, a pleasant feeling welled up without cause, and a smile naturally formed. Isabel’s face grew clearer, her colors more vivid. She really was beautiful up close.
“See? Feels good, doesn’t it? Surrender your body to that sensation. It’ll be over soon.”
“Yes…”
Isabel prepared other medicines while explaining them. Whether from the drug or not, drowsiness washed over Elisha, and Isabel’s gentle voice sounded like a lullaby. Lulled by the calm resonance in her mind, her memories cut off.
“Elisha, wake up.”
Huh? When had she fallen asleep? At Isabel’s voice, Elisha came to and realized she had been sleeping in the chair.
“Oh, did I fall asleep?”
“You were sleeping quite comfortably.”
“Does the experiment still work if I’m asleep?”
“It’s fine. The experiment accounts for all possibilities.”
Wow, so she could sleep through the whole thing. Was it really okay to get paid for such easy work? She felt a little guilty.
Receiving five thousand tunes from Isabel, Elisha returned to the dorm under her escort. Waking up after a deep sleep left her in an excellent mood.
Thus began a routine of working at the lab, exercising, and spending her free time. During that time, Kate eventually broke up with her boyfriend again. She came home drunk one day, grabbed Elisha, and complained. Consoling her, Elisha somehow ended up promising to let Kate hit her stomach again, but she decided to think of it as repaying a favor.
The previous medical checkup had yielded no results. Instead, Isabel scolded her for having too little body fat and told her to eat more. Her body fat percentage was apparently 11%. She had thought she looked a bit thin, and all the exercise seemed to have made it worse. Since she couldn’t stop exercising, she had no choice but to eat more. Isabel had given her nutritional supplements, so she would get healthier.
The daily experiments at the lab were truly simple. Isabel, an expert in handling various drugs, only administered a few substances to Elisha’s body and observed the reactions. Lately, Elisha had grown accustomed to the regular injections and could stay awake—albeit in a hazy state—throughout the experiments without falling asleep. Even after the experiments ended, the hazy feeling seemed to linger, but Isabel said it was natural and expected. If Isabel said so, it must be true.
Over the nearly month-long period, Isabel had kindly explained everything and conducted the experiments safely without side effects, so Elisha naturally trusted her.
Ah, she had also registered at a training facility. There was a small gym near the dorm. The trainer and owner, a woman in her thirties, had a rugged, muscular build despite being thirty-nine. When Elisha first registered, the way the woman stared at her body like she wanted to devour it while groping her had been startling, but unlike the amateurs Elisha had seen online, this professional taught systematically and seriously. Following an expert’s advice really was best. Eating more, taking supplements, and exercising as instructed made her body improve rapidly. The balanced muscles looked far better than the unbalanced ones she had built on her own.