#09_Training Day-0, Nayae(3)
The item Yuchan pulled out didn't suit the dangerously tense room at all—it was almost comically out of place. A banana they'd bought together at the mart with Nayae earlier that day. It was a nicely ripened yellow one, perfect for eating right away.
He peeled it open.
"This is the banana Nayae specially picked out for me because it was 2,000 won off. Thanks to you, we get to try some fun play now."
It was just a banana, but the fact that she couldn't guess what he planned to do with it made it all the more terrifying. The world was full of cruel acts, and who knew if there were brutal tortures possible with something like that which she couldn't even imagine?
"Now we're going to test if your pussy is as useful as you claim, using this banana."
"H-how should I do it?"
Her mind didn't work well in situations like this. Nayae's frightened eyes followed the banana as he rubbed it lightly against her pussy.
This was a case where showing was faster than explaining.
"Ngh..."
With her legs spread wide, her pussy gaping and dripping arousal, the banana slipped into Nayae's slit without any resistance. The efforts of the past week hadn't been in vain. Even in this situation, her crotch was soaked.
Nayae, waiting for his judgment, felt the fruit's flesh—noticeably colder than her body temperature—probing her skin and vaginal walls.
"Let's see how long it takes to crush this banana inside your pussy. Ready?"
"...Yes."
In truth, crushing a banana solely with vaginal pressure was nearly impossible unless you'd trained for it—and who knew if anyone even had. If her legs were clamped shut, maybe, but spread wide like a stork's, her grip was even weaker.
"You've got one minute."
The words had barely left his mouth when Nayae tensed her abdomen. As she clenched like she was squeezing her sphincter, she felt the banana—almost like a fake cock—twitching up and down inside her.
"Hng...!"
A well-ripened banana lodged in a trained pussy. Sticky arousal dripped from the stretched opening. It looked like a blender making a fruit shake. An utterly indecent sight to anyone watching, but Nayae was giving it her all. The fear of what he'd do if she failed to satisfy him now whipped at her back.
Her ass cheeks clenched and relaxed repeatedly, making her pretty little asshole twitch. Her flushed face and tightly bitten lips, as she endured the humiliation of using muscles she'd never tapped before, were paradoxically erotic.
"Time's up. One minute."
"Haah..."
Yuchan pulled the banana out of her hole with a squelch. Nayae let out a moan as the sudden emptiness hit her straining pussy.
Checking its state, Yuchan was a bit surprised.
"How is it?"
Nayae asked cautiously.
The banana, mushy like it'd been sucked on for ages, was nearly crushed in the middle. Even for a fully ripened one full of moisture that bruised easily, this was impressive. He'd planned to use it as an excuse for heavy humiliation.
Still, he tossed out the provoking line as planned.
"Is that all you can do? Even meticulous Nayae has such a loose pussy. I'm disappointed."
He said it bluntly. Nayae rushed to respond.
"Teacher! Give me one more chance... I can do better!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded desperately. She no longer cared how pathetic and pitiful she looked. She just wanted to survive. She didn't want to die. That single thought drove her body forward.
"Many opportunities pass through life. But you can't get them whenever you want."
"But I really can do better..."
To Nayae, already uprooted and teetering, he made a subtle proposal—one she had no choice but to grab.
"In exchange, you'll have to stay at my place for the next week. Do you agree?"
"You'll let me go after a week?"
"Of course, if you obey well."
A glimmer of hope pierced the dark despair, bringing life back to her eyes. What made her cling to such rash optimism? Yuchan sneered inwardly, but Nayae, oblivious, begged with far more vigor than before.
"I'll obey! I'll do anything you tell me to, hard! So... please spare me..."
One might think consent wasn't needed for confinement anyway. But the difference between her agreeing and not was huge. The outcome might be the same, but by grasping the hope he'd dangled, Nayae had implicitly consented to what was coming. She wasn't just a victim fleeing visible death anymore. She'd become his willing accomplice in pursuit of life. It was simpler this way to make her drown in self-loathing and humiliation later.
"Good. Wait here a moment."
Yuchan stepped out briefly and returned with an old notebook he'd used before. Bound in worn leather, it contained the "Pet Behavior Code" he'd handwritten during a past stint raising a woman in his basement.
1. Choi Nayae will spread her holes anytime for her Owner.
2. She will absolutely obey the Owner's commands and fulfill her duties as a lewd bitch.
"Nayae's more cow than bitch, though," Yuchan interjected.
3. She will serve the Owner body and soul, who graciously took in worthless Nayae.
...and so on: rules for using the toilet, eating food, household conduct. Detailed clauses designed to plunge her into utter humiliation. Especially the "Language Etiquette" section, which was so outrageous it made her stomach churn with revulsion.
Did she have to do all this to survive? Disgusting, but she had no choice. Once Nayae finished reading every item, Yuchan pulled out the cutter knife again and removed the tape binding her hands and feet. Instead, he fastened a leather choker around her neck. He always collared women he claimed as his own.
Now wearing only the choker on her pale naked body, Nayae didn't even think to cover herself. She rubbed her limbs, tingling from restored blood flow. The marks crawling her bare skin like snakes were sensual.
"You're adapting fast already. Don't try to hide your body in front of me. Show me your pure, unadorned self."
"Yes, Owner..."
"You can call me Teacher, Nayae. We got along pretty well until just now, right?"
"Th-thank you, Teacher."
With the bonds gone, a bit of mental leeway returned. Now able to think beyond survival, Yuchan seemed even more grotesque. People change their attitudes with relationships—treating close friends differently from strangers. Yet even in this shattered dynamic, Yuchan hadn't changed a bit from their counseling sessions at the academy.
What if all his actions and expressions were just detached acting, far from his true nature? What if he was an empty, lifeless shell inside? Shaking off the idle fancy, Nayae straightened her posture. No time for useless thoughts now. She had to scramble to survive.
"Come here and stand straight."
Yuchan called softly. Nayae approached without hesitation and stood properly before him.
She had some pride in her body. Full breasts well above average, well-developed birthing hips contrasting her slim waist. A toned figure from swimming, innate perfect proportions. Her only flaw was her short stature, but it was still the kind of body men found alluring.
So she'd use it to captivate Yuchan utterly, making sure he could never kill her. Play the tireless toy for a week without boring him.
"Ow..."
As Nayae thrust out her chest and stood at attention, a sharp sting pierced her nipple tips. She'd forgotten. The clips Yuchan had attached earlier still bit down hard. Nothing but pain, when all she wanted was escape. But realizing it sent fresh arousal leaking from her slit. Like morning dew, it trickled down her thigh.
Disgusting. The sudden thought tightened her chest.
"I'll take these off now."
Yuchan reached out and removed the clips from her nipples. After so long clamped tight, deep marks scarred the once-pink, plump tips. Blood-starved, they were paler than usual, stiffly erect. With the pain inflicted, they'd soon redden and swell.
"There's only one attitude for you from now on, Nayae. Be as close to your usual self as possible—the Nayae who respected and adored her Teacher. Show me that exactly."
Supporting her immobile, at-attention breast with one hand, Yuchan closely examined the weighty heft and her reddened, abused nipple.
Feeling shame stab through her chest, Nayae barely managed a smile.
"Yes, Teacher."
"Follow me."
Nayae trailed behind him. Unlike the bizarrely alien master bedroom, the rest of the house looked like any normal home. After all the ordeals in that room, just breathing the outer air steadied her a bit.
"You've sweated a lot and leaked plenty of juices, so you need a wash. Cleanliness is a top virtue when living with Teacher."
"Your house is so clean too, Teacher."
"Do you keep your room tidy?"
"I don't have much time studying, but I vacuum and mop three times a week. Hair's the worst part."
Ignoring her fragile, breakable heart, she acted as normal as possible. Yuchan was mildly surprised.
"Neat freak, huh."
Not just smart—shrewd. She knew exactly how to play to survive. To him, it was just a fish flopping sadly on the cutting board, but her freshness appealed.
"So you're a clean girl too, Nayae?"
"No, I'm a... dirty slut who fucks anyone. Sorry."
As they entered the bathroom, he smirked in satisfaction and kneaded her ass. Freshly adult, the taut bounce pushing back his palm was top quality.
"Hm, leaving a lewd pet like you unchecked would draw all sorts poking around."
"Never, absolutely never. I'm Teacher's pet only."
Nayae fidgeted at his displeased expression. Even matching his tastes had limits. She'd lived a perfectly normal sex life. Not knowing the bounds of his sadism fueled her anxiety.
"Animals mark their territory, Nayae. So Teacher needs to mark you well to keep you from wandering."
Entering the bathroom, Yuchan gave her a light shove. Nayae gauged the manual she'd just read and his lurid desires, choosing the most fitting response.