Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: #09 Teaching Assistant Day-0, Naye (4)
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1.
Yuchan harbored various unusual sexual desires, and thus he respected the diverse sexual fetishes that existed in the world.
Sexual desire was one of the raw instincts that laid humans bare, alongside the urges for sleep and food.
However, even he couldn't comprehend one thing.
Scatology.
He thought it was play that made his stomach churn just imagining it.
Yet through various experiences, he realized that soft scat play was efficient for inducing submission.
In the past, at Auschwitz concentration camps, they rationed prisoners very small amounts of water.
He had read research documents stating that those who used that meager water for washing their faces maintained far better mental health than those who didn't.
Cleanliness was one of the key factors deeply tied to human dignity.
In other words, deliberately defiling it made it much easier to devastate the mind.
"Please mark Naye's face toilet with Teacher's urine."
Thus, Yuchan included an item in the pet behavior code: when urinating, receive it on your face.
It was an ambiguous compromise called a golden shower, but Yuchan had no desire for anything beyond that, nor did it suit his tastes.
However, the model student who had been raised as a precious only child, devoting herself solely to studies,
was now kneeling naked, volunteering as a urinal.
This humiliating act, utterly divorced from the everyday life Naye had once enjoyed, shattered the self-image and ideals that had defined her up to now.
"Such a good girl."
"...."
Even Naye, who had barely maintained a friendly demeanor until moments ago, seemed to feel profound humiliation from this act.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, her upturned gaze on the verge of spilling tears.
Yuchan unbuckled his belt and brought his member to her face.
He slowly rolled the still-not-fully-erect member over her face.
It felt good brushing her straight nose bridge and stinging against her long eyelashes.
Her hot breath, perhaps from surging emotions, tickled his groin.
He had loosened the choker for the moment.
He didn't want any unnecessary odors seeping in.
"Want to smell it?"
Naye sniffed lightly.
It smelled of flesh.
Just as well-maintained as a clean house—no foul odors beyond that.
Reaction to body odor was one of the primal animal instincts remaining in humans.
Fueled by Yuchan's pheromone-laden scent and the groundwork laid over time, Naye's body heated up without room for refusal.
Unlike the sharp pangs of misery stabbing her heart, her lower abdomen smoldered like embers gradually igniting.
Perplexed by the tingling in her womb's depths, Naye faltered.
"Good girl. Now close your eyes tight."
-Splashhhh...
A forceful stream of urine crashed against Naye's face, scattering onto the floor.
Her refined features, lips pursed inward like when misting a plant, grew filthy with the dirty secretion.
To Yuchan, it seemed futile, but if it brought her solace, he had no intention of stopping her.
Naye silently endured the urine on her face without even breathing.
Whether from humiliation, self-loathing, or sheer disgust, she barely suppressed her retching.
The urine defiling her face trickled down her ample cleavage and slender collarbones, invading her abdomen and thighs.
It evoked the image of a cute ortolan bunting, raised in a cage, drowned in Armagnac.
As the urine stream weakened, Yuchan swung his member, tapping her face to shake off the last drops.
Each slap made Naye's brow twitch and furrow.
"Your delicate face is a mess with piss now. Perfectly suits your station, Naye."
"Th-thank you..."
Her voice carried an unbearable weariness and self-hatred thicker than mud.
She could feel her heart pounding fiercely even as she was treated not as a sexual object, but as a mere thing.
She desperately didn't want to admit it, but for some reason, her body was aroused.
"Teacher will wash you. Stay still."
Yuchan tempered the water to lukewarm and rinsed the soiled Naye's face and body with the showerhead.
Naye knelt motionless like livestock being cleaned, watching as Yuchan wiped her stained flesh.
"Do you understand why Teacher used you as a urinal, Naye?"
"Because... I'm a slut who spreads her pussy for anyone who asks..."
Her voice drained of strength, perhaps from the welling sorrow.
She felt numb from the shock.
Yet her word choice to match Yuchan's tastes was admirably improvised.
As Yuchan personally shampooed her hair, ensuring no lingering stench, he slowly shook his head.
"From now on, answer honestly. Naye, are you wet right now?"
Naye cautiously slipped her hand downward, probing her groin.
A thick, hot love juice oozed out, denser and warmer than she could've imagined.
She had felt it while being treated like an object.
It was a greater despair than the act of taking urine on her face itself.
"Yes..."
Yuchan whispered into the ear of Naye, who murmured tiny with shame.
"Because Teacher knew your true nature. Even as you studied diligently every day, you were always just 'regretting' it, weren't you? It doesn't feel right. Everyone else does it, so I do too—but is this really the path for me?"
Salmon symbolize regression.
Naye could only long for the past and regret.
That was the vulnerability Yuchan exploited.
In her bruised, immature heart from unprecedented torment, where judgment faltered, he relentlessly injected his poison.
"It's because the ideal self you imagine is detached from the real Naye. See, even now—in what was practically rape earlier—you got wet just from your nipples being clipped."
"Yes..."
Under Yuchan's whispered false enlightenment, Naye, beginning to delude herself, answered in a deflated voice.
"The Choi Naye you think of is just your wishful thinking. A vain fantasy sprouted from 'I wish I were this kind of person.' Right now, you're feeling it while taking piss on your face."
"Yes..."
Rinsing the shampoo roughly and even applying treatment himself, Yuchan began coaxing her with a gentle voice.
He didn't expect instant results.
But given a week, breaking his immature pupil's mind would be as simple as snapping a child's wrist.
"I wanted to teach you that. The way for Naye to truly be happy is to be treated like an object and escape the societal shackles you've internalized, finding your true self."
"Really?"
"Sometimes, you must let go of everything you hold to face the truth."
Nonsense, Naye rebuked inwardly.
It was just pretty words criminals used to justify their actions.
Yet it was true that his words rippled through her.
"There, all clean now."
His hand patted her softened hair from the treatment.
Perhaps because she had been driven to the brink of death earlier.
Even naked and violated before him in the same situation, she felt a sliver of kindness from his gentle hair-washing touch.
The all-too-common 'Stockholm syndrome' from movies.
A phenomenon where victims accept human rights violations as inevitable and fixate only on the occasional kindness from the perpetrator.
Humans easily adapt to constant despair.
They abandon hopes of a happy future and seal their hearts.
He had no intention of allowing that.
Despair one grows numb to isn't true despair.
By mixing kindness and fear,
he plunged her into chaos where she couldn't discern her own emotions.
Having felt an inexplicable peace from his kindness—one even she couldn't justify—he ordered her to dry off meticulously and return to the bedroom.
2.
As she refastened the choker from the shelf and stepped out of the bathroom, the front door came into view.
Should she just flee through the door like this?
Yuchan was in the bedroom.
And the entrance was closer to the bathroom than the bedroom.
Naked or not, if she ran now and sought help nearby, she might be rescued.
"Naye, how long are you going to make me wait?"
His voice from the bedroom made her legs, poised to sprint, stiffen as if rooted.
If she failed to escape, would she be pierced and killed by that crossbow he boasted about?
Or face something far more brutal.
She lacked the courage for such a gamble.
Mocking her own frailty, Naye took a step.
Her previously immobile legs staggered as if hypnotized.
"Coming now. All clean."
Naye willingly reentered the hellish bedroom.
There sat Yuchan, just slipping on white latex gloves.
An aluminum 007 briefcase, absent earlier, lay wide open on the bed.
Its shadowed contents were hidden from view.
"Hold out your hand like this?"
"Yes."
She swallowed the fearful "Why?"
She was Yuchan's pet for a week.
Pets didn't need questions.
They just obeyed.
With self-suggestion, she extended her slender wrist, which Yuchan deftly bound with a leather belt.
His skilled handiwork—not his first or second time—was secure yet not painful.
"Proper marking should be with an object rather than scent. Humans aren't great with smells anyway."
"What does that... mean..."
Yuchan hooked his hands under her armpits and lifted her onto the bed.
Her side boob filled his palms exquisitely in the process.
Then he hooked the belt to the ceiling.
Only then did Naye look up and gasp.
Several hooks for chains dotted the ceiling.
At her reaction, Yuchan chuckled sheepishly.
"Teacher's a bit of a pervert. Though probably not as much as Naye."
Scanning him anxiously, Naye spotted the syringe in his hand.
Suppressing her urge to scream, she asked cautiously.
"What are you doing now?"
"Piercing you. Your pretty nipples."
Yuchan brought the metal case and displayed it before her half-suspended form.
It brimmed with piercings of every shape she'd never seen.
From colorful adorned ones to simple black— to pierce her sensitive nipples with these?
Her feet barely touching the bed trembled violently.
She understood "knees buckling" with her whole body.
"T-Teacher, please spare me. I'll die if you do this..."
"You think you'll really die?"
Yuchan glanced at the crossbow.
Naye clamped her mouth and shook her head vigorously.
"No, please do it! I really want my nipples pierced, Teacher."
Yuchan didn't enjoy women screaming in pain, so he prepared a humane procedure.
He inserted the needle into an ampule from the case and drew it up.
This time, without asking, toward her nipple—Naye fixed her gaze on the needle.
She seemed terrified, so he reassured her.
"Local anesthetic from the dentist. It has epinephrine, a vasoconstrictor, so bleeding will be minimal. It won't hurt much, don't worry."
As he said, just a sharp prick, no real pain.
Naye meekly watched the needles pierce both nipples.
So utterly unreal.
After today's counseling session with Teacher,
she'd planned to regroup in a day or two and dive back into studies.
Nipple piercing—even porn stars rarely did it.
After a wait, Yuchan gripped her nipple and pierced it with a sterilized needle.
Despite the many blood vessels in nipples, bleeding was as minimal as popping a pimple.
No sensation, yet watching her body part modified right before her eyes was eerie.
"If Naye ever got ideas and ran from me, I'd be in real trouble."
"I won't... Naye belongs to Teacher."
"Still, better to be sure, right?"
Yuchan pulled her resident registration card from her wallet.
Born in 00, the digit after indeed started with 4, not 2.
He pierced the top of the ID with an awl and hung it from her left nipple with a safety pin.
Like a livestock tag, her full personal info dangled from Naye's nipple via her resident card.
"If you had a driver's license, I'd balance it on the other side. Shame there's only one ID."
Yuchan turned the camcorder back on and meticulously filmed from her face to the ID on her chest.
Finally grasping his intent, Naye desperately wanted to cover her face, but this position made it impossible.
"If you run, I'll upload these videos everywhere online. With your info so exposed, guys will go mad wanting to rape you. Anyone would crave a slut like this."
Fresh, bottomless despair brought silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
Filming even that with a smile, Yuchan set down the camcorder and released her.
"Don't think I'll scatter it vaguely like with Kim Hyunwoo. I'll make sure everyone in the world sees it. Teacher's pretty thorough, you know."
After a week,
could she truly escape all this?
In her fading conviction, Naye gently closed her eyes.