#19 Rear Hole Development (2)
“Hehehe, perfect.”
Nayae rinsed Seohyun’s pussy with warm water, washing away the traces left by the razor. Staring down at her own crotch—now impeccably smooth, without a single trace of fine fuzz—Seohyun let out a faint sigh. With the pubic hair that had at least somewhat veiled the delicate contours of her genitals utterly gone, a sharper surge of shame welled up inside her than before.
There hadn’t been much hair to begin with, so scissors weren’t needed. Nayae flicked her glossy petals with her fingertips.
“Fashion model Seohyun. How’s it feel to have a baby cunt that suits your station?”
“Don’t... Nayae, why are you doing this... sob sob...”
Tears streamed down Seohyun’s face as she pleaded, Nayae thrusting the camera right up close and spewing those vicious words. The once haughty, ethereal beauty was utterly ruined. But Nayae—who’d nearly lost her teacher—had no intention of forgiving her for a mere display like that. From her perspective, they hadn’t even gotten started.
“Now that it’s shaved nice and clean, you’ll feel every caress even better. Why cry? You should be thrilled.”
“I... I was wrong to jump you... I’m regretting it so much, really reflecting... please, just stop...”
Nayae wasn’t satisfied with the apology. How could it be sincere if Seohyun didn’t even know what she’d done wrong? Nayae had no desire to forgive her until she truly understood.
“If you’re full of regret and reflection, doesn’t that mean I can do anything I want?”
“This is too much...”
“Too much?”
Nayae pried open the tightly clenched slit with her fingers. Thanks to the prolonged fingering before the shave, fragrant pussy juice clung stickily there.
“Drooling cunt slime like this while you apologize—how’s that sincere?”
Seohyun recoiled in shock at the crude term “cunt slime” from Nayae’s refined lips—a word she’d never heard in her life.
“Trying to steal my teacher, and you don’t even know what you did wrong, just putting on a show with your apology. Looks like Seohyun needs a lot more punishment.”
“Wh-when did I ever...! I had zero interest in the teacher!”
Steal the teacher? What on earth did that mean? Seohyun had no interest in men—let alone a lunatic like Yuchan. Nayae scoffed at her dazed expression and shoved a massive syringe forward, as thick as her forearm. Instead of a needle, it had a thin, long rubber tube at the tip. With a forceful suck, Nayae drew up the water—slurp, glug—filling the cylinder.
“Wh-what’s that?”
“The teacher said you’re better than me. Called me a used-up rag who tossed her virginity to her boyfriend.”
Was Yuchan tormenting Nayae like this too? A man who’d tattooed her labia couldn’t possibly treat her normally. Forgetting her own dire straits, Seohyun felt pity for Nayae.
“But you’re still pure. I get why the teacher likes you. A tall, slim, pretty virgin like Seohyun—it’s only natural.”
Ignoring Seohyun’s sympathy entirely, Nayae worked up a lather of soap bubbles and began rubbing them into Seohyun’s asshole.
“Hik!”
Seohyun yelped at the sudden stimulation. Nayae’s finger slowly coated the sensitive hole—no one had ever touched—with bubbles, caressing every pink wrinkle.
“If even a pristine girl like you turns into a bitch in heat just from ass-fingering, don’t you think the teacher might despise you a little?”
“W-wait... not there... kugh!!”
The syringe hadn’t seemed that big, but as it forced its way into her asshole, an overwhelming pressure hit her. It hurt like blood might spill. Nayae plunged the piston deep.
Lukewarm water flooded her guts in a rush. Seohyun realized what was coming.
“I’m the teacher’s, and he’s mine alone. I’ll train your ass so well he won’t even touch your pussy. You get to keep your virginity—happy now?”
“Ugh... no... hate it...”
“I hate dirty stuff too. Let’s enema till it’s spotless. You’ve never done it, but twenty times oughta do it, right?”
“Uek... uek...”
Over a liter gushed into her belly at once. Nayae gently tapped the strangely swelling stomach and dragged Seohyun to the toilet.
“Haa... haa...”
Seohyun learned firsthand just how much stamina an enema drained. The bizarre sensation of rinsing her guts over and over—like vital energy being sucked out through her lower belly. And with Nayae eagerly filming her grotesque state right in front of her, the mental toll doubled. No woman wanted anyone—especially Nayae—to see her like that.
Even after clear water sprayed out, Nayae jabbed the syringe into her anus over ten more times. By the end, Seohyun had given up and simply obeyed. Her asshole throbbed with raw sting.
Back in the master bedroom, Nayae positioned Seohyun prone on the bed, stacking two pillows under her lower belly to hoist her ass high. Toys littered the bedside: anal beads, plugs, vibes—all Yuchan’s tools for rear-end training. After long sessions of conditioning at his place, Nayae could find anything blindfolded.
“Exclusive coverage: today we’re filming Seohyun’s secret hole in full. Just wrapped twenty enemas. The rim’s slightly agape, puckering away.”
Beaming at the camera like a reporter, Nayae slathered lube gel over her latex gloves. The gesture screamed she wanted no part of anything dirty, deepening Seohyun’s shame.
“First up, counting the anal wrinkles. One, two...”
“Hiiiik!!!”
Everyone’s different, but the anus was undeniably an erogenous zone—and for women, an ultra-private spot even more taboo than the pussy. With it splayed open, Nayae’s gloved finger tracing the wrinkles sent Seohyun curling in humiliation, even as ticklish pleasure prickled through her.
“Jeez, keep twitching and I can’t count straight.”
Teasing the chrysanthemum flower with slow, caressing strokes, Nayae smacked Seohyun’s perky asscheek.
An inexpressible humiliation burned her face tomato-red; she couldn’t utter a word. Chills escalated to full-body shudders.
“Thirty-three, thirty-four. Good girl. Why’re you shaking like that? Not getting off on my touch, are you?”
“N-no!”
“Be good today, and I’ll let you devour my pussy to your heart’s content. So behave? Fingers first.”
Her ass now red and handprinted from the spanking during the count. Without giving Seohyun a chance to reply, Nayae thrust her middle finger deep.
“Hiiik!!... ugrrrgh...”
Seohyun buried her face in the bed, her upper body convulsing like a startled shrimp. The finger—thicker and more insistent than the syringe tip—brutally stretched her sphincter as it invaded.
“Ow... hurts... Nayae... pull it... out...”
Loosened somewhat by the enemas, but this virgin territory had zero experience with insertions. Feeling her whole body lock rigid around a single finger, Seohyun begged desperately.
“Seohyun’s first anal finger makes her go ‘Hiiik!! Ugrrrgh...’ So fucking pathetic. All high-class pretense usually... pfft.”
“Uuk... uk...”
Nayae’s reporter-style mockery as she filmed her degradation made Seohyun’s eyes burn hotter. She’d probably shed more tears these past two days than in her entire life.
Nayae’s slender, long finger spread the lube evenly over her rectal walls. The gel warmed by body heat, the bumpy texture filtering through the thin latex. As the finger began slow in-and-out strokes, sticky anal mucosa clung greedily.
“Remember, Seohyun—you’re beneath me. Beg politely.”
“We’re... friends...”
“Fine, stay like that. One finger now—but I’ll keep adding till my whole fist is in.”
“Hiiiik...!!”
Her ass already strained by one; Nayae’s entire hand—even small—would shatter her completely.
“Like it? Starting to twitch more? Feeling good in your ass, Seohyun?”
Nayae’s voice rose, laced with excitement. Seohyun couldn’t believe the lewd squelch-squelch echoing from her own asshole. She just wanted out of this gut-raking agony.
“N-Nayae-nim... please remove your finger from my asshole...”
“More vulgar. More polite.”
Nayae finally got why Yuchan tormented her so—she reveled in it now. The confident supermodel reduced to blubbering pleas from a single anal finger. No wonder he was so cruel.
“Na... Nayae... teac...!!!”
“Puckering like that teaches me nothing—sorry, Seohyun.”
Now fully relaxed, the hole eagerly sucked the finger in. Nayae pistoned vigorously; Seohyun’s half-formed words dissolved into bizarre moans. What had been pure pain with each thrust gradually morphed into pleasure.
“P-please... stop jab-jab-jabbing my shit hole... haang!!”
“Why?”
“I don’t wanna sink into the dirtier hole!!! Don’t want it... please... please!!!”
Her tiny, shameful whisper exploded into a scream. Nayae grinned in satisfaction and withdrew the finger.
“Hauuuu...❤”
Mucosa tugged outward with it, cold lube splattering her ass. To feel pleasure from that filthy hole she’d never even touched herself—not her pussy. Self-disgust slumped her body limp.
“Aww, such a good girl.”
Nayae patted her ass soothingly. The childish condescension was pure insult. Still, Seohyun clung to a sliver of relief that the arrow had veered away—for now.
It didn’t last. Like a mother turtle after laying eggs, her spent, gaping asshole soon welcomed something new.
“Hiiik..!! Wh-what are you doing?”
“Kept my promise—finger’s out. Now for something else.”
Impaled in Seohyun’s ass were anal beads, the go-to for awakening anal sensitivity. Shiny pink, with beads growing larger toward the end—perfect for gradual muscle relaxation.
She’d begged with such shameful words, only for another toy right away. Despair gripped her as Nayae proudly arrayed her arsenal like trophies. At least twenty varieties: huge beads threaded on long strings, bumpy pearl-encrusted vibes, graded dilator sets, even electric silicone tentacle dildos waving like sea anemones. Grotesque implements no porn star had likely endured.
“The teacher’s packing serious heat—if he just rammed it in your ass, you’d be in diapers for life.”
“Ah... ah...”
“So we’ll try every single one in your rear. I’ll train you till you crave anal more than pussy.”
“Please... don’t...”
Ignoring Seohyun’s tear-streaked face, Nayae set briskly to resuming the training.