[16.2 Bitch Naked Exposure Walk]
A pristine white cham-ma liquid dripped from the anal plug in thick globs.
"Lift your ass, Bella."
Bella's eyes shook more violently at the sight of Ian casually pressing it against her.
Cham-ma. Back in the day on this continent, during wartime, it had been used alongside ginger to torture and humiliate captured women. Sure, it had been banned later on for being inhumane and all that... but Bella had only heard rumors about perverts using it secretly in sex these days. She never imagined she'd experience it firsthand.
She'd just thought those rumors were about twisted freaks messing around with food.
I never thought it'd happen to me...?!
It was already maddeningly itchy even on normal skin—impossible to endure. Smearing that shit on mucous membranes? She'd always figured anyone who did that had to be insane.
Well, okay... denying any curiosity at all would be a lie. But her old self had convinced herself she had zero interest in that stuff. She'd never once suspected she harbored masochistic tendencies.
She'd just brushed it off. Let it go in one ear and out the other.
I could never. No way in hell.
She had to refuse. This crossed the line. What the fuck did he think she was? He said he loved her, you bastard?! Couldn't he treat her a little nicer, like he did with that bitch Cheong-ah?!
But there was no way she could spit those words out and reject him outright.
Ian was surprisingly kind and considerate, actually. He took it for granted that he'd rather suffer himself than let his lovers—Bella or Cheong-ah—go through pain or hardship. He even quietly doted on them when they pretended not to notice. When they got sulky or pissed off, he'd rack his brain to cheer them up.
Gentle was the right word for him.
But that was daytime Ian. Right now, it was night. Night was completely different.
Night was when Ian dominated her.
She was his obedient bitch right now.
I'm... ngh.
His bitch.
Her mind might reject it, but her body obeyed faithfully, following his commands.
"Woof, woof... Master, huff huff..."
"...Yeah, good girl, Bella."
With the corners of her mouth curled up in a dopey grin.
If someone could read her mind and asked if she really hated it, Bella would shake her head proudly and declare:
As if. You moron.
How could she hate Ian dominating her?
Hell, she got more turned on by him treating her like this—shattering everything about her—than by his gentle side like with Cheong-ah.
Born a princess, raised amid everyone's expectations thanks to her overwhelming natural strength. Then hailed as the next queen. After losing her kingdom to her uncle, adored by her subordinates. Women envied her as a fellow woman. Men idolized her as the opposite sex. Subordinates one way, friends another—all of them expected things from Bella.
To meet those expectations, she'd constantly whipped herself into shape, staying composed and confident in front of others. And with every step, the void in her heart grew wider.
A deficiency. A craving for something.
Only now, in this position of utter submission to Ian, did she finally understand what it was.
I've wanted this from the start...
Someone who could handle her like this. Who could claim her body and soul completely. Who could dominate her utterly.
But it had to come with affection filling that void in her heart, too. Pure domination wouldn't cut it. If all she wanted was to be crushed underfoot, there were dozens, hundreds of ways. She wasn't humble enough to settle for that.
I'm greedy.
Extremely.
So, Ian...
You fucking adorable bastard.
...Push me harder.
She bent at the waist, raising her ass. Even before he ordered it, she grabbed her cheeks with both hands and spread them wide.
Splat—
Her lewd pussy dripping juices. The tight, puckered rosebud above it twitching.
"Good, Bella. That's my girl."
"W-woof woof..."
Even with magic halting her reproductive functions, exposing it so blatantly to someone was humiliating. Even if it was her beloved husband. Her master. Shame burned through her.
But her body was honest. Her womb throbbed. Her chest fluttered. Her asshole clenched in anticipation.
Ian chuckled as he stared at it.
"Looks like our Bella's excited. Your little hole's winking at me."
"Woof... huff..."
"Alright, I'll plug you up quick."
With that, he pressed the bottle's mouth to her asshole.
Bella jolted in shock, whipping her head around to yell at him.
"H-Hey?!"
Wait, wasn't it just supposed to be coated on the plug?!
She turned in bewilderment, only to see Ian's eyes curved like crescent moons. That bastard did this on purpose!
"I was just scaring you a bit for talking like a person when you're a bitch, but you broke the rules again?"
Ian had tricked her by only pressing the bottle close. She'd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. She'd thought he'd let slide her slip-up calling him "master," but this husband of hers!
"You fucking asshole..."
"Tsk tsk, calling your master a fucking asshole? You damn bitch."
Smack!
A palm striking the ass cheek she wasn't holding open.
"Kyaa?!"
She bit her lip hard amid the bitch's moan.
Ian looked down at her and grinned.
"Anyway, we're adding a little extra punishment. No complaints, right?"
"...Ughhh."
"Good. Special treatment—I'll only use half the bottle."
...My husband, but really.
What a crazy pervert... ♡
Cool liquid flowed into her asshole. Along with it, the sticky fluid burrowed deeper inside.
The itchy sensation crept upward. She bit her lip to endure.
But how long had it been? The sensitivity on her mucosa surged fiercely.
"W-Wait, husband, this is too much...!"
"Sorry, Bella. Too late."
The tickling intensified, her asshole and mucosa heating up. Her relaxed mind turned frantic.
Fuck, Ian, you dog...!
"Aaaaaah!"
Screw love—this was unbearable!
"Hek...! Hak...! Aaaah?!"
Itchy. Itchy. Itchy. It hurt! She wanted to scratch... right now!
Her hands released her ass unwittingly, flying to her hole.
"No. Hold it."
"I can't hold it, I caaan't!"
But Ian grabbed both her arms, pinning them.
"Agh, fuck, hng...! Aaaaaah! It's too much, hak...! Fuck, fuuuuck!"
Itchy, itchy...! She was going insane. Like thousands of bugs crawling and popping inside her ass. Plus a burning pain like a hot iron searing it. Like sharp needles pricking every bit of mucosa.
It hurt, it itched...!
"L-Let gooo...! Let me go, hak...! Husband, please...! Aaaah...! You doggg!"
"Not your husband right now. And you're cursing and disobeying..."
"Hng, hak...! Master, maaaaster...! Happy now?! Happy?! So let me go... hng, fuck, it itches...! Let me scratch my asshole, pleeease!"
"...Hah."
She cut him off, screaming desperately. Hurry, hurry, Ian, please...! Aaaaaah!
"Let go already, you fucking bastaaard!"
"...Oh really?"
Ian's voice turned ice cold.
Normal Bella would've caught the shift, panicked, and checked his mood. But with her asshole coated in cham-ma, she had no room for that.
"Fine. Do whatever."
Ian released her hands. She immediately jammed both to her ass, shoving two fingers deep and scraping wildly.
Squelch squelch!
"Ahng, ang...! Ahit...! Good, hak...!"
"That enough? Want this too?"
Ian casually offered the anal plug.
"Y-Yes!"
Bella snatched it and rammed it into her ass.
Plunge! Plunge plunge!
She twisted it, her hole clenching tight. But it wasn't enough. The girth was fine, but the length fell way short. To soothe this, she needed something shoved deep inside.
Like Ian's...
She spun toward him, gripping his leg tight, pleading.
"...Hek, hng. Husband, husbaaand..."
"What? Need something else?"
His voice sounded indifferent. She bit her lip, looking up at him.
"I-I'm sorry... I fucked up cursing when I shouldn't... Forgive me? Huh? Hak..."
"Okay. Forgiven."
"Th-Then...! Put your cock in. Here, quick, okay? Hubsy... My ass is gonna explode...!"
Quick, cock... She shook her hips side to side, begging.
"Sorry, Bella."
"Sorry for what? What do you mean?"
"Well... your cursing killed my boner."
"...Huh?"
Ian looked down at her and smirked.
"What now? It's not getting hard."
"Get it hard first then," he said, dropping his pants and shoving his cock in her face.