The Heat-Crazed Flesh Toilet Bitch Craves Cock
Liatris Berloche. She was a first-year like Isabella and me. Honestly, in this girls' academy there wasn't a single girl who wasn't a bitch, and she was no exception. A pretty, big-titted bitch. What she loved was SM play. A real sadist.
She was the one who used to whip me, kick me in the balls, slap them with her palm, get my cock hard, then snap her fingers right before I came so I couldn't finish—that kind of torment.
Fuck. Fuck.
Just thinking about it made hatred surge up hot in my chest.
I wanted to rip that smiling mouth of hers clean open—the kind of bright, rom-com smile she wore while chatting with her friends about which snack to buy at some bakery—but I was a man who knew how to wait.
I'd decided.
Once I finished training Isabella, Liatris was next. First, though, Isabella. I had to break this fucking bitch in properly or she'd keep crawling back up forever. I stayed quiet until Liatris left, confirmed she was gone, then straightened my clothes.
"That's enough. Get out of here. And tonight I'm coming to your dorm, so after dinner you stay in your room. Got it?"
Isabella's eyes went wide at my words.
"T-tonight again? Isn't this enough for today?"
"Not a chance. Your eyes are still full of defiance. You think I'd just leave that alone?"
I stroked her face gently as I said it. Isabella burst into tears and shot to her feet. She looked like her reason had snapped.
"Just kill me! Kill me already!!!!! You fucking bastard!!!!!!"
Ohhh. How was her reaction exactly the same as mine? When she'd pushed me past the limit with her bullying, I'd spat out the exact same line. And I still remembered perfectly what she'd said back to me then.
"What, is that my problem? As long as I'm having fun, who cares. Remember my order? You're not allowed to kill yourself. You'll live as my toy until you die. So just do whatever I say. Got it?"
"You fucking!!!!!!!! You dogshit bastard!!!! You devil!!!!!!!"
Isabella screamed and wailed like she'd fallen into full panic. She cried so pitifully that any normal person would have felt sorry for her.
But I'd already told her, hadn't I?
I knew her.
Very, very well.
"What the fuck is this dogshit tantrum. Acting up, are we? You think that shit works on me? You think those clumsy tears will make me pity you? Get up, you fucking bitch."
She stood. In the center of those tear-filled eyes I easily read the shock.
Of course.
Spoiled at home.
Recognized as a genius.
Friends all adored her. At home her word was law.
She'd tormented me to her heart's content, then the second she hit second year she got curious about sex and started calling every halfway decent-looking guy she could find to fuck her brains out—and every last one of them drooled over her.
She was a creature raised in every environment that could breed arrogance.
One tear and everyone used to fall over themselves for her.
But not me, you fucking bitch.
I'd lived through her a hundred times. Every run slightly different, like a proper roguelike—personality and relationships shifted just enough. Along the way I'd learned every petty detail about her whether I wanted to or not.
You think I don't know you?
Resist me, act out of line, and there will be a price.
That was the lesson a Flesh Toilet had to burn deepest into her bones. Understood?
"I think you need a punishment."
"P-please!! Stop!! Don't!!!!"
Maybe she remembered the dildo extraction; she suddenly dropped to her knees and rubbed her palms together. It was a humiliating posture, but the shock and terror of having her personality excreted must have been far worse.
Well.........
If I repeated it too often her personality might break for good, so I was trying to hold back a little. Besides, this time I wanted to torment her with something fresher. Thanks, you fucking bitches. All the ways you tortured me taught me plenty of creative ways to return the favor.
"Adding one body modification. Draw a tattoo near her womb. Effect: once I touch it, she stays in permanent heat. Only I can turn it off."
Settings confirmed. Proceeding with body modification!
"Hngk!!"
She jerked and collapsed to the floor. I forced her uniform top up and looked at her lower belly. A lewd purple womb tattoo had appeared there. I playfully tapped it; the mark instantly flushed pink.
Damn.
God-tier game, seriously.
These devs knew exactly what horny meant.
"Kyaaangh♥ Ughk♥ Haaungh♥"
Isabella writhed on the floor, body trembling. Heart marks floated in her pupils while she let out cute, sweet moans. Mmm. The heat effect was working perfectly.
"Good. Now I'll tell you what punishment you get for that little outburst just now. Stay like that until evening."
"What?!.........I-I have class........."
"Is that my problem? Figure it out. Oh, and for the record—any magic that calms your body is forbidden. Got it? You endure the entire afternoon in full heat. That's the punishment, you fucking bitch."
"P-please!! I have to go to class!! My grades matter!!!"
"I'll say it again..........is that my problem? What's a Flesh Toilet bitch need brains for? Just live stupid. You fucking bitch. And one more thing."
I dropped my pants again, pulled out my cock, and aimed it at her face.
"Open your mouth. And drink."
"W-what!?!..............Mmph!!!"
What do you think, you fucking bitch. Piss. Everything you did to me, I'm paying back in full.
"Gulp............gulp♥"
She had no choice but to drink. Eyes squeezed shut, tears welling, she forced down the urine pooling in her mouth.
"How's Master's holy water taste, you fucking bitch?"
"Cough!! Cough!...........Uwaaah!! Aauaah!!!!"
She screamed—rage or panic, who knew. I didn't care. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock down her throat.
"Gotta clean it with a blowjob too, you dogshit bitch. If you're a toilet, act like one."
I enjoyed a thorough cleaning blowjob, then got hard again and thrust deep into her throat-pussy until I came once more. Only then was I satisfied.
"Clean yourself up and get out."
I left her sobbing and walked out of the bathroom.
Ah, fuck.
The pleasure was insane.
It felt like her womb, her cunt, her clit, her nipples, even her armpits were on fire. Every erogenous zone she had was going haywire.
"Oghk♥"
Even after Rascal left, Isabella stayed in the bathroom a long time, body shaking. The arousal wouldn't fade. She was so wound up that the lightest touch felt like it would make her cum.
"Fucking Rascal, that bastard!..........Hngh!!"
Trembling, she forced herself back to the classroom. Her body was hypersensitive, but that was all. If she avoided physical contact as much as possible, maybe she could endure.
"This dogshit..........what the hell kind of magic is this!!"
She wanted to draw up her mana right then and strip the unknown something off her body completely, but she couldn't. She had already learned, over and over, what happened if she disobeyed that bastard Rascal's orders.
In the end she had no choice but to sit through the entire day of classes like this.
"Isabella. You...........are you okay?"
When she returned to the classroom her friends approached with worried faces, but Isabella hurriedly waved them off.
"I-it's nothing! Really! My skin's just a little itchy and sore. D-don't touch me."
"Oh my! Okay."
"But Isabella, your eyes..........."
At that she hastily covered her pupils.
Clear heart marks floating in them.
She could hide everything else, but her eyes were impossible. She wanted to cast a distortion spell so no one would see, but the order forbade even that.
Everyone stared. Ragged panting. Flushed eyes. And the heart pupils. No one could help thinking something lewd. The humiliation and terror that flooded Isabella were crushing.
The hierarchy among girls was scarier than people realized.
The second a bad rumor started, becoming an outcast took no time at all.
Before word spread that she was the bitch who'd gotten horny in the middle of class, she had to move fast.
"S-sorry. My eyes are acting weird. I think I need to go to the infirmary."
"U-uh, yeah. Okay."
Everyone was looking at her strangely. Isabella barely held back the tears of rage and frustration and hurried back to her dorm.
"Haa..........ngh!!"
She barely managed to set a soundproofing spell before collapsing onto the floor.
"Goddamn it!!!!"
The pleasure wouldn't leave her body. She stayed burning hot, demanding sex.
Trembling, she shoved a hand between her legs.
The moment she lightly touched her clit, massive pleasure crashed over her.
"Hngh!! Oohk♥"
She made a vulgar sound and climaxed in an instant. Juices sprayed as she shuddered. But even after orgasm her body refused to settle.
"Why is it like this!!"
The lust that should have cooled stayed exactly the same. Her arousal level too. By now it was pure torture. No matter how she soothed herself, the heat wouldn't drop.
"Kyaaaaah!! Rascal!! You dog bastard!!! You son of a bitch!!!!!!"
After roughly thirty orgasms she lay trembling and limp on the floor.
She'd cum so many times her body was at its limit. Yet she still couldn't sleep. The arousal kept her body burning, her mind unable to rest.
"Hngh............hngh!!............P-please stop this..........make it stop!...........ngh♥"
She spent a long time trembling, swimming through waves of terrifying pleasure, but no matter what she did the heat never faded. She started to worry that if this continued the fluids would drain every drop of moisture from her body and she'd die of dehydration.
In the end Isabella could no longer cling to pride. She desperately slammed the door open and raced back to the classroom.
She flung open the first-year classroom door and spotted Rascal in the farthest corner of the back row, head down on his desk, asleep.
"Oh my! Miss Isabella! I thought you'd gone to the infirmary........."
Ignoring the teacher, Isabella grabbed Rascal's arm and dragged him straight back to her dorm. Seeing how frantic she was, Rascal smirked and let himself be pulled along without resistance.
She shut the door, reapplied the soundproofing spell, then dropped to her knees.
"Please!!!............I lose............please just make it stop now. Master."
Hearing her completely broken voice begging, Rascal burst out laughing.
"That so? Then..........."
Rascal dropped his pants. He presented his thick, long cock right in front of Isabella's eyes.
"Suck it, you fucking bitch."