A New Flesh Toilet

"Isabella? Are you in there? Are you okay?"

"Should we come in?"

The moment her friends made to open the door and step inside, Isabella's hand shot up with startling speed. Some kind of telekinetic magic slammed the door shut and held it fast.

"N-no!! W-wait a second!!"

Her frantic voice sent a murmur of concern through the girls outside. She pushed herself up and staggered to the door, blocking them from entering.

"I-I look like a complete mess right now.......... Could you come back later?"

"You said you were going to the infirmary. Why'd you suddenly come back to the classroom and drag that Rascal guy off with you?"

"Isabella. Open the door. We bought you a bunch of stuff."

Mmm. Good friends. Yeah. Keep talking. I'll just keep fucking you while you do. Exhausted from the overwhelming climax, Isabella was leaning against the door with her hands braced on it, ass thrust out behind her. I stepped up behind her.

I gave her ass a light squeeze, then casually peeled down her stockings and panties and guided my cock to her pussy, still glistening with her own juices. Isabella's eyes went wide as she twisted around to look at me.

A gaze full of desperate pleading. Please don't.

I met those eyes and shoved my cock straight into her cunt.

A wet, filthy squelch filled the air as Isabella frantically clamped a hand over her mouth. The violent trembling of her body told me exactly how much pleasure she was drowning in.

Well, well.

What are you gonna do? You're one slip away from your friends finding out you're getting your worthless pussy drilled while they're standing right outside.

"Isabella? Isabella?"

"What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

I fucked her cunt without restraint, putting real ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠force into every thrust that drove her forward. Her uselessly massive tits ground against the door with wet, meaty slaps. Hearing the sound, her friends called out again, even more worried. Isabella fought desperately not to moan as she opened her mouth, but it was far from easy.

"It's nothing♥............really♥"

"Why does your voice sound like that? Isabella?"

"I just♥.........think I have a really high fever♥..........or something♥"

Tears streamed down her face as she clenched her teeth. Drool was already spilling from her lips. The womb tattoo from earlier had left her in a permanent state of heat, her body hypersensitive to the point of breaking — and the stimulation of sex was more than she could endure. Her voice shook as she forced out the conversation, laced inevitably with the heat of pleasure.

"Just open the door for a second. Let us see your face."

"Is it that bad, Isabella? Hang on, we're coming in."

"No!!!! Anything but that!!!"

Her desperate shout made her friends flinch. Even through the door, I could feel a cold, frigid aura settle over the hallway — strong enough that even a guy like me could sense it. Isabella seemed to realize it too, but it was already too late.

"I-I look like a total wreck right now..........."

"That's pretty cold. We came all this way to check on you and you won't even open the door? Kinda hurts, you know."

Oof. Getting cut off by her best friends, huh? Well, yeah. If someone bought me gifts and then refused to open the door while making weird noises, I'd cut them off too. Her pussy's clamping down tight, and the situation's getting interesting. This is one hell of a show.

I subtly picked up the pace of my thrusts. Isabella started to say something, then shuddered violently and slapped a hand over her mouth. While I was at it, I gently stroked her swollen clit with my fingers. A gush of fluid sprayed out, soaking my lower abdomen. This fucking bitch just pissed herself. Go on, keep spraying.

"I'm sorry♥.............. P-please, later..............♥♥"

"..........Alright. Isabella. We'll leave the stuff by the door, so once you're feeling better, make sure you open up, okay?"

"See you later in class."

"Yeah♥........see you.........later♥"

She never once let a moan slip free. Damn. This bitch is one tough little whore. The moment she heard her friends' footsteps fading away, Isabella locked the door and cast a soundproofing spell. She wrung out every last drop of remaining reason to get that barrier up — and the second it was in place, she unleashed every stifled, feverish moan she'd been holding back.

"Kyaaaaang♥ Heuuuugh♥"

"You love it, you fucking bitch. You're just pure filth through and through."

I slammed into her pussy with wet, meaty impacts, and every thrust wrung those ridiculous little sounds out of her — heugh, heugh. I glanced at her eyes from the side. Hearts had completely flooded her pupils.

Blood was streaming from her nose again. So this is what they mean by feeling so good you could die, huh?

"Your cunt's squeezing so fucking hard. Hey, you fucking bitch. I'm gonna dump it in your mouth, so get ready."

"Haaang♥ Ugh?"

I drove my cock deep one last time into the spot that made her feel everything, then pulled out and forced the bitch to her knees. I pried her mouth open, aimed my cock at it, and stroked myself until I came. Thick, jelly-like ropes of cum erupted in heavy spurts, pooling inside her mouth.

No matter how many times I see it, the sight always gets me hard. I never get tired of it.

"Don't swallow. Not yet. Got it?"

While she knelt there trembling, expression completely slack, mouth full of cum, I stepped back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a little and aimed my cock at her face.

"You're soaked in sweat. Let me help you take a shower."

Not just any shower.

A golden shower.

"Ugh!!.........Ah!"

A thick stream of piss sprayed out in a satisfying arc. She had no choice but to take it full in the face. And since her mouth was already open, the piss pooled right in with the cum.

Whoa.

Holy shit, this feels incredible.

This is revenge.

Watching the disgust and revulsion surface on Isabella's face — a face that had been melting in pleasure just moments before — was pretty damn enjoyable too. Even wearing that expression, she squeezed her eyes shut in resignation and endured the humiliation of taking my piss on her face. And that look was genuinely hot.

When I finally finished pissing, she sat there with her mouth still open, holding a mixture of piss and cum inside. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Beautiful eyes. Still full of rage, but starting to crack.

"Now drink. Everything in your mouth."

She closed her lips and gulped down the piss and cum. The second she finished swallowing, her face twisted like she was about to vomit — but she fought the nausea with everything she had.

".........Are we done now?"

Her school blouse was soaked through with sweat and piss. Her stockings and panties were half-pulled down. Her miniskirt clung wetly to her ass. Looking up at me in that filthy, lewd state, she asked the question.

I stepped closer and tapped both her cheeks with my cock as I spoke.

"That's enough for today. Looking at that nosebleed, your body's at its limit. I'm a merciful master, you know. I don't particularly enjoy watching my toys break. So I'm letting you off today........... but I'll be back tomorrow. And the day after that. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want — I'm going to fuck that cunt of yours. So always be ready. Keep yourself clean. Neat and pretty. Dress yourself up in a way that makes your master happy."

She gripped one arm tightly with the other and lowered her head. She trembled as she swallowed the humiliation — then, at last, she nodded.

"Yes. I will."

"You'd better. And you should tone down that attitude of yours. Otherwise I'll punish you. You've already experienced infinite personality excretion once, so you know how terrifying it is."

"........."

"You barely managed to hold back your moans just now — but you don't want your friends to see you in heat, spraying love juice everywhere with an ahegao face, do you? Hmm? Should I order you to walk up to the front of the class in the middle of a lecture and show everyone that face? Hmm? What would your friends think of you? What would your reputation at the Academy become? Hmm?"

At my kindly delivered threat, her body flinched and shuddered.

Personality excretion was terrifying, sure — but for women as a species, the scariest thing of all was being cast out from the group. A truth I'd naturally come to understand after spending so long in a female-dominated society.

Social burial and personality collapse.

I now held both of the weapons women feared most. Isabella's tears had run dry; she just hung limp. I gave her head a few casual pats.

"Remember my advice. You survive by staying on my good side. Got it? So from now on, the second I give the order, you drop those stockings and panties and present that pussy. You're a Flesh Toilet. A Flesh Toilet. Think carefully about what that means. Understood?"

".............Yes. Master."

Complete resignation.

Fucking her right in front of her friends earlier had clearly done the trick. I'd been considerate enough to let her scrape by that time — but what if I'd ordered her outright to put on a vulgar show for them?

Unable to refuse a command, she would have had no choice but to display the one thing she never wanted anyone to see. Her friends' little get-well visit had driven that truth into her bones. She wouldn't be able to defy me anymore.

Of course, given this fucking bitch's personality, she'd still snap and talk back from time to time. But now I had a reliable way to crush her every single time she did.

At last.

This wild-horse of a bitch had been broken for the first time.

"I'm leaving. Clean yourself up and get some rest. Change your clothes too. See you in class tomorrow, you fucking bitch. Ah — before that. You got any money on you?"

".........."

"Hand over everything you've got. If I find out you held anything back later, that's one dildo extraction per copper."

She had no choice but to let me clean her out of every last gold coin. Roughly five hundred gold, by the look of it. Fucking bitch. Being rich must be nice — she's loaded. I left her room. Just before the door closed, I thought I heard a faint sobbing sound. So what?

As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters.

Sympathy for bitches like her is a luxury you can't afford.

My pockets were stuffed, my self-esteem was stuffed, and with my lust burned off, my head was crystal clear.

How could anything feel this good? This fun!!

Sorry for calling you a shitty game all this time.

You're a god-tier game. A god-tier game.

If this was in here, you could've told me sooner.

Why make me grind through a hundred fucking runs before letting me know?

I headed back to my dorm humming a little tune, a grin on my face.

The moment I got there, I locked the door tight and sprawled out on the bed.

"Isabella's been broken. She won't dare talk back to me anymore."

With Isabella under control, it felt like I'd cleared the tutorial. Now it was time to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠start messing with other people in earnest...........

In the original story, this was about the point where Isabella would have been forcing every humiliating, disgusting femdom play on me imaginable — and then the other girls who'd joined her little Stress Relief Club would start tormenting me too.

And the first bitch to join that Stress Relief Club was none other than Leatris.

That short-haired, energetic fucking bitch.

She'd done some truly unforgivable shit to me during our SM sessions. That one too.

Let's see.

Because of this godawful roguelike system, I had no idea what kind of personality this version of Leatris had, or what her relationships looked like. I needed to find out — but the problem was that doing so came with risk.

"Until I get her personality excreted, she's dangerously fucking dangerous."

What if I slipped up and those bitches hit me with magic before I could even start the excretion?

Instant death. Guaranteed.

I needed to be as careful as humanly possible.

"That fucking bitch Leatris is such a social ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠butterfly, she's almost never alone..........."

Leatris. A girl with an absurd number of friends. Trying to create a situation where it was just the two of us the proper way would take a ton of time and legwork. It was annoying, and I didn't particularly feel like doing it.

With this, I wouldn't need to do things the proper way at all.