The Bitch Flesh Toilet Who Rejoices in Being Beaten

"You're back? How was it? Have a good day today?"

I snickered as I watched Isabella trudge back looking thoroughly miserable. She flopped down onto the tea table without a word.

"Everything else was fine. Except for the part where my soles and cleavage were so damp it felt disgusting, and then I had to scrape it all off in the bathroom and eat it in secret until I thought I was going to throw up."

"So you did end up eating it, huh? How was it?"

"It was revolting."

I liked the honesty, at least. I burst out laughing and told Isabella to go wash up.

"After you wash, don't put any clothes on. Come back naked. Got it? Makes it easier to fuck you that way."

"..........Understood."

"And before you go in, put a soundproofing spell on the room. Don't freak out if you hear a woman screaming while you're bathing. I picked up another Flesh Toilet, so you're going to be hearing a lot of screaming from now on."

"Yes."

Isabella, her face half-resigned by now, cast the soundproofing spell and shuffled off into the bathroom. Mood was excellent. Fucking bitch. Alright — that bitch normally took a good forty minutes just to wash, dry her hair, and do all that nonsense, so I could leave her like that and take my time. I waited for Leatris to show up.

Knock knock.

"I-Isabella? Are you in there?"

Oh-ho. Speak of the devil. Leatris had arrived at the perfect moment. I smirked and opened the door. On the other side stood a startled-looking Leatris.

"You?............What are you doing in Isabella's room?"

"Whatever. Get in here, you fucking bitch."

Her face crumpled at the words "fucking bitch," ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but she stepped inside anyway. Ordinarily she would have worn that leisurely little smile and toyed with me however she pleased — but she was nowhere near her usual self.

"Where's Isabella?"

"My Flesh Toilet Number One is washing up right now. In a little while she'll walk out naked and service me."

".......What? Have you lost your mind? Ugh."

Leatris clutched her abdomen and writhed. With her belly packed full of jelly, of course she would. I smirked at her, then slowly began to explain. The first step of training always started the same way — laying out the hierarchy between a Flesh Toilet and her Master.

"Something weird happened today, right? Your asshole suddenly started hurting. Felt like someone was groping your chest. Your friends suddenly started thrashing around like they'd been beaten somewhere and then collapsed. Am I right?"

"How do you know that? Don't tell me you—.........."

"Yeah. That was me. All of it."

Leatris let out a hollow laugh.

"I don't know what you did, but you're going to regret it. A guy who can't even cast magic properly talking to a woman like that? Looks like you need a little education........."

Leatris ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠raised her hand, preparing to cast a spell. Tsk. A properly trained Isabella would never have done that. Because Isabella knew — the moment you used magic to try and hurt me—

"Ugh!?!?!.......Guh!!"

—your stomach would start to hurt. Hit with a massive wave of abdominal pain, Leatris clutched her belly with trembling hands and stared at me in shock.

"W-What did you do to me!!!!! Kngh!!!"

She kept casting spells on her own body, but the diarrhea showed no sign of stopping. Absolute Command Authority. What a convenient, wonderful ability. Truly.

"You were tormenting your male servant pretty hard today, weren't you? Playing that little finger-breaking game of yours. Did he do something seriously wrong? Or what — did he talk back to you? Was there some reason you did that?"

"Fuck.............off. Uuugh!!"

"You just did it for fun, right? That's the kind of bitch you are. You treat men like absolute shit and love beating people up whenever the mood strikes you. Am I wrong?"

More precisely, she was the type who got off on physically abusing men. A sadist, like I'd said before.

"What did you do to me!!!! You fucking bastard!!!!"

Leatris shrieked at the top of her lungs. But whether she did or didn't, all I did was snicker.

"Yeah. That's more like it. That's the Leatris I know. You fucking bitch. Come here."

I bought a powerful enema from the shop window and held it out to her.

"Eat this."

"Who's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠going to listen to a word you—..........Huh?"

"Didn't you find it strange that you suddenly came looking for Isabella's room when you're not even close with her? Not the sharpest bitch, are you. Swallow it."

With trembling hands, Leatris had no choice but to force the pill down. The moment she swallowed it, her face crumpled even more wretchedly.

"Augh............Urgh!!!"

Wracked by vicious abdominal pain, Leatris let out a desperate moan and shook violently. She dropped to her knees on the floor, gasping — then suddenly tried to bolt for the bathroom. Whoa. Can't have that. The second you flush that toilet, that stuff is gone from your body forever.

"Where do you think you're going? Come back. Stand still right in front of me."

"You fucking bastard!! I need to—..........Aaaaaah!! Why!! Why is this happening!!!"

Her body wouldn't obey her. She slowly approached me, and it wasn't long before she hit her limit.

"Urrrgh.............Urgh............Aaaaaah!!!!"

With a wet splurt, the sound of Personality Jelly being expelled from her belly filled the room. I burst out laughing as I watched her start shitting out her own personality.

"W-What did you do to m—!!.............Ohghh♥"

Her eyes rolled back and she made the most vulgar ahegao face imaginable. With her personality being expelled, endorphins must have been flooding her system — her brain was getting absolutely wrecked.

After a long stretch of trembling and shitting out her personality, her expression finally went blank and stupid.

"That was easy. Almost too easy — makes you wonder if it should even be allowed."

I snickered as I pulled down Leatris's panties and stockings and collected her long stretch of Personality Jelly. Then I processed it into a dildo — the same form as Isabella's.

"Let's generate a Dummy Personality too. Name it Flesh Toilet Number Two, same settings as Number One. Obedient, blank-faced sexual-service secretary vibe. Can't go wrong with that."

Once everything was configured, I shoved the dildo back into Leatris's asshole. The moment her personality returned, she screamed and scrambled away from me.

"W-What did you do to m—!!...........Aaaaaaah!! What the hell did you do to me!!!!"

"Shut your fucking mouth. Then walk over here and stand in front of me."

"Y-You!!.........You fucking bastard!! You son of a bitch!!!!"

Huffing and snarling, she raised her hand to fire off a spell — then froze. I smirked at her.

"Good thing you're the quick-thinking type. That's right. If you try to hurt me, you shit out your personality."

"M-My personality?"

"Yeah. From now on, just obey every single word I say and live your life diligently as my sexual-service Flesh Toilet Number Two. That's all you need to know."

"You fucking bastard!! You think I'd do something like that?"

"You will. Because otherwise it'll hurt like hell. You really love tormenting people, don't you? A sadist, right? I'm going to forcibly rewrite that little sexual preference of yours. From now on, you're the one on the receiving end. I'm going to turn you into a masochist."

At my mad laughter, Leatris stared at me blankly for a moment, then put on a clumsy smile.

"Alright. I get it. So you're my Master, is that it? Hmm?"

Damn........... This bitch. Her real personality was coming out. If Isabella was a tutorial character — one-dimensional, just take the abuse and roll with it — Leatris was a different breed entirely.

This bitch.

She was playing along right now while looking for a way out. Clever little thing. I could feel the mana flow around her body shifting and swirling strangely. Dispels, curse removals........... she was trying all that sort of thing. Not a chance in hell, you fucking bitch.

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Whether she screamed and cursed and got beaten over and over like Isabella, or craftily played along while scheming an escape like this one — it didn't matter. There was only one conclusion either way.

"Yeah. I'm your Master. And this Master of yours prepared a little gift just for you."

I opened the shop window and bought one item out of the ten available. There was one product that might as well have been made specifically for Leatris.

The moment I paid the ten gold, a small metal choker appeared in front of my hand. I tossed it to Leatris.

"Put this on."

"...........What?"

"I said put it on."

Leatris's eyes spun rapidly.

"Hey, why don't we..........talk for a bit first? If you're my Master, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. We should get to know one another, right?"

She said it with a smiling gaze as she picked up the choker. Damn. Look at this bitch. She was definitely different from Isabella. Pretending to start a conversation while stalling on putting on that choker she knew nothing about?

"Come on, don't be like that. You want to fuck me, don't you? Shouldn't you know where I'm sensitive? That kind of thing?"

For the record, this fucking bitch was no virgin. At this girls' academy, virgin students were the rarer breed. Isabella was a bit of a special case — this one would be a total slut by the time she hit second year.

Maybe because she'd already had a few men between her legs, she knew how to seduce pretty well. Unlike Isabella, she also had some idea how to handle a situation like this, and her brain worked reasonably fast.

But that was a problem for her. I smirked, snatched the choker back, and fastened it around the fucking bitch's neck myself.

"From now on, you never take that choker off without my order. Got it?"

Leatris looked down at the choker locked around her neck with an uneasy expression. She seemed to feel that primal fear of the unknown — what the hell is this thing? — but she skillfully put on a smile and nodded.

"Got it! Master! I'll be good, so please don't hurt me. Hehe."

"Mm. Nope. From now on I'm going to hurt you. A whole fucking lot. But don't worry too much. You'll feel good doing it."

"How am I supposed to feel good if you're hurting me? Come on, don't be like that. Let's just talk and get to know each oth—............"

Ah. For fuck's sake.

She talked way too goddamn much.

That expression she used to wear while tormenting and abusing people, snickering the whole time — it was still burned crystal-clear into my eyes.

You fucking bitch.

The only thing a bitch like you gets is a fist.

If Flesh Toilet Number One was the one I could take anywhere for sexual service, then you were my personal punching bag.

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"Shut up and take a gut punch."

My tightly clenched fist drove hard into Leatris's solar plexus.

Her mouth flew open as she felt the extreme pain, a scream tearing free — but hearts floated in her pupils, and the scream that actually came out was impossibly sweet.

"Ohghh♥"