Going Into Heat Vulgarly in Front of the Servant
"Wh-what the hell is this. What the hell is this?! Fuck!!!!"
After Rascal left the room, Liatris screamed like she'd lost her mind.
"I..........I got done by that loser piece of shit? No. There's no way!! I can't live like this!!!"
Watching Liatris thrash about, still not fully broken in, Isabella let out a short snort of laughter. She knew exactly what the terror of personality excretion felt like.
"Don't. I don't know what you're planning, but don't."
"You got hit with it too!! You're just going to sit there after something like that?"
At Liatris's words, Isabella simply nodded.
"I..........I don't want any more pain. What he does to me is dogshit, but still......... still, it's better than how it felt when my personality was being excreted."
Watching Isabella clutch her arm and tremble, Liatris cooled her fury a little. She had never been put through infinite personality excretion the way Isabella had, but she had tasted hellish agony of her own, so she understood, at least somewhat, why Isabella reacted that way.
"Isn't there..........isn't there some way?"
"If you try to harm that fucker, you get massive stomach cramps and the dildo that was shoved into you comes out. Then your personality gets excreted. We lose control of our bodies and all we can do is squirm, trapped inside the dildo."
"Goddamn it!"
"And we can't even lie. Whatever that bastard asks, we have to answer with the truth. Plotting anything behind his back is impossible."
Isabella slumped against the bed, limp.
"All we can do is hope that bastard's in even a slightly better mood today. No matter how hard I think, there's no way out."
Liatris clenched her fists and shook for a long while, then let out a scream and surged to her feet.
"This is all that bastard's fault."
The male servant Rascal had mentioned. She still didn't understand what any of it meant, but her mind needed someone to blame, and it had found its target. That bastard must have put someone up to this. Fed up with the abuse, he must have gone begging some hidden powerhouse for help — that was the conclusion she reached.
She shot up from her seat and strode hard toward her male servant's room. Her eyes burned with madness. She would not let that son of a bitch off easy today. She would do something just as wretched to him as what she had suffered.
"Hans!! You fucking bastard! Today you're going to........."
She slammed open the door to her personal male servant Hans's room. And the moment she stepped inside, she froze solid.
"Told you, didn't I? That fucking bitch would show up."
"M-Miss!!"
A flustered Hans — and Rascal, lounging on the bed as if he'd known this would happen all along.
"Shut the door and get in here, you whore. Ah. And put a soundproofing spell on this room."
Looking at the sadistic smile spread across Rascal's face, Liatris realized she was completely fucked.
"Hans, was it?"
"Yes."
"Here. Take this."
"Pardon?"
"I said eat this."
Hans was pouring sweat. The infirmary here was women-only, so men couldn't get treatment. He'd been sitting there with a crude splint on his broken fingers, tears of pure injustice running down his face, and now he was staring at the Universal Cure I'd held out like it was something alien.
"You're Rascal Evermogen from the first year, aren't you?"
"Yeah. That's right."
"What business do you have with me?"
"I came to look out for you. More importantly, that isn't what matters right now. It hurts like hell, doesn't it? Just take the damn pill already."
He looked at me strangely for barging into his room uninvited, but then his face settled into a whatever-happens-happens expression as he accepted the pill.
"What is this?"
"Something that heals you the second you swallow it. Just take it. In this fucking shitty academy, guys have to stick together. It's not weird. Hurry up and eat it. It hurts, doesn't it?"
He hesitated a moment, then swallowed the pill I'd given him. The instant he did, a strange sound started coming from his hand. A crackling of bone knitting itself back into place, and then his ruined hand was cleanly restored to its original form.
"Th-this?!.......... Isn't this insanely expensive?"
"Fifty gold."
"Excuse me????"
"Don't worry about it. I can just shake those bitches down again. Anyway, mind if I hang around here a bit?"
"Wh-why?"
Wariness. Shock. Gratitude. Yeah — he didn't know anything about me, so of course he'd react like that. Don't worry. I don't mess with other guys. When you're both stuck getting fucked over by the same shit, you work together.
"Your master bitch. I made her mine. But that fucking bitch's personality is a real piece of work. She's probably going to come here to take it out on you. I came to protect you. That's all you need to know."
"Wait. Hold on. You made her yours? What does that even mean? I don't understand the situation at all."
"Don't try to understand. Seeing it yourself will be faster. She'll probably show up any minute now............ah. Hear those footsteps? Here she is."
Sure enough — angry, stomping footsteps, and then bang! the door flew open.
"Hans!! You fucking bastard! Today you're going to........."
As expected. Never one to defy predictions.
"Told you, didn't I? That fucking bitch would show up."
"M-Miss!!"
I gave Hans's startled shoulder a couple of pats to calm him down, then issued my orders to Liatris.
"Shut the door and get in here, you whore. Ah. And put a soundproofing spell on this room."
"Y-.........wh-why are you here!........."
"I was waiting for you to show. What, I mentioned Hans so you came to take it out on him? Hmm? On my friend?"
I casually slung an arm around Hans's shoulders. Hans looked stunned, and Liatris forced a trembling, strained smile onto her face. She set up the soundproofing spell on the room while plastering that fake smile on for my benefit, desperate to stay in my good graces.
"N-no, nothing like that. I would never lay a hand on Master's friend."
"M-Master? Miss, what are you........"
At the murderous look in Liatris's eyes, Hans's face went deathly pale and he dropped his head. Force of habit, probably. How savagely had this fucking bitch tormented him all this time? I get it, Hans. That's why big bro here is going to give you a real nice experience today.
"This fucking bitch is my flesh toilet."
"Pardon? Flesh.........what?"
"Think of her as something like a living onahole for sexual relief. Alright. Now I'm going to show you something good."
I walked up to Liatris.
"The soundproofing spell?"
"Th-.........th-that's........."
"Hurry up."
She slowly raised her hands and activated the magic. Her face said she had no idea what was about to be done to her. Yeah. Not knowing makes you anxious, doesn't it? We're going to do something real fun. I'm going to make this fucking bitch do the one thing she hates most — the most humiliating, degrading thing possible.
Once the soundproofing spell was up, I lifted her top and activated the womb tattoo. She wasn't wearing a choke collar, so a sweet moan burst out almost immediately.
"Haah♥ Ugh!........."
But she fought desperately to hold the sounds in. She was looking at Hans. Her eyes seethed with raw, blazing hatred.
Yeah.
I get it.
You don't want to look cheap and vulgar in front of a servant you've always looked down on and treated like trash. That it?
Too bad. That's exactly what I want.
"Hans. Aren't you going to look away, you fuck?"
She snarled at him, and I snickered as I looked over at Hans.
"Don't look away. Hans. Watch. Watch from start to finish just how vulgarly your master bitch cries."
"P-please!! No!!! Anyone else, fine — but I don't want to be seen by a servant bastard like him!!!"
Liatris's frantic pleas kept coming, but well. What was I supposed to do about that?
Alright. Face toward Hans...........and start caressing.
"Heeugh♥ Euh!!!!..............Uueh♥ N-nooooh♥ D-don't look!! Don't look at meeeh♥ Eughok♥"
The moment I casually groped her flooded cunt and her tits through her clothes, she went into full convulsions, her whole body thrashing like mad. She was already in heat, and her body had been remodeled to be hypersensitive on top of that. There was no way she could hold out. In less than a minute, the fucking bitch was showing her servant a full-blown ahegao of pure arousal.
"Haaaang♥ Nngiit♥"
Tongue lolling out, eyes rolled up — a textbook perfect ahegao — she shuddered through her climax and then crumpled to the floor. It should have been the moment for a refractory period, but she was in heat, so instead of cooling down her body just heated right back up again.
"Well? What's your review of watching your master bitch pant and drool in heat?"
"Uh..........th-that........"
Hearing Hans stammer and flail for words, Liatris clenched her fists hard enough to draw blood, then looked up at me with tears streaming down a face that looked like her soul had left her body.
"You fucking piece of shit."
"Where did Master go, and why are the insults coming out?"
"You fuck!! I'm going to kill you!!..........Uuegh?!"
She tried to cast magic, then suddenly clutched her stomach and collapsed as the cramps hit.
"Uuegh?!! Th-the bathroom........"
"If you go to the bathroom and take a shit, your personality goes down the sewer and you die forever. You bitch. Here. Let me help you out a little."
I grinned and yanked down her stockings and skirt, then grabbed the dildo barely still lodged in her asshole.
"W-wait!! Don't pull that out!! If you pull it out I'll kill you!!!"
"Don't wanna?"
"Ogooohk♥"
What an obscenely lewd moan. Jets of fluid sprayed from between her legs as she took the shock of personality excretion with drool running down her face — and then her expression suddenly went cold. Flesh Toilet Number Two had come out, had she?
"Sorry, but stay inside!!"
I slammed the dildo back into her ass with full force. A wet thuck as it drove home. Her cold, empty eyes snapped back to normal.
"Hnnngh♥ Hnnngh♥ M-my body's weird!! M-my body!............Uuegh♥"
"The shock of personality excretion dumps a massive load of endorphins into your brain. That's why. Your already hypersensitive body gets even more premature. You following? How's it feel having your personality excreted, you fucking bitch?"
"I-I hate iiit♥ I-I hate being excreted!! D-don't do iiit♥"
A thoroughly satisfying voice, half terror and half arousal. Even in this state she kept glancing at Hans, reading his face. Being put through this in front of a servant must have been mortifying beyond words. And that was exactly why I liked it.
"Hans. Don't look away. Keep watching. Keep going."
At my words, Hans just nodded blankly, like his mind had checked out of this completely unhinged spectacle. Okay. This spectator's attitude was solid. Spectator secured — now all that was left was...........
A fun little show, right?
"Come to think of it. I did something to that fucking Isabella that I never did to you. That's why you're still this full of yourself, isn't it?"
"........What?"
"Let's take continuous dildo-pulling all the way to the brink of death. You fucking bitch."
"W-wai!!......."
Yeah. Too late. I grabbed the dildo.
And ripped it out hard.
"Nngooh♥"
An obscenely lewd moan burst out — pain and pleasure tangled into one.