The Vibrating Personality Dildo
“Nngh...”
Kamishra hurriedly shut her office door, clutched her belly, and sank to the floor. Accustomed as she was to anal masturbation, she knew at once. Something was inside her abdomen.
Something long and slender, at that.
“W-what is this? What on earth is happening... hnn.”
She clamped a hand over her mouth and tried with everything she had to hold back the pleasure. It was no easy task. Her entire body had gone hypersensitive. Her breath burned hot, and even though no one was doing a thing to her, writhing waves of anal pleasure kept shooting straight into her brain until she felt she might lose her mind.
She forced down the climax that threatened to break free and panted, then panted again. She hoped deep breaths alone might dull the pleasure even a little, but unfortunately that was impossible. Every part of her was raw, yet her anus in particular had become unbearably sensitive.
“Why is this happening? Suddenly? All of a sudden like this? Did someone slip me an aphrodisiac, or what the hell is...”
She cast spells on herself. Neural stabilization. Calm magic. Every psychological spell she knew. None of it worked. Her body stayed aroused no matter what she tried; nothing would settle her down.
“Hngh!”
Trembling, she collapsed onto the floor, still gasping, and at last a melted moan slipped out of her.
“I-I don’t want this... Why is this happening? Why?”
She decided it had to be someone’s malicious prank. And she was right about one thing: she was a vain woman.
For a commoner she had talent enough to hold a teaching post at Central Academy, yet a teacher’s salary could never buy the same luxuries the countless noble daughters who attended this girls’ school took for granted. Things that cost her an entire month’s pay were toys these students bought on a whim.
So she had started looting the students’ changing rooms.
One or two luxury items vanishing from there wouldn’t even make them blink. That was how she justified her kleptomania. Had someone caught her? Was that why someone was playing this cruel joke on her now?
“Kyaaah! Wh-who’s there?”
A sudden knock from behind made Kamishra jump and scream. Without waiting for her invitation, someone stepped into the room. Kamishra’s eyes went wide when she saw who it was.
“Rascal?”
The only male student in the entire girls’ academy. A peculiar existence who possessed mana despite being a man, yet not enough of it to actually cast spells, so he lingered on campus like a white elephant. If the headmaster hadn’t insisted he might someday have academic research value, the defective product would have been expelled long ago.
“What business do you have here? Don’t you even know basic manners? I never said you could come in.”
Kamishra rose shakily to her feet, forcing a teacher’s stern expression as she glared at Rascal. He only listened with half an ear and gave her a lazy little smile.
“Why would I need your permission?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m coming to see my personal Flesh Toilet. Why would I need your say-so for that? Right?”
“What are you even... Flesh Toilet?”
The sheer absurdity of the words left her gaping, speechless. Rascal burst out laughing at the sight.
“Whatever. Just put up a soundproofing spell. We’re about to have a very fun time.”
What kind of time was about to begin?
Of course Kamishra had no way of knowing.
A busty female teacher who loved filthy anal masturbation.
If that was a cliché, it was a cliché.
Usually the haughty, prideful, vain teachers like her turned out to have the weakest assholes. Anyway, like everyone else whose personality had only just been excreted, she still had no real grasp of the situation she was in.
“W-what did you do to me!! Why am I like this!”
Completely against her will, Kamishra was already casting the soundproofing spell. Startled by her own body moving on its own, she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
“Good enough. Now stand still.”
“I’m telling the headmaster! Undo whatever spell you put on me right now!!”
Could you even call this a spell? Doubtful. I watched her thrash and struggle with a mocking smile, slowly looking her up and down.
Purple hair.
Tits even bigger than Leatris’s or Isabella’s. If I remembered right, among the capturable characters who tormented me at this girls’ school she ranked second or third for chest size.
And garter belts, stockings, black high heels with heels that looked a good thirteen centimeters high.
Busty female teacher.
Busty female teacher.
Sounded good, looked even better.
“Sorry, but what I put on you isn’t a spell, Teacher. And I don’t feel like undoing it either.”
“Rascal! Don’t make me use magic on you!”
“Go ahead. You’ll probably regret it. I warned you.”
Something in my easy confidence must have registered. She hesitated to cast. Smart call. If she had, she’d have puked personality jelly out of her ass. Maybe it was the commoner-teacher background, but she was sharp and thought a lot faster than Isabella or Leatris.
“Just let me go. I don’t know what you did, but I want to go back to normal. Rascal. In exchange I can give you plenty.”
“Ah, sure. Grade fixing, looking the other way on little favors—plenty of that, I’m sure. But that isn’t what I want from you.”
Let’s see. The location shifted every loop, so I wasn’t certain where it was this time, but high odds it was here. I pressed the left eye of the headmaster’s bust sitting in the office; with a low rumble a hidden door in the wall swung open.
She jumped at the sight.
“H-how did you even—!!”
“Let’s just say I know quite a lot about you.”
“No one is supposed to know about that place!! What the hell are you!!”
“What else? Your master. Now, shall we head downstairs? Move.”
At my words she clip-clopped down the stairs. I grinned and freely admired the way her ass twitched with every step. At last we reached the basement, and a true spectacle awaited us.
“Whoa... Super-pervert among super-perverts. For real.”
Dildos of every kind. Adult toys lined up everywhere. This world had no levels or skill trees; instead, conquering a female character unlocked various functions. Kamishra was clearly the NPC who unlocked access to toys like these.
“Th-this is...”
“Not just a pervert... What’s this? Looks like a very interesting book.”
I picked up the volumes stacked in a corner of Kamishra’s playroom. When I held one up and smirked, she finally couldn’t take it and raised her hand.
“Put that down!! Who do you think you are to—!! Ghk?!”
“I told you. Don’t cast magic on me.”
I left Kamishra clutching her belly in agony and flipped through the book. Jackpot. This sly teacher bitch had been carefully collecting evidence on everyone who had ever bribed her. Blow this open and quite a few of the upperclassmen at this girls’ school would be in serious trouble.
Honestly, the shop items were balance-breaking, but the upperclassmen themselves had abilities so broken you wondered how you were supposed to fight them at all. I guaranteed that once I reached the seniors, simple conquests like this would no longer work.
I needed to keep this as insurance for later.
Anyway.
“Hiiik! Nngh... ah!”
Kamishra, trembling on the floor, looked like her belly was about to hit its limit. Kindly I moved behind her, flipped up her short miniskirt, pulled down her panties, and stared at her twitching anus.
“D-don’t!! Don’t you dare—!!”
Sensing danger on instinct, she screamed as I grabbed the tip of the jelly roughly and started pulling. Her sphincter clamped down hard, but the slick fluids already pouring out had made the jelly extremely slippery.
“Ogoooh♥”
She let out a vulgar scream and an ahegao as she began to expel the jelly. I yanked harder; despite her desperate asshole’s grip the jelly shot free in no time, and at last her personality left her body completely.
With a cheerful final pop she pissed herself, shuddered all over, and went limp.
“Never gets old. What a sight. Dummy Personality injection. Same settings as Isabella. Name her Flesh Toilet No. 3.”
After injecting the Dummy Personality I converted the jelly into dildo form and shoved it back into her pussy. The instant it went in she convulsed and jerked upright.
“What is this!! What the hell is this!!!”
“Pretty pathetic, right? The sensation of personality excretion must be pretty goddamn awful. I programmed it so the moment you try to cast magic on me or harm me it auto-ejects. So never mess with me casually. Got it?”
“I-I don’t want this!! No!!! S-save me!! Somebody help me!!! Help—!!”
“Not a chance. Stop.”
I caught her as she tried to run, reached between her legs, and roughly yanked the dildo out of her cunt.
“Ugh♥”
Leaving her body shuddering in a perfect ahegao, I took the dildo and went to browse the various toys on display in her perverted anal playroom.
“Man. So many genuinely filthy things. Makes you wonder if a female teacher should even own this stuff.”
At my words the dildo twitched.
Probably screaming.
Embarrassing for you, maybe, but for me these toys were extremely useful.
I looked over the assortment of tools until I found something promising.
“Ultra-powerful vibrating rotor, huh? Interesting.”
It was a rotor, but apparently crafted with magic engineering; elaborate magic circles were etched all over it. I grabbed about five of them, reshaped the dildo, and arranged the rotors inside it in a regular pattern.
“Personality Dildo with five rotors inside. Now it’s got a built-in vibration function!”
I pocketed the remote, then happily shoved the dildo back into her anus.
“Please stop! Please! Don’t pull my personality out again—!!”
“Okay, okay. I won’t. Instead we’re going to try something way more fun.”
The moment I pressed the remote she clutched her ass and dropped to the floor.
“Ugh♥ Hngh♥”
A faint whirring sound rose. A body already hypersensitive to the limit. And among that body, an anus that was especially sensitive.
And now vibrating rotors going off inside it.
“D-don’t... stop♥ Hnn♥”
Kamishra lay sprawled on the floor, face flushed and full of shame.
But her ordeal was far from over.
“Teacher. You still had about two more classes this afternoon, right?”
“Hnnn♥ What?”
“Try teaching them while wearing this.”