Personality Excretion

I dropped my pants. True to the protagonist of an erotic game, a long, thick, massive cock sprang free. I stroked it until it stood rock-hard, then brought it to her anus — the hole she was desperately clenching shut around a belly already packed full of jelly.

"You fucking bitch!!!!!"

I roared something closer to a scream than a shout and slammed my cock roughly into the bitch's ass. There was no foreplay. She didn't deserve any. The instant my cock was sucked deep inside, the first sensation that hit me was an insane tightness.

Damn.

The jelly was already crammed in there, and Isabella's rectum — stretched to its absolute limit — was squeezing my cock for all it was worth. I nearly blew my load the second I was in, but mercifully that disaster didn't happen.

"Fucking bitch. Your ass is so goddamn tight."

Conquest.

Pleasure.

And the sheer satisfaction of fucking this dog of a bitch in the middle of a world that ran on the absolute extreme of female supremacy and male degradation. Ending something this good too quickly would be a problem. Absolutely not. I kept my cock buried in Isabella's anus as it clenched greedily around me, slowly thrusting back and forth.

She was sleeping so deeply that even with me doing this to her, she showed no sign of waking.

Yeah. Keep sleeping, you fucking bitch.

After more than a hundred playthroughs of suffering because of her, I had every right to enjoy this much. And damn —

That grip was unreal. I'd savor her anal virginity myself.

"Nngh."

Maybe the stimulation was getting through even in her sleep. Isabella's body shuddered and twitched. Whatever. For five minutes she was a mana-cripple. I could fuck her however I wanted without a single problem. Nothing to fear.

"How's that, you fucking bitch? Feel good? Huh? You dog of a bitch!! You loved tormenting me, didn't you!!! Huh?"

The shouting poured out of me, and it felt like a century of pent-up bile was finally draining away. The thought of ravaging the ass of the trash bitch who'd tormented me only drove my excitement higher and higher.

The head of my cock brushed against the jelly, then slipped free of it. Every time I pulled out and pushed back in, sticky intestinal fluid clung to my shaft in pathetic little threads. Even the view looking down was perfect.

"Fucking bitch!!!"

Maybe it was because this was the first time in a hundred playthroughs I'd put myself inside a woman, but the stimulation was so intense I couldn't last even two minutes. I groaned and unloaded my cum. I could see Isabella's belly twitch as the thick spurts poured into her.

Even Isabella couldn't sleep through stimulation that extreme. Her eyes fluttered, and she finally came to.

"What.......... is this? Ah—!"

The moment Isabella came to her senses, she shuddered at the sharp ache radiating from her ass. I leisurely pulled out and sank into the chair she so treasured. Her eyes went wide at the sight.

"Hey, trash. Who said you could sit there?"

"Wherever I sit, you fucking bitch — what business is it of yours?"

My smirking face made her eyes go even wider. She let out a disbelieving little snicker, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I don't know what you did to my body, but the mana suppression won't last long. The second it wears off, you can look forward to whatever I decide to do to you. Trash. It's going to be a very, very fun time."

She still hadn't figured out what had happened to her. Fair enough. Even after a hundred playthroughs, the Personality Jelly was something I'd never seen before either.

It was probably the system's mercy on a pathetic bastard who'd failed a hundred times — skills and items that never should have appeared under normal circumstances.

Alright. What now? I needed to start training her body and personality, but if her personality was still inside that fucking bitch's body, she'd thrash and scream. Better to pull it out first. That was what the enema was for, right?

It would be the perfect move against this arrogant, prideful psychopath of a bitch.

"Purchase Strong Enema Agent."

The words were barely out of my mouth before my pocket lightened slightly and a small capsule-shaped pill appeared before my eyes. I grinned and held it out.

"You fucking bitch."

"..........Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah. You fucking bitch. Get over here ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and shove this up your shit-hole."

Isabella stared at me with a look of pure absurdity. Yeah, yeah. I get it. The pathetic trash who'd always been a joke suddenly acting this bold — of course it was hard to process.

"Just wait. The second my magic comes back, you're going to be— wait, what?"

The vicious smile she'd been about to wear twisted into a face of pure confusion. Her body seemed to move against her will. She approached me slowly and carefully picked up the suppository from my outstretched palm.

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"W-what is this! Trash! What did you do to me!"

"Something very fun. Now. Do as you're told. Shove that up your shit-hole."

"I would never do something like— nngh— n-no!!!"

Her mouth said no, but her body obediently carried out my command. She carefully brought the pill to her anus. Aiming precisely at that wrinkled hole, she pushed the capsule deep inside with her index finger.

"Hngk!?!"

And its performance was flawless.

Not even five seconds after it went in, Isabella was trembling violently, clutching her stomach. In this world, every woman was an exceptional mage. The female students of the Central Academy were the cream of that crop.

In other words, beings who had never once in their lives needed to take a shit had no chance of enduring the sudden, extreme abdominal pain.

"My stomach.......... ugh?!?!.......... hurts."

"Of course it hurts. And if it hurts, you need to make the pain go away, right? Hmm?"

"Bathroom............"

She tried to rush for the toilet. No. That wouldn't do. If the Personality Jelly vanished entirely, I'd be in trouble.

"Stop."

At my command, she froze in place.

"Shit in front of me. Walk over here. Then squat down, spread your legs, and let me get a clear look as you shit out your own personality."

"N-no!!!"

She came toward me anyway. Her belly writhed and convulsed so hard I could see it through her skin. She slowly reached me, squatted, and spread her legs.

"Hhk.......... ghk."

Cold sweat poured down her face. Looking at her naked, trembling body, I felt a savage happiness.

"Just wait, trash. When I can.......... ugh?!............ use magic again, you............. haaugh."

She trembled for a long time, trying to hold back the vicious diarrhea, then finally clutched her stomach with both hands.

"Ugggggh........... kyaaaaah!!!"

The outcome was already decided. Her anus stretched open, and a long strand of Personality Jelly began to pour out.

"Aaaah! N-no!! No!!!!!!!"

What did it feel like to have your personality leave your body? It seemed to be something both terrifying and blissful at once. Freed at last from the horrifying pressure crushing her guts, she wore a twisted expression of pleasure and terror all at once — a face of pure contradiction.

In a desperate rush she clenched her anus shut, stopping the Personality Jelly mid-excretion. The fucking bitch Isabella looked at me. For the first time, her face was full of fear.

"What is this!! What did you do to me!!!"

Seeing the blue jelly half-protruding from her own anus, she screamed. Her tearful face was packed with terror.

"Trash!!! What did you do to me!! Why am I—.............. ugh! Kyaaaaah!!!!!!"

Just as she tried to rage, her sphincter gave out. With a wet squelch, more Personality Jelly sprayed free. Isabella let out a scream of staggering volume.

Wow.

If it weren't for the soundproofing barrier she'd cast on this room herself, someone would have heard us ages ago. The Mana Suppressor only suppressed mana — it didn't cancel magic already cast. Right?

Well.

How does it feel to have strangled yourself ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with your own hands?

"Aaaah!! No!! No!!!! Put it back inside me!! Please!!! Save me!!!!!"

Panicking, she screamed like a madwoman. I stood up and walked over to her.

"Save you? Should I save you? Hmm?"

"T-trash! Please!!.......... Make it stop! I'm at my limit. My stomach............ my stomach hurts. The rest of it is about to come out!! Stop it!! Please, just stop!.........."

"You fucking bitch. Stand up and fold both arms behind your head."

Isabella did as I said. She rose and slowly folded her arms back. The pose left her armpits fully exposed.

"Now. Repeat after me."

"D-don't!! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Trash!! What are you trying to do!! I told you to make it stop coming out!!"

"Say: Thank you, Master, for ending Isabella's life with your own hands."

"D-don't—.......... Th-thank you, Master, for.........."

Isabella was crying now. Had she instinctively realized what ending was coming for her?

"For ending.......... this Isabella's........... hnnngh............. life............. th-thank you."

"Good."

Her intestines were already at their limit.

I clenched my fist tight.

There was no guilt about hitting a woman.

In this world, even the sweetest man on earth would be steeped in misogyny after surviving a single hour.

You fucking bitch.

"I'll end your life for you!!!!!"

"N-no!!!!"

With a final death-cry of a scream, my fist drove roughly into her abdomen.

Isabella's eyes went wide.

"Ugggggh............. uggggh............... aaaaahng!!!!!!"

Wearing a bizarre face I'd never seen before — pain and ecstasy coexisting — she finally shit out the last of her remaining personality.

With a wet, explosive splurt, blue jelly poured out at tremendous speed, piling thick on the floor.

"Pwahahaha!!! Look at you!!!"

Looking at Isabella's body standing there with a vacant expression, and the jelly writhing on the floor as if thrashing in protest, I finally burst into roaring laughter.