Personality Excretion Training
Isabella looked like she was about to faint. She clearly wanted nothing more than to pass out, but unfortunately for her, she couldn't. Trembling violently, she glared at me with murderous eyes even as she had no choice but to gulp down my piss.
Maybe it was that look — that whole filthy situation — that did it.
"You... fucking...!!!"
I clamped my hand tight around her throat and squeezed. My already-throbbing cock began pumping out cum with force.
"Ughk!!!!"
Gulping, choking sounds as the semen poured out. After flooding her throat-cunt for a long while, I finally pulled free of her.
"Ghak!! Cough!! Cough!!...........Uuuugh!!!!!"
She finally couldn't hold it and began vomiting my cum and piss all over the floor in a thick, wet mess. Oh my. Oh my. Look at her spew it all out.
"Remember this. Cock-fodder. One day I'm definitely going to........."
"You know, back when I used to put up with your filthy play and hit my limit and started puking my guts out — there was something you always used to say to me."
Of course Isabella wouldn't remember. That had been something from a different loop. But whatever. This fucking bitch would have forced that on me soon enough anyway.
"Lick it up. Everything you spilled on the floor. All of it."
"What?"
"I said lick it up. Put it back in your mouth. Everything you puked on the floor. Every last bit."
"Th-this.........."
It was filthy. Something she'd never want to do. But whether she wanted to or not, her body was already obeying the command.
"Urgh!!...........N-no!!..........Slurp. Suck."
She sucked up the vomit she'd spilled on the floor and swallowed it again.
"Bleeegh!!"
And swallowed again. And puked again. At this incredible slapstick, I burst out laughing.
"St-stop!! Don't make me do this shit!!!"
"Nope. Don't wanna. I'm making you. Keep sucking it up. Until everything on the floor is gone."
"You bastard!! You absolute piece of shit!! Slurp.........Bleeegh!!!"
"Curse all you want. I don't care."
That was humiliating and painful beyond endurance. I knew because I'd been through it. Getting beaten was one thing — nothing shredded your mental state like being forced to keep doing something disgusting and filthy.
Eventually, after the cycle of puking and swallowing and puking and swallowing, Isabella went limp — whether she'd fainted or not. Yeah. Still useless.
"Yes, Master."
Just use Number One to wake her up again. Then—
Change her personality again. The Isabella who woke up no longer had that vicious expression and tone from the start.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and suck it up."
"P-please stop..........I want to stop. Please don't. Stop.........."
"No. Suck it up already. Does my word sound like shit to you?"
"P-please stop............Please..........Uuuugh!! Slurp!!"
Sucking and puking, sucking and puking. I watched at my leisure. It even made me laugh. How happy. Suck, puke, suck, puke. Faint. Faint again. How many times did we repeat this?
"You awake? What are you doing. Hurry and suck up what's left."
"Please............Rascal-nim..........stop........ Please let me stop."
She finally broke her pride. Must have hated it more than death. At her tearful voice, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You want to stop? Hmm?"
"Yes. Please...........Please let me stop."
Her expression looked like her mental state had been utterly, thoroughly shattered. Tearfully begging, she looked utterly pitiful. Of course it didn't work on me one bit. Looking at this bitch's face and feeling pity? After everything I'd been through at her hands — far too much of it?
"Then how about this. From now on, when you call me in front of everyone, use my name instead of cock-fodder. And when it's just the two of us, call me Master. And you will use honorifics with me thoroughly. If you keep this, I won't make you eat it. How about it?"
She had no choice.
"Yes. Yes. I'll do it. I'll do as you say."
"Good. Then that's settled. Clean up the vomit and the area roughly, then go wash up."
Isabella hurriedly used magic to clean the surroundings. One snap of her fingers and everything was spotless. Truly a convenient ability the more you thought about it. She finished cleaning in a rush and ran to the bathroom. The relief filling her face — that it was finally over — was hilarious.
In fact, it wasn't over. Once she washed up, I had plenty more to make her do. Of course she didn't know that yet. Just how horrific and harsh the things she was about to endure from now on would be.
"I've washed up, Master."
A forced smile that looked like it might spasm. Well. Being violated by the toy she'd been beating and toying with just that morning would drive anyone crazy.
"Mm. You washed up. Then try changing into an outfit I like."
"Uh, what kind..........."
"Your school uniform."
Honestly, few things were as arousing as the school uniforms here. Made meticulously with master illustrators, they boasted the absolute peak of eroticism. She slowly dressed in front of me. Underwear, pantyhose, an extremely short miniskirt and white blouse. Then she put on the uniform jacket and slipped into leather shoes.
"Is this good enough?"
"Mm. Very satisfying. Now eat this."
I held out a powerful enema pill I'd bought while she was washing. At the sight of it, her face went pale.
"What is that?"
"The enema medicine you just ate, bitch. The stuff that makes you desperately need to shit."
She reflexively covered her ass with both hands. She'd realized that if she took that, she'd end up shitting out the Personality Dildo.
"You're not telling me to eat it, right?"
"Wow. Dropping the honorifics already?"
"Y-you're not telling me to eat it, right?"
"I am telling you to eat it?"
She made a face like she'd seen a demon. But it wasn't over yet. Don't be so shocked. You all taught me this. I'm just applying it.
"How does it feel when you shit out a personality?"
"H-horrible."
"Good. Perfect. Then you'll have to desperately clench your anus so you don't shit it out, right? I want to see you grunting and straining while clenched tight."
She trembled violently. A face that said she'd never seen such a demon spawn.
That's right. I am a demon spawn. I learned it from you lot, though.
"What are you doing? Hurry up. Eat this. That's an order."
"Please don't............."
"No. Do it."
I never understood why Isabella always smiled so brightly while tormenting me. But now I understood.
Ah.
It's fun. Tormenting people, that is.
She approached me trembling. She slowly picked up the pill and brought it to her mouth. I watched the scene with a smirk.
"Ump."
She gulped down the enema. The moment the pill form absorbed into her body, an enormous urge to defecate would hit. I began leisurely watching for it.
Within a minute, her limit seemed to arrive.
"Urgh!"
She clutched her belly. Gurgling sounds reached me from here. Her belly was making tremendous noise, as if trying to push out the dildo jammed in her anus with enormous force. I snickered watching the scene.
"Wow. Holding up well?"
"I-it's going to come o............Ugh!!"
She collapsed to the floor, trembling violently. Pitiful moans played out with a strangely erotic quality.
"Can't use magic either, can you? With that insane stomach pain, there's no way you could do calculations or anything."
I sneered, but she was in too much pain to even answer, just trembling.
"Haaaah!! Nngh..............Urgh!!"
"Holding up okay?"
No answer. Just Isabella, clutching her belly, trembling violently with her head buried in the floor.
"Urgh..........It's going to............come o...........Haaah."
Still, desperately holding on was rather diligent of her. Like she wanted to be tormented.
"Hey. You fucking bitch. Crawl over here."
She crawled to me trembling. I held her tight in a back-hug.
"How do you feel right now?"
Isabella's moist skin and soft hair. Breathing in her fragrant scent, I asked quietly. At those words, Isabella convulsed and trembled.
"Like I'm going to............die...........Ah. Now...........it's coming...........Hngh."
"I see. And yet you still haven't shit it out? Here. Let me help you a bit."
I brought both hands to her belly. Seeing that, Isabella reflexively grabbed my hands.
"D-don't."
"Oh ho. Dropping the honorifics?"
"D-don't you fucking bastard. It's really going to come out. You dog-shit cock-fodder bastard. Because of you I................Ugh."
She trembled. She started crying.
"Please. I don't want it coming out of my body. P-please stop playing............Nngh."
GURGLE!! The sound thundered. I lovingly stroked the hair of Isabella trembling in my arms. I held her tight and sniffed her scent.
"Isabella. Let me ask just one thing. Why did you torment me? Why me of all people?"
Panting and trembling, she looked about to shit any second. She was holding on at a truly precarious limit.
"Answer. That's an order."
"Because you!!............Uugh!!.......... Were the first man to possess magical power!!.......... As a man!!............ I heard you'd enrolled!!.......... I was just interested...........Ogh..........That's all!"
"I see. So that's why you tormented me? There was no need to torment me so viciously and cruelly — why did you go that far?"
"I just!.......Wanted to do it that way!!...........I'm sorry!!..........Please forgive me now...........Plea...........Urgh!!!"
Just because.
From the perspective of someone who'd endured hell for over a hundred loops, those words made me grind my teeth.
Just because.
Just because.
"Alright. Then I'll just try it too. I just felt like watching you suffer."
I placed my hands on her belly. She desperately tried to grab and stop my hands, but I gave her an order.
"Move your hands. Don't block mine."
"N-no! Don't!! Please!!!"
She let out a scream close to a shriek, but I paid no mind. To me, her agonized screams were a reward.
"Fuck off."
I said it cheerfully and pressed down hard on her belly with both hands.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"
With a sound that was neither scream nor ecstasy, and a wet blurt, the dildo containing her personality was blasted right out of her body.