System Online, Ready for Operation ♠♠♠
After six full-volume enemas, the four-legged beast let out a grotesque moan.
"Huuuooooooook!"
Lee Jiun rolled across the bathroom tile floor. Every time she tumbled from side to side, the 3-liter belly full of water sloshed heavily—glorp, gluuuurp. Her waist, now so bloated it could no longer be called slender, was stretched drum-tight. It looked as if a massive snake was writhing just beneath a black bodysuit. The swollen abdomen gradually began to reveal lumpy, uneven contours.
Just as the system message had predicted, the slime was starting to harden. I couldn't even imagine what that must feel like, but from the way she was thrashing around, it was clearly agonizing.
But!
What was needed here was a bold shift in perspective!
I looked down at Lee Jiun as she rolled across the floor and dredged up a memory from my school days. It was a hazy recollection. Traveling back through time… ten years ago, to be exact.
Back then, Kim Ki-tae and his gang ruled our class. One day, they decided to demonstrate their signature "fainting game" on me. Let me recall the mechanism.
Two of them would grab my arms from either side while Ki-tae wrapped his arm tightly around my neck from behind. Then came the choke. Carotid artery compression. The victim's reaction usually progressed through three distinct stages.
The first stage was negotiation.
"Ah~ Hey, seriously, stop~ My neck is really thin, it'll break for real, haha."
"That's the point, dumbass? Lol."
Of course, it never worked. If they were the type to stop here, they wouldn't have started in the first place.
The second stage was desperate begging and struggling.
"Gack! Gaaack—! Hey! For real…! I really can't breathe! Kueeeek!"
"That's the point, dumbass? Lol."
This tactic also failed every single time. After all, the goal was to make the person faint.
The first two stages sometimes varied, but the third stage was always the same.
Silent unconsciousness.
The end.
After finishing my nostalgic flashback, I stroked my chin and observed the victim before me. Lee Jiun was scratching at the floor, rolling around with surprising vigor. If I applied my fainting game theory to her current state… she was roughly at stage two. In other words, she still had plenty of energy left to struggle. Which meant she was still fine. Still perfectly operational.
And the status window supported my assessment.
The bloom rates were skyrocketing. That meant I was currently following a very textbook strategy route, didn't it?
Guilt. Hesitation. Theory application. Conclusion: Punishment continued.
"Hmm… looks like you've eaten your fill. Let's go for a walk to help with digestion."
"Hya, hyahe?"
"You'll see when we get there."
Lee Jiun lifted her head toward me with an expression that clearly asked what the hell I was talking about. I ignored her and scooped her up in my arms. Carrying her like a piece of luggage, I moved into the living room and gently laid her down on the rug. Then I prepared the final training parts.
Unlike before, these weren't mysterious otherworldly tools of unknown origin. If anything, they were perfectly ordinary household items anyone might have lying around.
There were four main tools:
Four plastic clothespins that had been hanging on the drying rack.
Two metal bells that had been attached to the front door.
The dog collar and thinnest rope from Lee Jiun's bag.
And finally, two shoelaces.
At first glance, they looked completely harmless. But when combined with the creative uses I had planned, they would transform into the most horrific torture devices in existence.
Take the clothespins, for example. Household clothespins generally come in two types: O-shaped heavy-duty ones and A-shaped standard ones. The A-shaped variety had quite a vicious grip. Even when I tested one on my own finger, the sharp little nubs made it sting badly.
So if it hurt that much on my thick finger… what would happen if I clamped one onto a college girl's swollen, hypersensitive nipple that had been sucked and stretched to two knuckle-lengths by the Soggy Slug?
But first, I decided to finish the preparations before attaching anything.
I cut the thin rope into two 5-meter lengths. Then I tied each rope to the bottom of two A-shaped clothespins. For the remaining two clothespins, I used the shoelaces to attach the bells I'd taken from the front door.
Four A-shaped clothespin sets, complete.
I picked up the clothespins and moved in front of the rug. Lee Jiun, lying on it, looked slightly calmer than she had in the bathroom. At least she wasn't thrashing wildly anymore. It seemed my fainting game theory had been accurate.
I moved to the head of the rug. Holding the two clothespins with 5-meter ropes in both hands, I spread their jaws wide—then shoved one of Lee Jiun's monstrous nipples between the teeth.
Snap—♡Squeeze♡
I released the hand holding the jaws open.
"Kiii—!! Kuuuugh—!"
The moment the clothespin clamped shut, a boiling scream erupted from her. Her nipples, already pushed to the absolute limit of sensitivity by the Soggy Slug, were now being crushed by the jagged plastic teeth and brutal grip. It must have been excruciating.
"Ha… hahya! Hahya! Hye! Hiheo hehaho! (Ah… it hurts! Take it off! Take this off!)"
But once again, applying the fainting game theory: the fact that she was resisting so energetically meant she still had strength to spare. Not to mention she was still speaking in that arrogant commanding tone.
In that case, it was time for the highlight of this play. I needed to make her understand exactly how humiliating and cruel this was.
"Up we go."
"Heung—?"
I forced Lee Jiun up onto all fours, then fastened the dog collar around her slender neck. This was the crucial part. I threaded the thin ropes connected to the nipple clamps through the rings on either side of the collar! Then I pulled the ropes back behind her neck. Finally, I wrapped a piece of black tape around the end of one rope so I wouldn't mix them up. Done!
"Whew. Handle and brake installation complete."
"Hye… hyeul? Heuhehik?"
Lee Jiun turned her black-haired head toward me, clearly confused. She would learn it thoroughly with her body soon enough, but a kind orientation couldn't hurt.
I declared firmly, "From now on, I hereby designate you as a quadrupedal bloated-belly RC car."
"…Hyaht hoheng honghae halhihah?"
"Yes. RC car. I'll only explain this once, so listen carefully. If you don't do it properly, I'll never remove the butt plug for the rest of your life."
The moment I finished speaking, Lee Jiun's anal muscles twitched violently. Her sphincter bulged outward with a wet schluuuuurp before sucking back inside with a shluuuuck.
"……."
I couldn't read her mind, but I'd take that as an enthusiastic affirmative.
"Alright, the principle is simple. This is a right turn."
I gently pulled the rope with the tape on it. Instantly—
"Hihiiiiiiik—!!!"
The clothespin clamped on her right nipple was yanked taut, pulling upward toward the collar! But contrary to my expectations, Lee Jiun showed no sign of moving. She simply trembled in place.
Didn't she understand? Then I'd have to keep going until she did.
Sluuuuurp—!
I pulled the rope much harder than before. The monstrous nipple stretched nearly the length of my middle finger, dragged along with it. The base of the elongated nipple gradually turned deathly pale. Then her entire right breast began to lift upward. Only then, unable to endure the pain any longer, did Lee Jiun begin to move her limbs in a crawling motion.
Pat pat pat pat.
Alternating elbows and knees, she rotated half a turn to the right. Then, using the tension in the line—
Flick. Flick. Flick.Flick—!
"Hik! Hiiik! Hik! Kuuu—!"
Like casting a fishing rod, I used my wrist to give sharp little tugs♡ With every snap, her nipples bounced like they were dancing♡ And every time those nipples sprang upward♡ the black four-legged beast would subtly veer to the right♡
Right-turn training complete♡
"Good girl. Then I don't need to explain left turn, do I?"
"Hya… hya haeyo haeyo! (N-no… you don't have to!)"
Hmm… well, she seemed to understand properly, so I was tempted to skip the opposite direction. But—
Since the strategy seemed to be progressing well, I had no choice.
"Hup!"
Sluuuuuuurp—♡
"Hyaaaaak—!♡"
When I pulled the rope connected to her left nipple, Lee Jiun spun half a turn to the left. Her movements were noticeably quicker than during the right turn. It seemed the directional system had been thoroughly imprinted on her body.
"Haa… haa… hiik…."
"Understood the directional system? Next are the accelerator and brake."
I pulled the riding crop back, took aim at her left buttock, and—
"Forward!"
—swung it with the force of a pro tennis player's serve!
CRAAAAAACK—!
"Kuuueeeeek—!"
Forward was signaled by whipping her ass with the riding crop. Speed could be adjusted by the strength of the strike. Surprisingly, she learned this far faster than the directional system. The moment her ass was struck, she shot forward like a sled dog, scrambling on all fours. Maybe she would have done the same even if I hadn't taught her the signal.
But she was running too fast. Her massively swollen belly was jiggling violently. If she tripped and fell spectacularly, it could be a disaster.
"Whoa, stop!"
I yanked both ropes at the same time.
"Hihyaaaaaaaah—!!"
With a bizarre scream, Lee Jiun came to a halt. No—wait. She didn't just stop. Like a horse whose reins had been violently yanked while galloping, she straightened her upper body and planted both knees firmly on the ground, standing tall in place!
"Oho—?"
Probably because both nipples were being pulled upward at once. It seemed like an instinctive attempt to minimize the pain. Of course, from her perspective it was a desperate act, but from an observer's point of view… it was kind of… amusing?