The Warehouse Contract
As I neared the warehouse, I spotted Serena’s pink hair—she had already checked the note and was waiting for me.
She kept glancing around, restless and on edge. The moment she confirmed it was me, she clutched the note in a white-knuckled grip and jabbed a trembling finger in my direction.
“You…!”
“What’s with the face? You look like a beast being dragged to the slaughterhouse.”
“You think I’ll just roll over because you blackmail me like this?”
“Ah, so you’re fine with me showing Ian this video, then?”
“I-Ian would never believe it!”
“You really think so?”
“……”
Serena’s lips only quivered; she had nothing left to say.
“…W-What do you want?”
Finally—the answer I’d been waiting for.
“Nothing major. Just have fun with me for one month.”
“What…? You think I’d do that kind of thing with trash like you for a whole month? I’d rather die!”
Serena spat the words in a voice thick with venom, but I only tapped the smartphone screen with casual ease.
“C’mon. Entertain me for just one month and I’ll delete this video right in front of your eyes.”
Blackmail rule number one.
Never choke the life out completely. Leave just enough of a breathing hole—hope—so the victim walks into the swamp on their own two feet.
“Think about it. Grit your teeth and endure one month, and you can take this secret to the grave. Refuse right now? By this afternoon the entire school will be treating themselves to that filthy look on your face. Do you honestly believe Ian will still love you the same way after he sees it?”
“……”
“So decide. Freedom in one month, or ruin starting today.”
Serena shut her eyes and sank into thought. I stayed silent, simply waiting for her choice.
And then—
“…I have a condition.”
“What is it?”
“My virginity… that part is absolutely off-limits. If you try to force yourself into my body, I’ll drag you down with me even if it destroys my entire life.”
Serena glared at me, eyes full of spite.
Well, I already saw that answer coming.
I snickered inwardly. The tastiest cut is always best saved for last.
Spending a month gnawing away at her mind, corrupting her bit by bit until she offers up her virginity with her own hands—that’s the golden standard for this kind of game.
“Fine. I can live with a condition like that. Forcing people isn’t really my hobby anyway.”
I gave her a sly grin and pressed my lips right against her ear.
“In exchange, as long as I don’t put it in, I can do whatever I want with everything else. Fingers, mouth… or any other hole. That sound about right?”
“……Just… don’t put it in. Promise me.”
Her voice trembled as she surrendered everything else to protect the one thing she held most precious.
Still smiling that same crooked smile, I seized her slender wrist like a snare.
“Don’t worry. I keep my promises. Now then—shall we go write up our contract?”
I dragged her straight into the dust-choked warehouse.
The air inside was cool and thick with a musty stench.
“A c-contract? There’s no paper or anything…”
“Who uses paper these days? We carve it into the body so nobody forgets.”
I pulled two crystal orbs from my pocket—expensive recording spheres I’d bought at the magic shop after emptying my entire wallet.
“We’re going to store the exact terms we agreed on today inside these. One for me, one for you.”
Serena’s pupils wavered. The fact that she would own a copy instead of being completely at my mercy seemed to give her a strange flicker of relief.
“We put our promises in here. If either of us breaks them, the other exposes it and we both go down. Fair, right?”
“…You’re serious? You’ll delete it after one month for sure?”
“Of course. We’re secret friends for the next month, after all—very close ones.”
I poured mana into the orbs and began recording. In a trembling voice Serena recited the clauses: one month of obedience, no penetration.
Stupid bitch.
The situation had twisted so far she couldn’t even think straight anymore; a snort of laughter almost escaped me.
Once the same content was etched into both orbs, I pressed one into Serena’s hand.
She clutched it as if it were a lifeline, never realizing she had fastened the collar around her own neck.
“All right, we’ve split the contract. Time to stamp the seal, don’t you think?”
“Seal…?”
She looked up at me with eyes full of unease and suspicion, as if handing over the orbs should have been the end of it. I only smirked and unbuckled my belt.
Then I shoved my limp cock right in front of her face.
“Stamp it with your lips. Right here.”
“……!”
“What, I even gave you a recording orb and you can’t show a little sincerity? If you want your freedom in a month, do as you’re told. Come on.”
Under my pressure, Serena turned back to face my cock with a look of pure despair. She crouched on shaking legs and took the limp shaft in her hand.
“Ah—before the stamp, you’ll need to get it hard first, right?”
“Kh…”
Serena clenched her teeth against the shame, yet she still bowed her head and obeyed.
Her slender fingers carefully wrapped around the shaft, then began stroking up and down with clumsy, unpracticed motions.
“Where’d all that enthusiastic sucking from yesterday go? Your mouth would be faster than your hand.”
My mockery made her shoulders jerk hard. In the end she parted her own lips and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
“Slurp… suck… mmph…”
Wet, filthy friction sounds shattered the warehouse silence. Doing this of her own will—not under any illusion, fully conscious—only drove her deeper into despair.
It didn’t take long. My cock swelled inside her mouth until it stood rigid and throbbing, ready to burst.
“Oh, perfect for a nice clean stamp. Now finish it while looking at the crystal.”
I brought the orb close to her face.
“Just so you know—your lips have to touch the urethra.”
Serena’s eyes trembled violently. Even as tears welled, she stared straight into the crystal.
“I will kill you for this…”
With those words she squeezed her eyes shut as if bracing against the shame, then steeled herself and stretched her lips forward.
She sealed her soft mouth flush against the tip of my cock—right over the slit where a bead of fluid had gathered.
“Mwah…”
“Nice. That came out real pretty.”
Satisfied, I pulled her to her feet, bent her over a dust-covered desk, and flipped her skirt up.
“W-Wait! You promised my virginity was off-limits!”
“I’m not touching that hole, so relax. I’m the type who keeps a promise to the letter. More importantly—can you use Clean Magic?”
“Why would you…?”
Serena twisted around to look at me, eyes wide with fear.
I pulled a book from my coat and opened it in front of her face—one of the volumes I’d taken from Wisdom Hall.
“According to this, Clean Magic can thoroughly wash out an asshole from the inside.”
“Wh… why would you… there…”
“Why else? That hole’s going to be my personal playground.”
I gave her ass a sharp smack.
Slap!
“Hik…!”
The pale, springy flesh instantly flushed red.
“Start chanting. Clean your own backside with your own hands. That way it’ll feel nicer when I put my present in later, won’t it?”
“…You bastard.”
Serena brought her slender fingers behind herself.
“Cl-Clean… Purify…”
The purification spell she normally used only on dirty magical tools now, under her own chant, seeped into the most secret and humiliating place on her body.
“It’s done…”
Her anus was now completely emptied and washed, ready to be claimed by someone else whether its owner wanted it or not.
I smiled in satisfaction and reached between her cheeks.
“Let’s check how clean it is.”
I spread her ass wide. Between the pink flesh, the tightly clenched, wrinkled hole was laid bare without a shred of mercy.
It quivered faintly, as if voicing its owner’s shame.
“Oh, cute little asshole. Real inviting.”
“Haa… ngh…”
Serena flushed crimson and turned her head away, teeth gritted.
Enjoying her reaction, I held the hole open and inspected the inside.
“Nice and clean. The magic scooped everything out so the pink flesh shows up crystal clear.”
I deliberately traced soft, persistent circles around the clenched entrance with a fingertip.
“Time to get the playground ready for opening day.”
I took out a string of silicone anal beads I’d prepared earlier.
A chain of glossy black spheres—far too much, at a glance, for Serena’s tiny entrance.
“W-What is that…?”
“What do you think? Asshole expander.”
I squeezed a generous amount of clear, slippery gel onto her anus. The cold liquid hit the sensitive rim and Serena jerked her hips with a sharp “Hik!”
“N-No! Please…”
I pressed the first gel-slick bead firmly against her tightly shut hole.
Squelch.
“Ah—aahhh…! Haa, ngh!”
As the bead began forcing its way into the small, narrow anus, Serena’s thighs trembled violently; she clawed at the desk hard enough to crack her nails.
“Relax.”
I didn’t stop. The second bead, then the third, pushed in one after another.
Schlick, schlup—
“Hik…!”
“That tight grip of yours is first-class. And… last one.”
Once every bead was fully inside, a black ring remained at the end—designed so I could yank the whole string out in one go and scrape her insides raw whenever I pleased.
“Hngh… haa…”
Serena panted, expression melting under the unfamiliar fullness pressing from behind as if her brain were dissolving.
“Shall we try a test pull?”
I hooked a finger through the ring and gave a light tug.
“W-Wait…!”
A sudden full yank might hurt, so I activated Sensation Amplification and cranked her pleasure fivefold.
Schlorp, pop-pop-pop!
“Ogoooh♡”
Every time a heavy bead scraped along her walls on the way out, Serena’s whole body shuddered and her eyes rolled back.
And then—
Sploosh.
“How’s that? Feel good?”
“Hikkuu…♡”
Serena couldn’t even form words; she only shook. A thin strand of drool kept spilling endlessly from her slack lips.