Sealed with a Pussy Stamp
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“I stripped as you demanded! You’re not going to go back on your word, are you?”
Wolbi cried out in protest, her eyes glistening with tears. She glanced around warily, on guard for anyone who might approach. Her fur bristled like a hedgehog facing a predator.
“I get it—you’re committed. But before we seal the deal, I’m adding one more condition.”
“Ugh! What is it? Spit it out already.”
“If you accept being my flesh urinal apprentice, I’ll hand over Bucephalus without a fuss.”
“I thought I’d seen the worst of you, but there’s a new low! Fine. I’ve already stripped naked— what’s one more thing I can’t handle?”
Going fully nude had shattered Wolbi’s psychological barriers. She accepted my proposal without much resistance.
“Follow me.”
Wolbi changed clothes and trailed after me.
I led her to the inn I’d secured. It was rented under someone else’s name, with every precaution taken to avoid traceability.
Once inside, I pulled out paper and brush to draft the contract. The terms were straightforward.
“Your first condition: before returning to Singang, you’ll undergo one week of flesh urinal training under me.”
Wolbi skimmed the document. It matched exactly what we’d discussed verbally.
No sneaky poison clauses. She was already cornered—no need. My only remaining puzzle was how to train her.
“I’ve reviewed it.”
Wolbi spoke calmly after reading every line.
“Then stamp it.”
“I don’t have a seal. A thumbprint will do instead.”
“No way. A thumbprint on something this important? If no seal, we improvise.”
“Improvise how?”
“Take off your panties, dip your pussy in ink, and stamp a pussy print. Otherwise, no deal.”
Training started right then. Wolbi’s ears flushed red, like she’d been cursed by her parents. Her fists trembled.
But she was the desperate one. It didn’t take long for rational choice to win out.
“I’ve steeled myself a dozen times, but becoming your plaything is harder than I thought.”
Wolbi sighed self-mockingly as she hiked up her skirt. Panties took longer, despite her recent full nudity.
“I’ll apply the ink for you.”
“No need!”
“If it’s not thorough, the print won’t take properly. I won’t accept a sloppy contract.”
At my stubbornness, Wolbi’s eyes welled up again as she glared. But compliance was her only option.
I brushed ink over her pussy mound, teasing her slit lightly with the tip. She twisted in resistance—unfamiliar sensations tormenting her mind.
“Ugh! Stop tormenting me!”
“Tormenting? I’m helping you.”
“Your brushwork’s been malicious from the start!”
Quick on the uptake.
I spent a full hour meticulously inking her pussy.
Wolbi’s was small and fluffy. Hypersensitive too. With zero sexual tolerance, she reacted exactly as I imagined.
Perfect plaything. Her responses were exquisite.
“All inked.”
“Ughhh…! I’ll stamp it. Turn around.”
“Nope. You might mess up and stamp the wrong spot.”
Wolbi shot me a fierce glare.
I kept my eyes glued to her pussy regardless.
Resigned, she squatted awkwardly and stamped the contract. Clumsy pose, but it worked. Her pussy lips printed clearly.
“Contract sealed. We’ll make great partners.”
“Ugh! What’s that supposed to mean—partners?”
“We’re in the same boat now! Good. Time for the Yin-Yang Pills.”
Wolbi took the yin pill; I swallowed the yang.
Now, she couldn’t defy my orders. As long as I didn’t issue absurd ones.
She won’t obey ‘kill Maro.’ She’d kill herself first.
No plans for that anyway. Maro’s a valuable long-term piece.
“As promised—Bucephalus.”
A deal’s a deal.
I handed over the hefty divine spear. Wolbi’s eyes shifted.
Seconds ago, murderous intent; now, wide-eyed surprise at holding it.
Probably shocked I gave it up so easily.
“Why the look?”
“Honestly, I never thought you’d hand over a divine weapon this readily.”
“I’m serious about contracts. Don’t want it? Give it back.”
“N-no! A deal’s a deal, like you said! I did that humiliating thing for it!”
Wolbi hid Bucephalus behind her back. No intent to reclaim it.
Though I’ll take it back later.
By then, the Demonic Cult will be mine too.
My focus now: Wolbi’s body.
“Time to uphold your end. Flesh urinal training starts now.”
“Ugh…! No idea what horrors you have in store.”
Her face twisted in condemnation—fueling my excitement.
I dropped my pants, my fully erect cock bobbing free. Her disgust intensified.
“Men’s dicks are grotesque. I want to chop it off.”
“Hey! Blasphemous thoughts. Get naked and crawl over here.”
“……”
Wolbi glanced at Bucephalus and sighed. Time to pay up.
She undressed slowly—faster than on the street, but hesitation lingered. How long it’d last? Hopefully gone by training’s end.
Wolbi’s build was slender, much like real-world Lina’s. Cool demeanor matched too. Lina’s bold and carefree inside; Wolbi was ice-cold through and through.
Training a prickly one like her is way more fun.
Shatter her pride, repaint her tainted canvas with new colors. Delicious prospect. I couldn’t wait.
Wolbi obeyed faithfully—not from the pill, but self-awareness.
Her crawling form suited her shame-flushed face perfectly. I extended my foot.
“Lick.”
I wiggled my toes disgustingly. Her eyes narrowed to slits, glaring.
I shrugged.
“Hah…! I’m obeying because of the Yin-Yang Pill!”
After a gahour of hesitation, she brought her face to my toes. Cute little mouth opened. I shoved them in.
“!?”
Startled, she bit down—petty revenge. Mild sting, nothing more.
“Clean every toe thoroughly with your tongue. From now on, it’s my toe towel.”
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
Who knows what she said. Nothing nice.
Her toe service was predictably clumsy. Below expectations, even.
Nibbling for pain? Infuriating. Too risky to jump to fellatio yet.
“Hmm. Still don’t know your place, huh.”
I yanked my foot free and stood. Wolbi smirked triumphantly—like she’d won a tug-of-war. Thought her revenge landed?
“Ever kissed anyone?”
“Vulgar question. No reason to report my kissing history to you.”
“It’s an order.”
“……None. Wait—yes. Your toes, just now. Thanks. An experience no woman’s had.”
Sarcasm laced her reply. I chuckled.
“Grateful for that? Rarer ones await.”
“Ugh! Bad vibes. Y-you! What’s that vulgar pose?”
I knelt before her, ass out—like a woman in doggy. Not for me getting railed, obviously.
“Your second kiss: my asshole. Seems you still don’t get your position.”
“Lies! I can’t do that!”
Even resolute Wolbi balked. Fair—demanding an ass kiss out of nowhere? Smiling acceptance would be suspicious.
“Impossible! No way! Physiologically impossible!”
But I held the knife.
“Order! Kiss my asshole!”
“No! I said no! Ahhh!”
Wolbi writhed, screaming in agony. Yin-Yang Pill effect.
Defying me stabbed her skull like Sun Wukong’s headband. Clutching her head, she wailed.
“Aaaah! Anything else! I’ll do anything! Not that! I hate it! Don’t want my lips on your filthy hole!!!”
“Haha! Perfect test of your will. Endure the pain. Oh, and prolonged refusal means worse awaits.”
“Nooooo!”
Wolbi fainted. Pain pierced so deep, she pissed herself on blackout.
Light Heal, Light Cure.
No escape in unconsciousness. After four faints, she finally planted her second kiss on my asshole.