Third Rule: Proper Ejaculation Management for the Toilet
It had been two days since I arrived here. Even though it was just morning, my eyes stung and my head throbbed.
This felt just like the first morning in basic training.
A few differences, though.
Instead of a wake-up bugle, the scent of pussy juice roused me from sleep. Instead of fatigues, I was wearing heavy iron chains.
At least for this morning, basic training might've been better. The thought flashed through my mind.
No matter how amazing the women were at relieving my lust, it was all forced—devoid of free will. Being stripped of freedom made it all the same.
"Toilet-kun~ Did you sleep well? You're all perky this morning~."
Amelia, having finished cleaning the area spotlessly, approached me with a smile. Even while scrubbing nearby, she'd been stealing flushed glances my way.
Thanks to Catalina blasting me with her morning holy water, my dick was rock-hard. With Amelia so close, it showed no signs of going down.
And since my bound hands couldn't reach, even the right to jerk off had been taken away...
Sinking into a deep sense of helplessness, my shoulders slumped. Then, very slowly, Amelia drew closer.
Her wet hand, damp from the water, suddenly gripped the shaft of my dick.
I half-expected her to coolly milk one out for me.
......
But for some reason, she just stroked the shaft with a regretful look. No bold moves like yesterday—just hesitation.
"What a shame~. If there weren't any schedules today, I'd take care of you properly..."
Was "schedules" referring to me? Or to Amelia herself?
Unable to read her intent, I stared straight at her.
Then, like petting a puppy's chin, she gently caressed between my balls and the base of my dick.
"Shall we wash up first, then?"
Her sweet tone and smile clashed so hard with her lewd actions that it only frustrated my junior even more.
If we're doing this, we might as well get comfortable with each other...
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With Amelia holding my leash—my dick as hostage—we headed to the shower.
The bed was close enough that water might splash, but a glass partition kept everything dry, so no worries.
Any mess, and Amelia would clean it up anyway. Hygiene wasn't my problem.
The real issue was elsewhere.
Clank! Clank!
The heavy iron collar linked to my necklace.
Forget turning on the shower lever—even basic washing was impossible like this.
After struggling with the lever for a while,
"Hmm~. As expected, Toilet-kun can't do anything without me~."
Amelia, watching with a smug grin, finally pulled the lever like it was no big deal.
......They tie me up and then complain I can't manage.
Anyway, judging by her actions, this woman wasn't exactly normal either.
"With your hands tied, it must be so uncomfortable. I'll wash every nook and cranny for you~."
Sitting on the bath chair, feeling Amelia's tender touch, she began explaining the rules.
It dragged on with all sorts of side stories, but summing it up:
First: The top authorities in Dia Village were the five young ladies, including Ruby.
There were guards, top chefs, and all sorts of staff living here, but their sole duty was one thing: pamper the chaebol daughters with ultra-luxury service. So Amelia and Catalina were just employees—they couldn't defy the ladies' words.
Of course, a rightless slave like me was even less of an option.
Second: Everything done here was classified as top-secret.
These girls came from families so elite that billionaires couldn't touch them. To prevent unimaginable backlash if identities leaked or info hit the media, they kept it airtight.
That was why a slave like me could enter this place.
Finally, the third.
"Without the young ladies' permission, we can't just insert Toilet-kun's dick~."
Swish swish.
Amelia made a sad face like it was such a pity. But her soapy hands had been stroking just my dick for ages.
......
Anyway, this was the most fucked-up part.
This rule was recent, since there'd been no slaves before.
Whatever the reason, it boiled down to this:
A slave had to get rock-hard instantly whenever the ladies wanted.
If staff used him impulsively and he hit refractory period right when they needed him, even normally sweet ladies might flip out unpredictably.
However, staff could go as far as simulated acts for instinct relief.
Even women living in a no-man zone had needs. Pent-up urges could tank service quality—that's the consideration. With conditions like after the ladies used him or on neglected days.
It also prevented mass pregnancies among staff. If every woman here got knocked up by the slave, power dynamics would flip.
The so-called "group female corruption route."
Sounded seductive, like unlocking world conquest in a civ game. But becoming father to a village of women and taking over? My head hurt just imagining it now.
Lost in pointless fantasies, Amelia continued.
"Anyway, you should thank Miss Ruby."
"Miss... Ruby?"
Why? Out of the five ladies, why her?
I gave Amelia a puzzled look. My eyes were drawn to her soaked top.
Through her white bra peeked vivid raspberries—surprisingly deep crimson, unstained.
Size unclear with half-covered, but... surpassing choco pies??
"Actually, buying a slave for 5 billion is super rare~."
I'd zoned out from her tits, missing the start, but the rest was this:
Slave market prices topped at 300 million max. Usually 5 to 100 million.
Shelving questions on how this black market survived,
Ruby's absurd bid threw the other four into chaos. After fierce persuasion, she paid 4.8 billion alone and added two conditions.
"Two... conditions?"
"Yup~. One's a secret from you, Toilet-kun, and the other's coming up soon~."
What could they be? The price for bringing me here.
Brainstorming hypotheses, the bath wrapped up before I knew it.
Amelia dried me thoroughly with a soft towel. Felt cleaner than if I'd done it solo.
"From now on, shower with me morning and night~. Cleanliness is key here~."
After blow-drying too, she brought breakfast.
Food in a toilet? School cafeteria PTSD nearly triggered me, but the smell was killer, so I held it together.
......
"Here, a plate perfect for Toilet-kun~."
Sluuuurp.
University cafeteria food seemed gourmet by comparison.
"How is it? Catalina made this setup just for you~. A doggy bowl. Isn't it adorable?"
This meal screamed "demolish any dignity left."
But if the planner was that sadistic bitch Catalina, it tracked.
Hey, Catalina. Fair warning—this status quo better hold. Succeed in flipping the script, and I'll treat you nicer than this.
Hands cuffed in chains, I hunched over, bringing my mouth to the food.
"Oh, Toilet-kun~. Gotta use the bathroom~. Bear with the smell, okay~?"
Sliiiide.
There were toilets in the next stall, but Amelia plopped right on mine.
Her thread-thin T-panties from her pants dealt secondary damage.
Clueless? Or on purpose?
Impossible to tell with this woman.
Pssshhhh— I crammed food in, ignoring the piss sounds as best I could.
Poooonng—.
Amelia's cute anal sigh echoed through the toilet bowl.
"Oops! During breakfast? So rude~. Sorry~."
100% enjoying it. No other way she'd smile like that.
Pffft—.
"Eek~. So embarrassing~."
God, someone please hit pause on my life's bullshit.
