Rule 46: Amelia's Sudden Change and the Timely Uninvited Guest at the Toilet (3) ♥Catalina♥
About two weeks ago.
I had passed out with that worthless little demon's cock shoved down my throat.
Because of it, I was forced to take a full week off. An unintended blemish on my otherwise flawless career.
The humiliating memory of writhing in agony, choking to death.
How could I get sweet revenge on him? I'd been watching from afar, seething with anticipation.
"Catalina, something came in the mail for you."
Suddenly, a staff member handed me a note.
It said that if I wanted revenge, I should head to the Toilet right now.
Who the hell sent this? And why?
I was skeptical at first, but figured I had nothing to lose, so I went to the Toilet.
And there it was—the unbelievable sight that seized my vision. Amelia, utterly lost in that demon, breaking the rules.
"Toilet-kun~. I love you so much♡."
It... had come. The moment I'd been waiting for was finally here.
I seized his weakness from that scene and turned it into the perfect opportunity to torment him—make him grovel, beg, and cry at my feet with a collar around his neck.
But why was this?
Drip, drip.
Every time I replayed that incident, my throat ached, yet my pussy grew wet.
Even facing the insolent bastard who bit my clit, hot pussy juice dripped to the floor, drop by drop.
Every time I saw his frowning face, my heart pounded uncontrollably...
Annoying.
For some reason, rage boiled up inside me. So I snapped at the insolent demon lying sprawled out before me.
"How long are you going to make me wait? Decide now if you're going to obey or not!"
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I'd fallen right into Catalina's inescapable trap.
Even when I was carted off to the hospital, I'd worried about her a little. Now, I felt like an idiot for ever caring about this witch.
The woman before me had zero pity or sympathy. A pure sadist. Refusal wasn't an option for me anyway, but now Amelia was her hostage too.
Urk!!
I barely managed to haul my unresponsive body upright and knelt before Catalina.
"I'll... obey willingly."
An evil grin spread across Catalina's face.
"Hehe, good. First things first—time for an apology."
Catalina crossed her arms and glared at me. With no choice, I bowed my head and spoke to her.
"I'm truly sorry for what happened before. I won't defy you again, Catalina."
Slap!
The moment my lines ended, scorching heat bloomed on my cheek. Rubbing my stinging face and looking up, I saw Catalina lowering the hand she'd slapped me with, issuing her next command.
"Wrong. 'I will never tarnish the perfect career of the flawless Catalina-nim.' That's what you say."
"...Urk."
"You don't want Amelia fired over this, do you?"
Rage surged to the top of my head. I glared at Catalina like I wanted to kill her for dragging Amelia into it.
But she just blushed and smiled at my glare.
She's enjoying this.
The more humiliation and shame I felt, the more she panted with thrill.
So the fastest way out of this was simple. Gritting my teeth, I parroted her words exactly.
"From now on... I will never tarnish the perfect career of Catalina-nim... I'm truly sorry..."
Click!
The instant I finished, Catalina kicked off her heel and propped her foot on the bed.
Her short skirt rode up her spread legs, revealing smooth thighs encased in black latex that drew my eyes.
"You didn't think empty words would cut it, did you?"
Under her relentless pressure, I glanced at her foot inches from my nose and asked,
"What else do you want from me, then?"
Catalina grabbed a fistful of my hair and smashed my face into the top of her foot.
Ugh!
A thick, musky stench flooded my nostrils, jammed between her toes. She slammed her palm down on the back of my head with all her strength, not letting me resist.
"Because of your bullshit, I worked three straight days and nights without rest. Couldn't even wash. Clean it with your tongue and atone."
"...Understood."
As I reluctantly extended my tongue under her forceful order, Amelia—who couldn't stand by any longer—hugged Catalina's calf and tried to intervene.
"Catalina, let me do it instead! Toilet-kun did nothing wrong—please let him go!"
But Catalina shot her a venomous glare.
"Amelia. If you want to stay in Dia Village, let go of my leg right now."
Overwhelmed by the words and stare, Amelia's hands began to tremble. Still, she squeezed her eyes shut and clung on.
But...
"You don't want to end up on the streets with your little sister, do you?"
At the mention of her sister, Amelia's eyes snapped open. After agonizing hesitation, she bowed her head and released Catalina's leg.
And once more, Catalina's gaze turned to me.
"You—stop dawdling and lick!"
With Amelia's intervention shot down, I couldn't escape the humiliating fate. Under her constant prodding, I finally touched my tongue to her filthy, stinking foot.
But now, it didn't feel so bad. Just knowing Amelia had stood up for me brought tears of gratitude to my eyes.
Fine... If I can't avoid it, I'll enjoy it to the fullest, Catalina!
It was the foot of a dirty, smelly sadist witch. But thinking about it, in reality, it was the foot of a stunning big-titted beauty I'd never even approach.
In this line of work, it was a one-of-a-kind reward.
With all my slave-life expertise fired up, excitement swelled in my chest, making my heart race in a whole new way.
My tongue first touched the gap between her big toe and index toe.
Dirty and stinky, but even so, I panted hot breaths over her pretty toes—like the rest of her—and licked meticulously.
Then, shoving my tongue deep between them. Salty sweat hit my taste buds, along with Catalina's moan.
"Hngh♡!"
Did this woman have erogenous zones in her feet too?
She clamped her mouth shut, desperately stifling her moans.
But her toes twitched wildly where my tongue touched, and the hand gripping my head trembled.
By the time her foot was slick with saliva,
I let out an unconscious sigh of lingering pleasure, drunk on the taste.
Haa...♡ Give me the next foot, next foot quick...
I'd resisted the smell at first, but the more I tasted, the more addictive it became.
I hoped she'd switch feet soon, but...
"..."
Was I smiling too blissfully?
Her expression—dripping arousal and moaning just moments ago—had turned icy cold.
"You're enjoying this way too much, you pervert..."
...What? You're the one who enjoyed it just as much.
Who the hell is calling who a pervert?
As I swallowed my injustice inwardly, Catalina yanked my head up and shoved me back onto the mattress.
Thud.
"I can't just let this slide. Time for special training on you."
Special training?
What insane shit was she planning now?
As anxiety crept in and I glared at her, Catalina suddenly called out to Amelia.
"Amelia, get on top of this demon right now, facing him."
"...Pardon?"
Amelia's pupils shook like an earthquake at the incomprehensible order.
But under Catalina's piercing glare, she reluctantly climbed onto the bed. Her teary face came into view as she knelt on either side of my waist.
"I'm on, Catalina."
As Amelia looked down at me, waiting for instructions, Catalina gripped my shriveled cock tight and commanded her.
"Now, choke his neck as hard as you can."
"...Pardon?"
Amelia stared at Catalina in terror at the order to strangle me.
"Won't that hurt Toilet-kun a lot?"
Glare.
Catalina's sharp gaze poured onto Amelia again. Her shoulders jerked up then shrank back.
"I don't intend to kill him, Amelia. It's just punishment. For you, and for that demon."
"But still, this is..."
"Amelia, don't make me say it twice."
Amelia wavered, glancing between me and Catalina. I forced a smile and whispered to her.
"Amelia, just do what Catalina says for now."
"Toilet-kun..."
I hated pain with a passion.
But with my resolve to protect Amelia, I decided to sacrifice my body willingly.
As her slender hands gently wrapped around my neck,
Catalina squeezed my hardening cock with all her might and shouted.
"Amelia!"
"I'm sorry, Toilet-kun!"
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut and clamped down on my throat with full force.
Gack!
The pressure crushed my windpipe instantly. My breath cut off, stars danced in my vision, and darkness crept in.