Bride Training: The Practical Exam
If she insisted that to love someone was to lay everything bare, then I had to lay everything bare for her.
"...Unnie. If it's in front of you, I can show you every last embarrassing part of myself. And I love every last part of you the same way. So please... show me all of you, too. You love me, don't you, unnie? Right?"
"Yeah..."
It was only after I nodded, limp and powerless, that I finally understood exactly how twisted our relationship was.
She was doing all of this under the unshakable premise that I loved her — and even knowing that, I couldn't deny it. The thing she hated most in this world was lying.
Why?
Because the possibility that I didn't love her had been struck from the list of options entirely. The thought never even crossed her mind. She believed, with absolute certainty, that of course I loved her. To her, my love was simply a given — as self-evident as the earth being round. Nobody questions that the earth is round. Nobody questions that I love her.
And if I did something that made her doubt that love?
. . .
Something so horrific would unfold that my mind couldn't even begin to comprehend it. I didn't even want to imagine it.
Her demands were excessive, yes — but wasn't that still better than dying? It was the kind of thought you could only afford while you were still alive, after all.
Just as my thoughts were tilting toward not ruffling her feathers — toward keeping her nicely pampered and pleased — the tension must have eased a little, because I suddenly needed to pee. A woman's body, with its shorter urethra, seemed to get the urge so much faster.
"...Hey... Heejin..."
"Yes, unnie."
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course. Today's Bride Training is over, after all. Allow me to take you there."
"...You don't have to go that far..."
"As if I'd let someone who can barely walk go by herself. Up we go."
Just as she'd said, I'd been secretly hoping she'd help me anyway. So I set off for the bathroom nestled in her arms.
She supported my ass with one hand, opened the door with the other, and walked right into the bathroom with me.
...Huh?
"...Why are you coming in...?"
I'd assumed she'd set me down in front of the bathroom, so I couldn't hide my panic. An ominous image flashed through my mind, and goosebumps prickled over my skin. When no answer came, I looked up — and found her smiling that sly, wicked smile.
"What good is studying if you never take a practical exam, unnie? You have to work through a few applied problems, too. Show me you peeing. I want to watch."
"...A-Are you insane? I-I absolutely refuse!"
It was an outrageous demand. I refused her, my face going serious. Just imagining peeing in front of her made my face burn scarlet and my body tremble with shame. And she wanted me to actually do it.
I couldn't. I just couldn't.
"...Unnie."
"E-Even if you make that s-scary face, some things are just—"
"Hic—"
This time, I'd been ready to draw a line even if it meant taking the punishment. But the moment I came face-to-face with that icy aura of hers, all I wanted to do was run.
"I-I'll show you! I'll show you, so p-please..."
Just wipe that terrifying look off your face...
By now, I should have gotten used to that dead face of hers — it was practically her mascot at this point — but I couldn't. I couldn't even guess when I ever would.
That face that was always so brightly smiling, drained of every last emotion, staring at me with dull, lifeless pupils gone slack — who could ever get used to something that grotesque? Not me, at least.
"You mean it?"
"Y...yeah... I don't lie about stuff like this... and lying is the thing you hate most, besides..."
"Okay. I'll believe you, unnie. Because I love you. And I can believe the words of the person I love."
...Does she really get that much out of this kind of freakish behavior? Her gaze wouldn't leave my panties. Under that excessive attention, it felt like my crotch had caught fire. Heat bloomed between my legs.
"Haa..."
I let out a slightly breathless sigh, pulled off my panties, and sat down on the toilet. She plopped herself down on the bathroom floor and brought her face in close to my crotch.
"I-Isn't that a little too close?"
"That's how much I love you. When I said I could love even the filthy parts of you, I wasn't lying, unnie."
Was that really true? Looking at those eyes of hers, glittering like a freshly polished pair of shoes, it just seemed like a fetish — but I knew how rare it was to have a stomach strong enough to watch someone relieve themselves, so I decided to let it go.
"...Unnie?"
".........."
A little time had passed. In that time, I'd learned that women had a harder time holding it in than men — and I'd also learned that women were sensitive to being watched.
A sharp, needling pain stabbed at my bladder, but under her gaze, it was as if my bladder itself had grown shy. Paradoxically, I desperately needed to pee and yet I couldn't. Tension had locked my urethra shut.
"Heheh. You're so embarrassed, unnie. Your pussy's gone all red. Unnie's pussy is such a shy little thing."
"Aah! D-Don't look!"
The moment she said my pussy had flushed red just like my face, my body reacted violently. This wasn't even my real body. It shouldn't have mattered what happened to it. And yet, contrary to what I thought, my body moved with a will of its own.
I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to admit that even my mind had turned into a woman's. And yet I kept acting just like a girl my age.
"Unnie, this is all proof of love. Today, let's shake off every last embarrassing feeling, every last thing you want to hide, and get even closer. If you're... really that embarrassed... I could help you out a little."
I nodded at her question. There was no escaping someone who, once she bit down, never let go. I'd rather take her help and get this over with quickly. At the very least, it would give me an excuse.
"Alright then. Excuse me for a moment, unnie."
The moment I gave permission, her hand drifted slowly toward my groin, and her fingertip began to gently tease the tiny hole I peed from.
"There, unnie. Just relax. You can't pee when you're tense — that's just how it works."
Hearing her soothe me didn't actually relax me, but I'd needed to go so badly that after just a few touches of her hand, the urge I'd already been barely holding back began to boil over.
"You don't need to hold it. Come on, shhhh... You'll get sick if you hold it in..."
"Nngh... D-Do...n't looook...!"
The fingertip teasing my pee hole slipped just slightly inside the urethral opening, and the moment her other hand pressed down firmly on my lower belly, a cool rush of relief washed through me — and I heard the sound of pee hitting the water in the bowl.
Trickle... trrrrriiiickle....
I finally understood why women flush the toilet to hide the sound of themselves peeing. I had both my ears covered, too. Like a child who thinks that if they close their eyes, the other person can't see them either. My heart hammered with shame so violently it wouldn't have been strange if it burst.
Maybe I should've drunk less water. What if it's coming out bright yellow? What if she says I'm dirty and she hates it — wait, would that actually be a good thing...? All sorts of ridiculous thoughts flickered through my head.
"Haa..."
It was only after I'd thoroughly, satisfyingly done the deed that a languid pleasure drained the strength from my body.
"Good girl, unnie. I'll wipe you clean."
"....Nnnngh...."
How did every single word out of her mouth manage to stab at my shame like that? That, too, was a talent.
Maybe it was because I'd already shown her every last thing worth seeing and every last thing that shouldn't be seen. Her behavior still made me recoil, but the shock of it didn't hit quite as hard anymore.
...I already showed her me peeing. Getting wiped down is nothing compared to that...
...Wipe all you want. Wipe me for the rest of your life, for all I care.
"You worked so hard today, unnie. I was really, truly moved!"
She'd carefully wiped away every last drop of residual pee clinging to my urethral opening with a towel, and she looked genuinely happy.
Was it the power of having her love proven to her? The fact that love had to be proven this way in the first place was absurd, but at least she was in a good mood. That was a relief. My pride was already in shattered pieces. If she hadn't looked happy on top of that, I might have actually cried right then and there.
"Is there anything you want? You tried so hard, so I'll give you a reward."
A reward. So if there was a stick, there was a carrot too? This part, at least, wasn't so bad. I had no choice in anything anyway — I was in a position where I could only be dragged along by her. Which meant I might as well grab something extra out of it.
But there was one thing I needed to get straight. Namely, the difference between a reward and a wish.
"But last time, you said you'd grant me a wish."
"Huh? When did I?"
"In exchange for letting you smell my pussy... you gave me a wish ticket..."
She'd been playing dumb, but the moment I brought it up myself, she spoke as if it had just come back to her.
"Ah. Right, right. Why do you ask?"
"...I was wondering what the difference is between a reward and a wish..."
"Ah, that. A reward is exactly what it sounds like. You did well, so I decide to give you a prize. For example... letting you watch a little TV?"
"Then what's a wish?"
"A wish is exactly what it sounds like, of course. What else would it mean? If there's something you want, I'll grant all of it. Anything at all!"
"R-Really...?"
"Of course. I'm not the type to talk out of both sides of my mouth, unnie."