Pussy Brushing
With her rage having dropped a notch, she stroked my hair in a softened voice, the way one soothes a child, and my panicked body slowly began to settle. The trembling stopped. My clogged ears cleared. Color started seeping back into my vision.
"...Unnie. Would you go to the bathroom and grab me a tube of toothpaste? Any one is fine."
"T-toothpaste?"
"Yes. Toothpaste."
I didn't do anything so stupid as to ask why and risk setting her off again. I simply rose from where I was and, dragging my aching body, tottered toward the chairman's office, where the toothpaste was likely to be.
The bedroom and the bathroom weren't particularly far apart, but in my current wrecked state even that short stretch took no small amount of time, and the whole way there I could think of nothing but why she'd asked me to fetch toothpaste.
...Is she going to brush my teeth?
It was the most plausible idea, but there was no reason she'd pick this particular moment to brush my teeth.
...Rejected.
I ran through a few more possibilities after that, but nothing that really held up. Unless you'd been in this situation yourself, it would have been hard to guess ahead of time. I stopped thinking about it, grabbed one of the tubes sitting on the bathroom sink at random, and headed back to the bedroom.
A mint toothpaste that left your mouth feeling cool and fresh, with little grainy bits inside — one of the kinds I used all the time.
Back in the bedroom, I found her perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed in an arrogant pose.
"You're back?"
"Uh... yeah..."
The spot beside her was empty, but I knelt in front of her instead, both hands folded neatly on my knees, and looked up at her carefully. She smiled, apparently pleased with the sight of me like that, then crooked a finger to summon me up onto the bed.
"Get up, unnie. Stand up straight on the bed. Unnie."
"St-stand?"
"Yeah. Stand up straight, unnie."
I'd thought her anger had cooled a little. Had it not?
The order to stand up straight sent the room spinning. I didn't want to get hit again — not even if it killed me. Panic started creeping back in, and I was about to bow my head, ready to lick her feet if that's what it took, when she caught my forehead with her hand and held it up.
"Beating time is over, so don't worry and just stand up straight. Unnie. Now it's cleaning time."
"Uh... okay!"
The words beating time is over sent strength surging into my legs, and I was on my feet in an instant. I even had the illusion that my head had cleared, as if the pounding had never happened.
"...You really shouldn't be this happy already..."
She said something or other, but none of it reached my ears. The beating was over. I was going to live. My head was turning into a field of flowers.
Come to think of it, our bedroom was an absolute mess, thanks to my own laziness. I'd been too unwilling to put up with even the slightest inconvenience, so I'd wiped my juices off with the blanket, and I'd leaked every filthy fluid imaginable — tears, snot, the works — until the whole place reeked of something unsavory.
The cleaning she meant had to be this bed. That still didn't explain the toothpaste, but I decided not to dwell on it. Heejin would have her reasons.
My body still hurt, and part of me wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest, but the desire to be properly forgiven by her was stronger. I stood as she'd told me to, then scooped the blanket up into my arms.
Should I just take this back to the bathroom? I looked at her with that question in my eyes. She clicked her tongue and gestured for me to put the blanket down.
"Unnie. The cleaning I'm talking about isn't that stupid blanket."
"Th-then..."
Was I supposed to wash the entire bed? Not just the blanket — the whole thing. The thought made my vision go dark. The mattress looked so heavy I wasn't sure even ten of me could lift it. If I had to wash that thing by myself, I definitely wouldn't be sleeping tonight, and I'd be spending all of tomorrow on it too.
That was when a single sentence from her blew all those gloomy thoughts away at once.
"Y...es..."
She was smiling, but she wasn't smiling. She looked like someone who got more furiously angry the more she thought about it — who didn't even want to think about it at all, except it kept rising up anyway, so she was forcing the smile onto her face.
The insults pouring from her mouth were beyond anything I could have imagined, and a humiliation that made my whole body shake ran through me — but of course I didn't protest. The instant I let even one more word out, I had a powerful gut feeling that she'd lose it completely and beat me to death.
"Spread that moron slut-pussy that takes after you. Unnie."
"Yes....."
Feeling like a knife had been driven into my chest, I took both hands and spread the thick, fleshy lips of my pussy apart — and that was when I finally registered the toothpaste in her hand. She popped the cap, tossed it carelessly onto the floor, and started squeezing a thick glob into her palm.
Just as it dawned on me that the toothpaste I'd brought was, as she'd said, for cleaning my pussy, another question occurred to me.
Was it even okay to put toothpaste inside a pussy? The inside of a woman's vagina was lined with delicate mucous membrane. Was it really all right to smear mint-flavored toothpaste on that tender flesh?
"...Of course you brought the spicy one. You really are a fucking idiot."
Of course I hadn't known. What kind of person would even think of that?
Granted, those goddamn twins' fingers had been inside me. I knew she suspected as much, and that was why she was doing this. The idea that something filthy had gotten on my body was justified, and I felt dirty too — even if she hadn't been the one to clean me, I would have thoroughly washed out my pussy myself.
But even so, wasn't toothpaste going too far? Wouldn't soap have been enough...?
"Y-you're going to c-clean it... with toothpaste...?"
I asked, desperately praying inside that I was wrong, that she wasn't that much of a monster — but her answer was simple. She didn't hesitate for even a second. It came out smooth and easy.
"Th-then..."
I was about to beg her to spare me — if she knew that well, then please, just this once, let me off, forgive me — but she was a step ahead. She shook her head and went on.
Every word of it was sincere. The pain, the part about branding me with fire — all of it rang true.
One eye was locked on my private parts; the other was looking toward the stove. Those unnerving eyes only confirmed that she meant every word.
"...And that's not the only reason. If you suffer through this, if you writhe in pain, maybe that complete lack of danger-sense of yours will get even a little bit better. You'll learn to be careful. You'll learn what it means to be suspicious. Letting you pick the toothpaste was my last act of kindness. Whine one more time and I really will brand you with fire..."
"Hhk... uuuugh...."
There was nothing I could do now. All I could do was wait for my owner's touch, weeping like a pig being led to slaughter.
"Spread your legs about shoulder-width. Take your hands off. They're in the way."
Between my spread legs, her hand approached, thickly coated in blue mint toothpaste. With my hands no longer holding myself open, my pussy was fully exposed, laid bare in a single glance.
Starting with my thick outer lips and working all the way to my pretty, butterfly-shaped inner ones, her meticulous fingers coated every last bit of surface, leaving nothing untouched. At first it was just a cool, minty sensation — but as the seconds ticked by, that coolness began to curdle into heat, and before I knew it my forehead was beaded with thick drops of sweat.
"Ah... aah..."
It was so hot. Every nerve I had was concentrated in my outer and inner lips. I wanted to sprint to the fridge right now, grab ice, and rub it all over my labia. It felt like we hadn't even started yet, and it already hurt so much.
Would I be able to last until the end? I was certain I wouldn't.