Still Haven't Come to Your Senses?
Could I hold out until the end? I didn't think I could. Not even close.
I tried shutting my eyes, hoping it might dull the fear even a little, but I couldn't keep them closed for long. I'd wanted to look away from her terrifying gaze, from this brutal situation—but the moment my lids came down, a different terror seized me: the fear of not knowing what she might do.
No matter what happened from here on, I could not close my eyes. Taking a blow you could see coming had to hurt less than one you couldn't. Physically and psychologically both.
"Alright, Unnie. This is going to really hurt, so take a deep breath and get ready."
Having thoroughly coated every fold of my thick outer lips and butterfly-shaped inner ones with toothpaste, she brought the tube to my entrance. The nozzle pressed against my hole, then pushed inside.
The way she handled it made it clear she intended to squeeze the entire tube into me in one go. My face, already drained of color, went paper-white.
"Y-you're going to... spread it on, right...? N-not...?"
"Nope. Not happening, Unnie. It's not like we have time to spare. It's already going on ten o'clock—we need to wrap this up and go to bed. You think I'm going to squeeze it onto my hand and smear it around?"
...I'd have rather taken it slow and skipped sleep entirely, but I forced myself to nod.
"Deep breath, Unnie. That's the least I can do for you."
I did as she said—drew a deep breath, let the tension drain from my body as best I could. I exhaled every negative, anxious feeling I had, and just as I inhaled again, the nozzle jabbed into my hole and the toothpaste began flooding into me in a relentless stream.
The tube crumpled under her grip, collapsing inward as more and more of it poured into me.
"Nnh... nngh..."
For a fleeting moment there was a sensation I couldn't put into words—then a cold so intense it could freeze everything filled me from the inside. The burning heat on my outer and inner lips turned instantly cool, a shiver of almost-pleasant relief so sharp it was frightening. But I'd already lived through what came after, so I couldn't even begin to smile. After the coolness came its opposite. The heat.
I counted in my head. One, two, three, four, five—and just as I reached six, fire erupted inside me.
"Ah... ah... aah... AAAH!"
Hot. It was too hot. It felt like my insides had actually caught fire. I was so burning-hot I thought I might launch into the sky like a rocket. I was going to lose my mind.
She'd folded the bottom of the tube over and over, squeezing out every last drop until it was nothing but an empty husk rolling across the bed. She had actually put an entire tube of toothpaste inside me.
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but I couldn't take this heat anymore—it felt like my entire body was on fire. I'd never been through a gas chamber drill, lucky enough to have been born a woman, but I couldn't imagine even that hurting worse than this. Tears, snot, fluid pouring from every hole I had. My body was soaked in cold sweat. It felt like every organ inside me was twisting. This wasn't the kind of pain you get from needing the bathroom, but it was close enough to drive me insane. The room spun. The heat was choking me.
"I... I can't... I c-can't..."
No. No matter how I looked at it, this wasn't right. I'd rather be beaten within an inch of my life than endure this.
"J-just hit me. Hngh... Heejin, just hit me... uwaaah..."
I made a circle with my hands and held it over my womb as I said it. I'd rather not have a baby at all. I didn't want to go through this kind of pain for some future child. It was a despicable thought, the kind of thing only the worst kind of person would think, and I knew that—but that's how much it hurt. I didn't think I'd even be able to look at a child born through this kind of agony and find it beautiful.
I begged her, my body slick with sweat, tears and snot streaming down my face. I told her I didn't need a baby—that she should just hit me in the stomach instead. If I'd had even a shred of reason left, I never would have said something like that. But I was desperate to survive, and I had no choice but to lay my true nature bare in front of her.
And of course, she snapped.
"...What did you just say, Unnie...?"
"Th-that..."
It lasted only a split second, but my burning body went cold. I could feel the chill. Her icy words snapped a sliver of reason back into me. Even in the midst of losing my mind, I remembered every word I shouldn't have said.
"N-nooo! No! I-I didn't mean it... hngh... I didn't mean it..."
"What? You don't need a baby? That's what someone who's going to be a mother someday should say? They keep calling you an idiot, and you've actually become one. Unnie?"
"I-I'm sorry... n-no. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... hngh... please let it go just this once. Please... uwaaah..."
I rubbed my hands together in front of her, groveling like a fly, but her anger didn't ease even a little.
"Go to the bathroom and bring me a toothbrush, Unnie. Now I've got another reason to scrub that idiot pussy of yours clean. That's the path a precious child is going to come out of—it can't be filthy like some rag. I was going to stop here for today, but the more I think about it, the more I can't. You need to be punished more. Get up and bring it. Right now."
Clinging to one last shred of hope, I fumbled for her hand and tried to plead with her—but she yanked my hand down hard, dragging me off the bed.
I tumbled to the floor and half-sobbed my way to the bathroom in a frantic run. I didn't even know why I was running. My body was too spicy-hot, I couldn't think straight, my stomach was churning, the room was spinning, my emotions were so overwrought I just ran.
Unlike the toothpaste, there was nothing to choose from when it came to toothbrushes. There was only one kind. A densely bristled toothbrush, designed to get into every crevice between your teeth.
It was so soft it felt less like brushing your teeth and more like tickling them—and this time, that thing was going to be used on my most private place.
What now? Should I really just take this toothbrush and go back to her? Wouldn't the smarter move be to lock the door right now and wash myself out?
All kinds of thoughts raced through my head, but in the end, I decided to obey her orders without a fight.
If I provoked her any further, today's punishment might never end. And the more I thought about it, the less her order seemed like it would actually hurt me.
Right now, my pussy was packed with toothpaste—burning and spicy, yes, but the itch was just as bad. As more time passed, the itch actually started to overtake the heat.
Every ridge and fold had gone hypersensitive; it was sexually agonizing. If I was going to ask for something, I'd ask—there was no reason to refuse being scratched with a toothbrush.
Feeling a little better, I smiled to myself and padded quickly back to her. The pregnancy comment had been my mistake, sure—but thanks to it, I might actually get out of this situation.
"You look like you're in a good mood, Unnie."
"N-no... I-I'm not..."
I'd thought I'd hidden it as well as I could, but somehow she'd read my mind again. Her expression went ice-cold. Already my plan was falling apart, and my stomach turned.
"H-here..."
"Hmm..."
I more or less forced the toothbrush into her hand. She took it and smiled—a meaningful, knowing smile.
She smiled a meaningful smile.
She smiled a meaningful smile.
A meaningful...
...smile.
She smiled.
She just sat there, smiling.
She did nothing else.
She smiled that knowing smile at me.
And I was in this much pain.
I was so wretched I wanted to take something sharp and hack my pussy to shreds.
"Heh."
She didn't do a thing. She just sat there with a faint smile, looking down at me as if I were something worthless.
I wanted to tell her to scratch me, to scratch me without mercy—but if I did, there was no way she'd give me what I wanted. So I swallowed hard, over and over, staring at the corner of her mouth, waiting for her to speak.
That crooked corner of her mouth looked like it was laughing at me.
Please, please just stop smiling and do something to me... please... I feel like I'm going to die. It hurts so much.
Tick. Tock.
The ticking of the clock filled the silent room.
Her, just sitting there smiling. Me, sitting below her, dripping sweat from every inch of my body, gasping for air. There were so many tears and so much snot I could barely even see her smiling face anymore.
In the end, I was the one who broke.
"Ah... ah... aah... nngh... nngh... nngwaaah—!"
I let out a howl and lunged at her, trying to snatch the toothbrush from her hand. She'd never intended to clean me. That much I could feel in my gut. And as if to confirm I was right, her smile deepened.
"Give it! Give it to me! Give it to me right now! I want that!"
Her words drove a spike through that gut feeling, and something in me snapped. Blind with desperation, I threw myself at her.