You've Completely Become an Idiot, Unnie
Her words drove a spike straight through my gut instinct, and something in my eyes snapped. Half-mad with spite, I lunged at her.
For the first time, I did not follow her command. It went beyond mere disobedience—it was something close to rebellion. No. This was rebellion.
My heart warned me that I shouldn't, that I would surely get hurt badly—and yet, strangely, it didn't feel bad at all. I could rebel against her, this woman who had always seemed as high as the sky. I could look at her from equal height.
It was electrifying. I felt drunk on the version of myself that could go this far against her. For the first time in a long while, I felt alive. My first act of defiance felt genuinely, thoroughly good. It would have been even better if the feeling could last...
Unfortunately, my rebellion did not last long. It was crushed the moment it began. She didn't even put much effort into it. She stopped my charging forehead with a single finger. The instant she set that one finger against my brow and pushed, I went sprawling onto my back, my ass hitting the mattress with a thud.
"What do you think you're doing, Unnie?"
"Ah, it's nothing... hehe..."
Gone was the woman who had charged in so full of fire. She stared down at me—grinning that pathetic little grin—as if she couldn't quite believe what she was looking at.
"Turn around, Unnie."
"Okay..."
The rebellion was over. I turned around exactly as she told me to. She wrenched both my arms behind my back, pinned them with one hand, and snapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists—where she'd even gotten those, I had no idea.
Uh... uh... While I was still making those stupid little sounds, my body pitched forward. All she'd done was fold my arms behind me, and I couldn't find my center of gravity. I always thought this, but my body was weaker than I imagined, and I was clumsy beyond clumsy. I twisted my head this way and that to keep the blanket from smothering my breath, planted my face in the mattress, and gasped.
While I was busy sucking down air, she bound my ankles just as tightly. She spread my legs so wide my pelvis ached, then wedged a long bar between them so I couldn't close them again, fastening each ankle to either end.
I had always been slow as a slug. Her hands, by contrast, were lightning. By the time I was still panting just to breathe, she had finished every last preparation.
She took me by the shoulders and rolled me over. Only then could I draw a proper breath.
The fact that she had bound my hands and my ankles—and even taken charge of my breathing—while I was lying there gasping, hit me with a wave of shame so deep I wanted to disappear. I didn't know what the point of my existence even was. There was nothing I could do for myself. I was helpless, fragile to a pathetic degree. Without her, I wouldn't last a week; I wouldn't even need that long to die. What could someone weaker than a greenhouse flower possibly do if she weren't there? The miserable thoughts came one after another, each one catching the tail of the last.
The value of my existence really did seem to be for her sake alone. Unlike me, she was brilliant and magnificent. Wasn't I a being created for no other reason than to soothe her moods?
Smack!
"Euh— euaaang?!"
A dark cloud had been gathering in my head around all those miserable thoughts when a hand came down on my tender thigh and jolted me wide awake.
"Looks like you've got room to think about other things, Unnie."
"Th-that's not— hwaang?!"
With my arms folded behind me and my legs locked in place, all I could do was stare at the ceiling, so of course I couldn't see where her hand was going. These uselessly enormous breasts blocked any view of anything below my chest. I didn't even know her hand had moved.
"Feeling good, Unnie? You wrecked someone else's mood all to hell, and now this idiot Unnie feels good? Hmm?"
"........."
To cut to the chase: it felt incredibly good. A shiver ran through my whole body, sharp enough to make me tremble. It seemed like she had only pressed a fingertip lightly against some part of me, and I nearly died of how good it was.
"You should answer, Unnie. What, you can't even talk now?"
She glared at me with murder in her eyes, interrogating me—but was this really an atmosphere in which I could just come out and say that I liked it? She had made the air itself feel lethal, and then she demanded the truth. The question was far too malicious.
I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to keep my mouth shut either, so I spoke as quietly as an ant crawling across the floor.
"...It did..."
A mutter so faint I could barely hear it myself. Of course she wasn't going to accept that.
"What was that? Don't mumble, Unnie."
She pressed her fingertip into me down below once more, slow and firm.
"Hnnnngh! Ghhk—!"
My head snapped back and my breath left me. It felt so good I couldn't even breathe. After being touched there twice, I finally understood what she was stimulating.
Originally it would have been the little nub sitting just above my urethra—but ever since it had started being worked from inside my vagina by her twins, that nub had been growing. I had never had the courage to touch it, not even once. And she was touching it now.
"Does it feel good, Unnie?"
She didn't even press and hold. She flicked the nub in short, sharp little taps.
"I asked if it feels good, you slut. Your Master is asking."
"Hngh! Ahn! Hic! I-it feels good! Feels good!"
Even so, it was too good. The ecstasy was going to drive me insane. I tried to predict the timing of her fingers and lifted my hips to meet them. I wanted the nub crushed a little more, a little harder. I wanted it pinched so mercilessly it wouldn't even remember it had ever been round. I was losing my mind.
If she would only press a little longer, I was sure I could come—I was just a fraction of stimulation short. I felt like I was going to black out. No matter how well she knew me, she couldn't be the real me—so how did she know my body this well?
If I had known it would be like this, I would have touched it myself first. Back then, the way the nub had hardened had frightened me so much I couldn't even bring myself to put a hand on it. It was so unfair. The unfairness brought tears to my eyes.
"T-touch it, please. Haaah. T-touch it, pleaseee."
I gasped and begged her. If I had never known, it wouldn't have mattered—but now that I had learned this kind of pleasure, self-control no longer existed in me. There was no going back. I could not, under any circumstances, go back to a life that didn't know this feeling.
"You want me to touch it, Unnie?"
"Y-yes! T-touch it, please!"
"I'm this depressed, and Unnie wants to feel good all by herself? Unnie, are you a real idiot?"
Listening to her, I genuinely felt like a criminal. Trash so far gone it couldn't even be recycled.
"I-I'm an idiot... s-so! T-touch it, please. Hngh, hehe."
"Either cry or laugh—pick one, Unnie. Are you crying or laughing? You've completely become an idiot. Our cute Unnie."
My head was going strange. Just as she said, I really did feel like I had become a complete idiot. Maybe it was from being slapped across the face, hit in the stomach, having my vagina packed full of toothpaste—my body no longer felt like my body. Everything was more sensitive than usual, and the pleasure she gave me was far too good. If I had a family, I felt like I could have sold them.
"Should I touch it... or not... should I touch Unnie's idiotically erect little cock... or not..."
A cold liquid dripped onto the swollen nub. It didn't feel like toothpaste. Some kind of gel, though not an ordinary one—heat bloomed wherever it touched.
I could feel that idiotically erect nub growing even harder, standing out even more. Like a sprout that had drunk its fill of water, it had surely split its husk completely and come out into the world.
Ahh... I was going to lose my mind. I was really, truly going to lose my mind. I was going to go completely, utterly insane.
"M-Master... p-please... p-please touch Seohyun's baby cock!"
I rolled my hips obscenely, filthy enough to fling slick off my own body, and demanded it. I was far too desperate to feel shame at this point. My head felt like it was going to melt. My body was screaming at her to pinch that baby cock already.
"Like this? You want me to touch it like this?"
"Nngh! Nehhk! Hahk! Ghhk—!"
She seemed to like how strongly I insisted. This time she even added a little service—pressing down on my baby cock and rolling it in a slow, full circle.
"H-aaaaah! O-one more turn! O-one more turn! More! Mooore!"
"Heheh. Our Unnie's completely become a baby. A baby. Does it feel that good?"
"Y-yes! I-it feels so gooood!"
"But too bad. That's all for today."
"Whaaaat?! N-nooo! N-nooo! Spin it, spin it, pleaseee!"
"Nope. Unnie. No matter how much you throw a tantrum, no means no. Don't throw a fit. We're stopping here and going to sleep tonight."
The words hit me like a bolt from a clear sky, and I refused to believe my own ears. No matter how good it had felt, I had not reached climax. And she wanted to stop here? That was impossible.
"N-nooo... I-I'll die. Hngh... I'll really die. Hnngh..."
"Today is punishment time, after all. You need to focus on receiving your punishment now, Unnie. Right?"
"N-nooo... hngh. N-nooo... h-hwaaaah..."
She was already immovable. From here on, no amount of begging looked like it would bend her will even a fraction.
The thought that the punishment had been strangely light—despite the unforgivable sin I had committed, despite the words I should never have spoken even as a joke—had not been a misconception. The punishment I was meant to receive hadn't even started. This was only the beginning.
"Still, if you stay erect all night, your clit might end up completely chafed, so I'll get you nice and soaked right now, Unnie."
She pulled the lid off a container of some unidentifiable sticky liquid and upended it over my sex. It was viscous and cold—but it soon turned hot, an itch-inducing fluid that clung to my little cock and to the walls of my vagina.
"Ah... aah... hnngh..."
From the cold gel, a heat began to climb, slow and spreading.
The night was long.