Demerit

A familiar vibe.

Whether it was fear of penetration or something else, a vibe had always been the most useful thing when she needed to take the edge off her lust. And of the lot, the egg vibe was the one she knew best.

Which meant—

"Nnh…."

They said the taste you already knew was the one that scared you most. Just looking at it sent a dizzying rush through her body. She was already aroused from the Stimulation Spores stirring inside her—and now she had to take the vibe's trembling on top of that.

"Alright. Spread. Ooh~ Look how wet you are."

"Hhk…! N-no…! Don't spread me open! S-stop…!"

"Hmm. Being a newbie and all, you still don't seem to know how you're supposed to act around a guard. I'll have to have a serious word with Leviathan later. Now shut up and get to work."

"Ahhk…!"

Shatan parted her mound with two fingers and shoved the vibe inside.

She was wearing a prison uniform, but the bottom was completely open, and she had no underwear underneath—so she might as well have been naked. The vibe settled just past the mouth of her womb and clung there with its own adhesive grip, refusing to slip free.

"Ah… ahhk…!"

The moment it was inside her, the vibe started moving. The stimulation was shallow at first, but combined with what was already being done to her nipples, her body heated up in no time. And then the intensity climbed.

The vibe's fierce trembling joined a crushing pain settling into her nipples. What had felt like fingers pressing down became the sting of needles, and the level kept rising. She didn't need anyone to explain it. Pain layered over greater pain, wracking her body until she thought she might lose her mind.

I can't… I can't take any more.

Stop… please stop!

Faced with a sensation she couldn't endure, she was the first to break.

"S-stop… it hurts… hahk… aah…! It hurts…! It hurts, damn it…!"

"That so? Then you'd better start sucking, hadn't you? See that? Your assigned dildo. Suck on that and the pain goes away."

"Uuh… uuhhk…!"

She looked up at Shatan, pleading through the agony—and all she got back was the same merciless order, repeated. His finger pointed at the dildo fixed to the wall.

"Ah… ahh…! Uuh! It hurts. Nnh…! Th-that, nnh…!"

The vibe and the Stimulation Spores seemed to have no upper limit. A little more time passed, and her nipples felt like they were being torn off; the vibe vibrated as if it meant to wring out her entire womb.

…At this rate my body's going to break apart!

There was no room left to think. Sex slave or something even lower—right now, escaping this pain was the only thing that mattered.

"Ahhk…! Uuuh… uuhhk…!"

It hurt so much. Tears streamed down her face. Without meaning to, she thrashed her cable-tied hands, struggling however she could. But tearing free of cable ties cinched tight around her wrists with nothing but her soft arms was impossible.

In the end, she had only one choice left. The single order that could ease the pain.

"Guhp…! Mmph!"

She sat back down, took her position, and bit down on the tip of the dildo. It was still huge and long. Just biting it wasn't enough to make the pain stop.

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"Alright. In another hour, the bottom five get punished again! Everyone focus!"

Meanwhile, Shatan returned to his original post. Alone in the space he'd left behind, she had to make her decision. There was effectively no choice at all, but—

Fine. Let's call this resolve.

"Gnnnh…!! Mmph!!"

There was no time to hesitate. Even in the moment she faltered, the pain was still climbing. If she wanted any relief at all, she needed a fast decision and faster action.

"Ghk! Kehhk…!! Eeeegh!! Uegh!"

She'd done it once already. Pushing the tip of the dildo into her throat wasn't that hard. Once again the end of it pressed right up against the threshold of her gag reflex, the silicone glans writhing as it scraped her throat.

…Yeah. I have to do this anyway. I can't stay in this much pain forever.

…Fuck.

She'd spent her whole life keeping her distance from swearing. But in this moment, the curse tore out of her on its own. Decision locked in, she squeezed her eyes shut and drove the glans of the dildo into her throat.

"Geeegh!! Eegh…! Kehk! Keuhhk…! Ugh…! Haa. Haa."

Her lips touched the base of the dildo.

The number dropped. At the same instant, the Stimulation Spores and the vibe went still.

"Haa. Haa. Ugh…! Haa."

With the pain lifting, relief flooded through her. She'd expected the intensity to drop—not stop entirely. That sudden halt felt as sweet as a reward.

"Nnh…! Kkh!"

It only lasted about ten seconds. When the pain came roaring back to a body still gasping with relief, it felt even stronger for the brief pause that had come before.

"Uuh…! Ah. It hurts. Nnh…! Nngh!"

She lifted her head again through the misery. The moment the pain returned, only one thought filled her mind.

"Geeugh…! Keuhhk!!"

Bile surged back up, swirling between her mouth and the dildo like lubricant. Even so, the only thing in her head was that she had to keep sucking. Because that was the only way—the only way she could escape this pain!

"Kehhk…!! Gekk!! Eeeegh!!"

Bile rose again. She didn't care.

"Hahk…! Haa. Haa. Haa. Ha… uuuh…!"

The number ticked down again. But more important than the number was those few seconds of ease. Only minutes ago she'd been flailing through her first time sucking a dildo—and now, high on the drug of that brief comfort, she was already gone.

"Churp…! Haa. Haa. Uugh… kehhk… kekh!"

She sucked and sucked again. They said humans were creatures of adaptation. The more she sucked, the more skilled she became. And—ironically—she was starting to enjoy this, riding the line between pain and relief like a genuine high.

"Hnn… good. Churp…! Ahhk! It hurts! Uu… uuuh…!"

It definitely hurt. The second her exhausted body stopped, her nipples burned and ached so badly that her mouth opened on its own and clamped onto the dildo. Drive it through her throat, and a flash of misery became the signal for comfort to arrive.

Only a few seconds. Ten at most. But the lingering echo of pain and vibration kept teasing her body afterward.

Hey. Lee Nayoon.

No—should I call you A713?

Take a good look at yourself.

Your hands are tied behind your back and you're sucking a dildo molded after a real man's cock. You're biting down on a man's dick and sucking it.

Heh. And how does it feel?

That coercive atmosphere you wanted. The pain. The situation with no end in sight.

Isn't this exactly what you were hoping for?

"Kehhk…! Ghk!"

A voice like a devil's rang in her ear—her own mind speaking. Too wicked a voice to deny. And she had nothing to deny it with.

Yeah. So this is what it was.

"Uuhhk…! Ugh!"

Using the pain as her excuse, she poured out tears. Put in a situation like this, she finally understood what Shatan had been trying to say.

This was already her third time. When she'd defied Machia after arriving on the island. When Leviathan had dressed her down during the physical exam. And now.

"Kehhk… eeeegh!! Uegh!! Cough…! Ghk! Haa. Haa. Haa."

Looking down at her body coming undone under the pain in her nipples and the vibe's trembling, she had to admit it—sincerely.

Yeah.

I still haven't let go… have I.

Honestly speaking, claiming she hadn't been told was nothing but an excuse. She'd already known what this place was from watching over a hundred videos, and more than that—she hadn't been unaware that everything related to the counseling had been laid out for her.

Everything Eunbi had told her. She simply hadn't singled out chastity by name. All of it had been inside the explanation. It was only that she—she hadn't been able to let everything go, and so she'd gone hunting for every excuse she could find.

A defense mechanism. Nothing more, nothing less than instinctive petulance.

"Hnnph…! Kkh!! Churp…! Haa. Haa. Nnh…!"

A body slick with sweat. A mouth trailing bile and spit. And among it all, one place that poured out water more than any other, keeping itself wet—the space between her legs, soaked through by the little vibe's vibration. Perhaps that was the part of her body that expressed her true nature best of all.

"Alright. Another hour's up."

The grueling stretch of time passed, and Shatan's voice rang out again.

"Ahhp!! Aah… nnh… ah, ahh—"

"Gnnnph…! Mmph! Mph!"

"Haa. Haa…. Haa. Hoo…!"

Suffering voices rose again from every direction. Whether the bottom five had been newly decided at this point, the sound of one or two people catching their breath mixed in as well. But none of that change had anything to do with her.

She didn't even need to check anyone else. The number in front of her was high enough to make it obvious she was dead last by a crushing margin.

"Uu… uuhh!"

Newly selected or not, she wasn't getting out of being a target for this round of stimulation. Reality wasn't going to change until this was over. Her only real fear was the dread that she wouldn't be able to leave this place until she'd filled the entire count.

She hadn't even finished a hundred yet. And her body already felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

"Haa. Nnh… uuhh…!"

A wretched environment with no rest allowed. Pain and stimulation the moment she stopped for even a second. Without having properly eaten or drunk anything—and already sleep-deprived—she'd been sucking a dildo in one posture for hours. Her physical limits were starting to show.

"Mmph…! Mph! Hahp! Mmph! Churp! Mph!"

But she couldn't rest. Even a brief pause brought pain that overpowered her mind and forced her body to move.

When will this end?

Will it be over by yesterday?

"Haa. Mmph…! Cough! Keh… uuuh…."

"Churp… nnhap… uuuh… ugh…! Hnn…!"

"Uu… uuuh… haa. Haa. Uugh!"

She wasn't the only one thinking it. The moans around her had gradually started mixing with pain, and now they were thick with exhaustion.

"Alright. Another hour's gone. Looking at you bitches, I'm starting to see some slacking~ From now on, any bitch who slows down or tries to cut corners gets the whip on the spot—got it!"

Another hour burned away. Shatan left yet another ruthless warning, then selected five new targets and activated their Stimulation Spores. Of course, she wasn't getting out of it this time either.

"Uugh!! Hnn…!"

By now her nipples felt like they were about to tear clean off. Swollen thick beneath the prison uniform, they'd grown larger than at any point since the day she was born. And from rubbing against the rough fabric of the uniform, a raw, abraded sting had layered itself on top of the Stimulation Spores' pain.

Misery. Ache. Agony.

"What the hell are you doing? A713! The slowest bitch here, and you're catching your breath? Suck it already!"

— Crack!!

"Uugh!! Kyaa! Ah…! Y-yes! Mmph! Kehhk!"

In a moment of carelessness, Shatan strode over and struck her thigh. Through her limited field of vision she caught a glimpse of what had hit her—a riding crop. Glossy leather cracking against skin, pain like her muscle was about to burst.

"Hnnph! Mph!! Mmph!"

Even catching her breath wasn't permitted. She had to go back to sucking the dildo.

— Crack!

"Khhp!! Khh!"

"A688. Just because it's been a while, doesn't mean you get to suck this badly. It's a small dildo and you haven't even filled half?"

"Cough…! I-I'm sorry!"

"Just suck already! If you don't hit two thousand in the next hour, you're tasting the Stimulation Spores whether you're in the bottom five or not—got it!"

"Yes! Churp…! Mph! Khhp! Mph!"

A688, who'd filled a count so high it barely compared, took a beating too. She had every right to complain—and yet she obeyed Shatan's orders without a single question. Was that what Nayoon was supposed to be doing too?

They called her a re-inmate, a "classmate"—and the gap between that woman's bearing and her own felt like the difference between a model student and a delinquent.

While she kept diligently sucking the dildo, Shatan's voice carried from farther off.

"Listen up! Some of you bitches already know this and some don't, but this physical training continues until the first person finishes their entire count!"

An announcement about the end. She strained to listen through the exhaustion. The thought that this moment might actually end let a tiny scrap of hope show through. But what came next was pure despair.

"When it ends, any remaining count gets rounded up to the nearest hundred. Those first two digits become your Demeanor Penalty Points—so give it everything you've got till the end."

"Ah…!"

It wasn't simply over the moment first place finished. She shifted her gaze to the neon display in front of her.

Remaining count…

She'd swallowed the dildo until her throat was raw and retched until no more bile would come—and she still had so far to go. If it ended now, rounded up to the nearest hundred…

Everything she'd done so far would practically vanish. Ah… no. And on top of that, the Demeanor Penalty Points she'd receive would be a full hundred.

She didn't know if anything had been tallied yet, but according to Shatan she already had ten points from breakfast—and she'd been racking up more every hour stuck in the bottom ranks. Taking a hundred all at once would be a catastrophic demerit.

She still hadn't gotten a proper explanation of exactly how many points it took before things got serious, or how the scale of Demeanor Penalty Points worked, or how you cleared them—but she could tell well enough from the reactions of the experienced A688 and the other inmates that the points themselves were something to fear.

"Alright. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Everyone hurry it up!"

The fact that Shatan was saying this now probably meant the first-place inmate's count had dropped that far.

"Mmph…! Churp!! Kekh!! Keeegh!!"

The best she could do was keep sucking the dildo—so that none of the time she'd already spent would go to waste.