Chapter 12
My heart was pounding like it was going to burst. No, like it was getting faster and faster. I wanted to slam the woman in front of me down onto the rolling table on the floor. Break the window, then jump.
"Do-ha?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Hmm."
The face looking at me was cold somehow, so maybe she was testing me. No, if that was it, wasn't the timing way too creepy?
Anyway, if I was going to deceive someone, I had to brazen it out. All I could manage was an awkward, forced smile.
"Did you masturbate?"
"Wh-what. No, I didn't."
"Pfft, I was just asking."
She walked past me into the kitchen, and I heard the sound of water trickling into a cup.
"You didn't sleep at all?"
"I-I just... couldn't sleep."
"What were you doing instead of sleeping?"
"I was just bored... and you were asleep."
The conversation was flat, but with every step I felt like I was being backed into a corner.
"..Come to think of it, I have something to give you."
"S-something to give?"
"Yeah. Can you go get my bag from the second floor?"
"Bag?"
"The one I carry every day, you know? The brown shoulder bag."
"Ah, okay."
I answered and turned away. Something behind me suddenly caught with a twang and yanked me short, and I went sprawling onto the floor.
When I turned my still-not-working-right head to look back, I saw her standing there with one foot on the chain, smiling.
"M-ma'am?"
"Ahaha, sorry. My mistake."
She lifted her foot off the metal chain sprawled across the floor and told me to go.
Clink. Clink.
With every step I climbed, the sound of the metal chain seemed louder than usual. What would happen if the chain got stepped on again at this height?
Gulp.
The image of falling headfirst and tumbling down the stairs played out in my head, and my heart pounded. I checked whether the chain was long enough, glancing at the leather band fastened around my left ankle.
When I handed her the bag with both hands, she opened the front flap, rummaged around, and pulled a phone out of a zipper bag, holding it up in front of my face as if handing it to me.
"..A phone?"
"Isn't this what you needed? Enough to lie to me?"
"Wh-what do you mean? I-I don't know."
"Shut up, you fucking bitch, before I kill you, huh?"
The sensation of blood draining from my body made my brain go stupid, and I couldn't form a proper sentence. If I looked in a mirror right now, I'd definitely be white as a sheet, but unlike me, she just wore a calm smile with her eyes lowered.
Ah, I'm fucked. My head was searching for a suicide method I could try right this second.
Her hand, gripping the phone, rose above my head. Then—crack. It came down so fast my eyes couldn't follow it.
"I said I'm giving it to you. Here, take it. Call the police, or whatever, yeah?"
The impact of the screen smacking my forehead made my vision flicker like a broken switch for a moment.
Every time the top edge of the phone jabbed into my chest, the recoil made my body stagger.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I-I was wrong. I'm sorry."
Babbling, I knelt on the cold floor and looked up, and she took off one slipper and pressed her bare foot down on my shoulder, shoving me over.
"What am I supposed to do with this? I can't beat you to death."
Her eyes looking down at me were full of nothing but unreadable disappointment and betrayal, and my body flinched and trembled with terror.
After thinking in silence, she left me there and went down to the basement. When she came back up, she was holding something like handcuffs, similar in shape to the restraint bound around my ankle.
At least it wasn't an object for inflicting pain or torture, so my rigid face relaxed a little with relief.
"Pfft, dumbass, she likes it."
Muttering, she grabbed the band around my wrists and pulled until they were cinched tightly together. Then she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me away—not to the punishment room, but to the outdoor pool.
"Huh? Why, why? Y-you're not... ngh... are you? Ma'am?"
My back was shoved from behind, and I had no choice but to fall in. My feet didn't reach, so it was hard to gauge the depth.
I groped with my toes for the bottom, but nothing touched, so my legs just thrashed uselessly.
"Blub... mmph... blegh... s-save me... mmph."
Every time I tried to speak, foul-tasting water flooded my nose and mouth, forcing me to gulp it down. I splashed with my bound hands and barely managed to grab the edge of the pool, but then her foot pressed down on my head.
"Ahaha, you shouldn't grab on, Do-ha. You're being punished right now. Did you forget?"
"M-ma'am, please, save me... I-I was wrong..."
"If you don't let go, I'll tie your legs too."
"Uh, ah! Ah!! No, no!!"
That's what the body's survival instinct is. I knew that if I let go, I'd sink back down with a gurgle, so I couldn't easily release my hands. She bent over and peeled my trembling fingers off one by one.
"Ghk—ah! Save me, save me! Blub, hic."
Water gradually filled my stomach, leaving me with a sickening fullness. Having my wrists bound made the terror even worse. This wasn't some trip to a water park or pool for fun.
My legs thrashed to breathe even a little longer, but if I rested them for even a moment, my body sank, and I felt like my legs would cramp at this rate.
I doggy-paddled desperately, and whenever I reached the far edge, her foot immediately shoved my head back underwater. How many minutes had passed? It was winter, averaging three degrees below freezing, and my endurance was already at its limit. But I didn't want to die. Fear of death was the only thing keeping my mind together.
A sharp, electric muscle spasm shot through my calf, and I screamed.
She had been sipping from a cup on a poolside sunbed, watching me from a little distance, and she sprang up, then grabbed me under both armpits and lifted me out.
My legs were still in agony from the stinging pain, but when my eyes met hers as she lifted me, relief brought a smile to my face.
"Hmm, you still seem okay."
"Huh?"
Splash.
The hands holding me up slowly opened, and I sank back down into the water with a gurgle. So drowning is this painful. Water went up my nose, stinging enough to bring tears, and my ears felt clogged, maybe from water getting in.
After a long while like that, when I opened my eyes, I saw her pressing down on my stomach with her foot.
"Blegh!! Hah—ghk!!"
I felt liquid surging back up from my stomach into my throat. As her foot pressed down hard on my stomach, I threw up a huge amount of the liquid that slammed past my uvula on its way up.
After emptying myself for a long time, air finally entered my lungs, and my mind slowly came back. At the same time, my whole body shivered violently with a tremendous chill.
*
I spent a long while massaging Do-ha's convulsing arms and legs, then brought over a large towel. She looked like a drowned rat. I carried her to the bathroom, washed her with warm water, and dried her hair.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Y-yes... I learned my lesson."
I kissed the top of Do-ha's freshly dried head and fondled her chest as she shivered. I wet my fingers with saliva and touched her pussy, feeling her entrance twitch beneath them.
When I pushed two fingers in, Do-ha, sitting on my lap with her hips lifted, was so cute that I kissed her cheek.
With one hand thrusting into her pussy and the other touching her spine and stroking her ass, I watched Do-ha's face soaked in pleasure and thought, is there any better game than this?
Squelch, squelch. When I curled my fingers a little and pressed firmly on her G-spot, I watched Do-ha squirt like a water gun, and excitement surged through me.
"Stick out your tongue."
"L-like this?"
"Yeah, good girl. Smooch, slurp, schlup."
A kiss. Or rather, it was closer to one-sidedly sucking on her tongue. The saliva from Do-ha's tongue was sweet like honey, so I licked around her lips, not wanting to miss even the small amount of drool leaking from her open mouth.
I played with her chest and worked the pussy that had just climaxed all over again. Before long, Do-ha's face had twisted into a ridiculous expression.
"Hic, eek, eek, mm, ngh... hah."
"Do-ha, is it hard? Want to go back in the pool?"
"Hhk?! No, no, hhik, no."
The sight of that little hole working around my fingers was adorable. She'd clearly come hard and had to be exhausted, but even as I stroked her pussy and another orgasm overtook her, she didn't close her legs once. She was so lovely I couldn't stop kissing her.
"Pwah. Do-ha?"
I tapped Do-ha on the head as she drooled in my arms, and her unfocused eyes slowly found focus again.
"M-ma'am?"
"Hmm, you spaced out again already. Do-ha, who do you belong to?"
"I-I'm yours. I belong to you..."
"Yeah. Recite them one by one."
"M-my pussy, my chest, my nipples, my tongue, my ass... they're all, all yours..."
"Ahaha, right. If I want, I can do whatever I want with Do-ha's body regardless of Do-ha's will. And Do-ha always has to try to keep me happy. Got it?"
"Y-yeah, got it."
"Hmm, Do-ha, do you love me?"
"I love you, I love you, I love you, ma'am—ah, don't hit me! I'm sorry, ngh, stop, ah, aah, aaah!! I-I love you!! I love you!"
She's seizing a little too hard.
"Pffhaha, yeah. I love you too."
I stroked her cheek and patted her back, and the tears welling in her wide eyes dripped down.
"Oh? Why are you crying?"
"Ngh... ma'am... ma'am... uuuugh!!!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's okay."
"I was scared... earlier I was scared, but now... ngh... you're gentle."
"Aww~ so that made you feel sad?"
"Yeah... ngh."
When I straightened my curled fingers, I felt the tips touch her cervix.
"Does it hurt like this?"
"Ngh... ah, it hurts—n-no, it doesn't hurt. I-it feels good."
"That's right, good girl."
"Hhgehk!!!!"
When I thrust a little roughly into the soft, warm inside of Do-ha's womb, she threw her thin arms around me and let out a lewd scream.
Looking at Do-ha lying there unconscious, I figured it was fine since she'd passed out anyway, so for the first time in a while I punched her weak stomach—thwack, thwack.
Maybe she still had a sliver of consciousness, because she rolled her eyes and looked at me as if begging me to stop, and I felt a little sorry, so I opened my clenched fist and gently stroked her stomach.