Chapter 15
Sssss.
When I carefully peeled away the discolored gauze with tweezers, I saw that even with good care, a little inflammation had been unavoidable.
As I dabbed cotton soaked in antiseptic against the surface of the skin, Do-ha held her breath and pulled her body back, as if enduring the pain.
"How is it?"
"Uh, y-yeah... I-it doesn't hurt anymore!"
I couldn't tell if that was true, or if she was just answering carelessly because she wanted to hurry out to the living room and play with the hamster, but it was clear the pain in her eye had lessened compared to before, so that was a relief.
Ordinary anesthetics available for home use had their limits, so the anesthetic I'd managed to get prescribed through other channels had side effects like making her head foggy (not that it wasn't foggy already) or dulling sensation in her body, so I was reluctant to use it.
Maybe it was a side effect of the medication, but lately Do-ha had been crying more often and spending more nights awake, staring blankly instead of sleeping.
The wound on her eye had already almost completely healed, so there was no need for her to keep wearing an eye patch, but seeing the scar carved into her eye made her depressed, so I changed the patch regularly.
"Um..."
"Yeah?"
"S-so, w-when are we... going out again?"
"..I don't know, work's been kind of busy for me lately."
I wanted to carve out time and spend more of it with Do-ha, but work at the company was so busy it was hard to make time.
"I'll be late again today. Eat the food I set out for you."
"O-okay.. got it."
"..Hmph. Still a little time left."
When I slipped my hand inside Do-ha's pajama pants, I felt the soft, tender flesh of her thigh.
As I slowly stroked the little bean poking out beyond her underwear, it gradually grew warm and wet.
"Hnn, does it feel good?"
"Uh... ngh, w-wait..."
"What about when I pet you right here, like this? Feel like you're gonna come?"
"Ngh... yeah... mmh."
"If you're gonna come, tell me~?"
As if massaging her, I circled slowly from the outside back toward the center, using my index and middle fingers counterclockwise, and I could see her hips tremble and her body tense up.
"Ngh... ah...! Eek! I-I'm c-cu-cumming!"
When I pulled my hand away into the air, Do-ha stared up at me with round eyes, looking just a little resentful, and she was so cute I wanted to bite her.
"Uh, wh-why? Why, why?"
"That's all for now. We'll finish the rest when I get back. No masturbating until I'm home, okay?"
"Eek, th-that's not a thing!"
"This little thing."
I flicked her forehead with a thwack, then gave her a quick peck. When I checked the time, it was already seven. I grabbed my bag and got ready to leave the house.
"Ah, um..."
"Shut up. Want me to put a chastity belt on you?"
Do-ha pleading with lowered eyes and a tearful face was truly lovely, but I wanted to see her waiting for me after work, desperate and aching.
*
Eating whatever I wanted every day and not having to work was more comfortable than I'd expected. I could sleep whenever I wanted (except during sex), and aside from the boredom of not being able to meet people or use a phone, it wasn't so bad.
Except for the times when I failed to keep her happy—or when she was simply in a bad mood—and a hand or an object came flying at me, it was fine. Apparently, in the two years we'd dated, one hobby of hers I'd never known about was throwing things.
Pain wasn't something you got used to easily in the first place. She made sure I never got used to it. She was a person with deeply twisted sexual desires, and I was simply the victim unlucky enough to end up at her mercy.
Covering it with an ordinary-looking daily routine didn't change the fact that I was being held captive. Right. If I ever got the chance, I was going to escape this place.
...But first, setting that aside for a moment.
Wriggle wriggle.
It was supposed to be a house with no one but me in it, but I glanced around anyway, then slowly pulled down my pajama pants.
As I sat on the sofa and slipped the pajama pants off my legs, I noticed how slick and wet it was between my thighs. I crossed my legs and rubbed my fingers over my soaked panties; my already heated body quickly released another rush of fluid.
"Haa... ngh... mmh."
When I slipped one finger inside the slick entrance and moved it, my walls began clenching around my finger.
"Ngh...!"
My only goal was to get rid of that unpleasant, sticky feeling. I ignored my pounding heart and, for some reason, held back my moans, quietly bringing myself to a sweet climax at last.
The relief didn't last long before post-nut clarity set in. The fluid on my damp panties had gone cold in the air, and the clammy feeling bothered me, so I tossed them onto the sofa and pulled my pajama pants back on.
Once I finished masturbating, drowsiness washed over me. Come to think of it, I really hadn't been sleeping lately. Soaking in that languid, heavy feeling, I closed my eyes as if sinking into the sofa.
Beep beep beep.
It felt like not even five minutes had passed since I'd closed my eyes. At the sound, the sweat on my back seemed to turn cold, and goosebumps rose over my skin.
Maybe this was survival instinct—my body reacted before my head did. Remembering the underwear I'd tossed carelessly onto the sofa, I quickly scanned my surroundings.
"Do-ha~! I'm home!! ...Huh?"
"Heh, hehe... y-you're home? You're early."
"..Work finished early today. What were you doing?"
"I-I was just... sleeping. I-I was."
"Oh, really? Come here."
I backed away step by step until I hit the sofa again and collapsed onto it.
"Wh-why, whyyy."
"Let's see if you really weren't masturbating. Take off your pants."
"!! N-nooo!!"
I tried to block the hands reaching to pull down my pants, but it was no use.
"Well, well. Hey. Where did your panties go?"
"..."
"Not going to answer?"
Do-ha's gaze went to the panties sticking out from between the sofa cushions. Sure enough, the damp, soaked panties caught Yu-bin's eye.
"Huh."
She picked up the panties from the corner of the sofa and shoved them into my mouth.
"Mmph!! Mmph... mmph... ngh... mmph!!"
"Fuck, you little slut. Can't even hold it in for that long?"
After saying that in an angry tone, she went off somewhere and came back carrying several implements. The underwear in my mouth had an unbearable fishy taste that made me sick.
"If you spit that out, you're dead. Got it?"
I nodded, but she didn't go easy on me. She simply used what she'd brought to bind my wrists and ankles, then my arms and legs. Terrified that she might dunk me in water again, I trembled all over with tears welling in my eyes.
I felt something like cord being wound around my limbs again and again. I hadn't intended to move anyway, but now I truly couldn't move at all. With the blindfold covering my eyes, I couldn't see her expression, so I had to judge from her voice whether she was angry.
A sharp pinch at my clitoris made me flinch, and my body trembled.
"Mmph! Ngh!! Mmph!!"
For a second I almost spat out the underwear in my mouth and screamed.
"..Hm-hm, that was close. Right?"
I felt sticky strands stretch from her finger as she tapped and pressed down on my clit with her index finger. Then she gripped it and twisted hard. I wanted to throw my head back and twist my body away, but my bound limbs wouldn't let me.
"Does it feel good?"
I wanted to say no, to tell her to stop. I shook my head from side to side, but I didn't know if she saw it.
"Tickle tickle~ how's that?"
I felt her fingertips drawing circles on the sole of my foot. Normally it wouldn't have felt like much, but now it was different. Every part of my body felt hypersensitive—or maybe it was the terror of having lost control of my body. Whatever the reason, it was simply unpleasant.
"Huh? Answer me. How is it?"
"..Mmph, mph."
"What was that? Ugh!"
"~!!~!!"
At the flick that struck my clitoris without any warning, pshh. Some liquid—I didn't know if it was piss or what—sprayed out against my will. At the same time, from every hole in my face too.
"Ahaha! It felt so good you came while pissing yourself?"
Her voice sounded full of mischief.
My lower body was numb. From my ass to my thighs, my calves, everything. All of it clenched tight. Sweat poured out like crazy. The liquid running down my face and into my mouth tasted salty too.
I couldn't see anything, so I had no choice but to rely on my hearing. Then, to my despair, I heard a somewhat familiar sound.
Bzzzzzzzzzz.
The sensation of a dildo about two fingers long being inserted transmitted straight to my lower belly.
"Ohgohok..!?"
As pleasure burned through my brain and I stuck my tongue out, drool streaming down, smack. My head snapped to the side.
"Do-ha. Are you stupid? I told you not to spit it out."
"Ah... ngh?! Ngh... ah...! Ah!!"
Before I could say anything in response to her suddenly cold voice, she shoved the panties back into my mouth.
"I'll let you come as much as you want. Okay? So you won't even think about masturbating."
The sensation of her pinching one nipple and twisting it round and round was nothing but pain. Some liquid—I didn't know if it was snot or phlegm—rose back up my throat.
"Grgl."
Drip drip. I felt drool spilling from my mouth, running down my chin and dripping onto my lower belly. The vibration of the dildo lodged in my cunt just kept going up and down, over and over.
"Hm, that's enough."
I wanted to call out to her, but I was afraid another hand would come flying at me. For some reason, her footsteps grew farther and farther away.
"Well then, Do-ha, sleep tight?"
Click. The living room light went out, leaving only the faint vibration and my sobbing on the sofa.