Yerim's First Enema Play
"Kangmin-oppa~"
Yerim seemed to have a low tolerance for alcohol; she was already swaying slightly after just two beers. She clung to my arm, humming a melody I’d never heard before. Was it a song from the Demon Realm? I caught her as she stumbled while climbing the stairs and we entered the house together. Ah, it’s been so long!
"Oppa, I’m going to wash up first!"
As soon as we got inside, Yerim headed straight for the bathroom. Through the sound of running water, a question drifted out. "Oppa, what kind of hairstyle do you like?"
Hmm, hairstyle. Should I go with straight hair? I’d never really thought about it before. Yerim looked pretty no matter what she did with her hair. "Hit. Then I’ll just leave it as is!"
Yerim came out after her shower wearing a crop top and dolphin shorts. But she had redone her makeup, too—mascara, lipstick, and a light foundation. She looked even prettier than when I’d met her in front of the reserve forces training center. When I looked at her with a puzzled expression, she beamed at me.
"Oppa, you like it better when I wear makeup, right? And, well... we might be filming today, so..."
Ahem. Hmm. I suppressed a wide, goofy grin and went in to wash up.
"Oppa, you have to stay in there for at least 10 minutes."
What on earth was she preparing? I washed my body, filled with anticipation. The dust and sweat from rolling around at the reserve forces training ground were all washed away. I scrubbed my entire body clean with body wash and checked the time. It had only been 10 minutes. Ah, why did it feel like only five had passed! I rinsed my body under the hot water, barely managing to kill the 10 minutes. My cock was already standing at attention, anticipating the sight of Yerim waiting for me. I covered only my lower half with a towel and stepped out of the bathroom.
All the lights were off, save for a single orange floor lamp. Because of that, the lines of Yerim’s body stood out much more softly against the darkness. And there was Yerim, sitting modestly on the bed, kneeling. A mint-colored bra she’d bought at aimerfeel supported her full breasts, and her hands were neatly placed on her knees. She looked like a student prepared to receive a quiet punishment. And on her lower half, she wore nothing but black stockings. They softly hugged her well-shaped thighs. Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath the stockings, her camel toe was prominent. The white skin peeking through the black stockings, revealing glimpses of her flesh, was incredibly sexy.
But the most shocking things were what lay in front of her knees. A needleless syringe that looked like it could hold a liter of liquid. Two 500ml cartons of milk, a small white bottle of liquid that looked like it belonged in a lab, distilled water, love gel, a small basin, and a large basin. And newspapers.
I swallowed hard. As I stood in front of Yerim, I could see her hands trembling slightly.
"Um, Oppa. I... this is my first time doing an enema, too..."
"For a first time, your preparation is awfully professional."
Even to someone like me, who was a novice at enema play, there was a lot of stuff here. I’d only thought of water and a syringe at most.
"Hey, I asked at the pharmacy. About how to do it... and I looked it up on the internet, too..."
Yerim’s cheeks were flushed. She must have been nervous; sweat had beaded on the nape of her neck.
"A female pharmacist? Or a male one?"
"It was a woman."
"Next time, you should ask a male pharmacist. You have to make him imagine what you’re going to be subjected to, don’t you?"
I reached out, stroked Yerim’s hair, and whispered. I wanted to make Yerim feel ashamed and humiliated in any way I could. I found myself thinking of lines that would make her blush. This seemed to be close to my true nature. I loved seeing her embarrassed, squirming, and crying. I guess I really am a pervert. The kind a demon might seek out.
"Y-yes..." Yerim nodded, her body trembling. She was still maintaining her stiff, kneeling posture.
"Shall we start, then? Why don't you get on all fours?"
Yerim slowly turned her body, getting on all fours with her hips pointed toward the ceiling. She pulled a pillow toward her, buried her face in it, and pushed her hips out so they were clearly visible. The black pantyhose stretched taut, revealing the area inside. Pale white skin, a crimson anus. I didn't know when she’d laid it out, but there was a large bath towel under her knees. Was it to prevent any accidents if she spilled a little? I swallowed my saliva involuntarily.
I reached out roughly and tore the stockings around her anus. Oval holes instantly appeared between her buttocks. The shameful parts visible beneath them were quivering.
"W-wait a second. But... this is my first time. The discharge part... it’s too embarrassing to show... I’ll do it if Oppa wants, but..."
Her face buried in the pillow was bright red, and she couldn't even meet my eyes, her voice trembling. It seemed the mere thought of it was mortifying. Hmm. I pondered. In hardcore enema play, they say you spread newspapers on the floor or use a plastic toilet to make them defecate, but honestly, that was a bit too high-level for me... It wasn't like I had a scat fetish.
"Ah, is that what the large basin is for?"
"Y-yes..."
That’s a bit much... Let’s just do it in the bathroom. But I was a bit reluctant to watch it directly. Ah, I had a good idea.
"Yerim, I’ll let you use the toilet. But when you let it out, you have to put your phone in front of you and film the whole thing, okay?"
"Y-yes. Thank you."
Yerim seemed grateful just for the fact that I wouldn't be watching with my own eyes. Shall we begin, then? First, I took out the love gel and applied it smoothly around her anus and to the insertion point of the syringe. Then, the glycerin solution. The instructions said to mix it 1:1 with distilled water and insert 50ml for an adult. I made the glycerin solution in the small basin and sucked it up. Hmm, 50ml was too little.
"Yerim, you’re a pervert, so even if it’s your first time doing an enema, you can handle a lot, right?"
"..."
Instead of answering, Yerim pushed her hips a little closer to me. She looked too embarrassed to even speak.
I used all the remaining glycerin solution. About 500ml of liquid was drawn up into the syringe. It was time for insertion. I slowly inserted the tip of the syringe between the pink, chrysanthemum-like folds of Yerim’s anus. Yerim let out a faint moan. She shouldn't be making crying sounds already. As I slowly pressed the plunger, the slippery glycerin solution flowed into her rectum and deeper inside.
'Ah... I’m going to go crazy from the embarrassment.'
Yerim buried her face in the pillow and bit her lip hard. Her celebrity-like, beautiful face was twisted in humiliation. An enema was a practice even she, a succubus, had never heard of. Anal insertion was a fairly mainstream perverted fetish, so she could understand that. But she had never experienced anything like an enema. Why, when a single spell could finish it, would he use this method... Why would he use the hole in her ass, which was only meant for excretion, for a purpose like this? But Yerim’s pussy was slowly becoming wet as she endured the humiliation.
The insertion of the liquid, which felt like it would never end, finally stopped. Yerim let out a ragged breath. But this was only the beginning.
"Yerim, you have to hold it for 10 minutes now. Got it?"
"Y-yes..."
But inside her belly, a gurgling sound was already echoing as the glycerin solution invaded every corner of her rectum. She had to endure this for 10 minutes? Was it halfway over yet? Yerim asked Kangmin-oppa in a voice that sounded like it was about to snap.
"Oppa... how many minutes have passed...?"
"One minute and thirty seconds."
By the time barely five minutes had passed, Yerim was clenching her sphincter, which felt like it was about to tear, and twisting her hips this way and that. Cold sweat was dripping from her buttocks. If she relaxed even a little, she might just spill it all. But Kangmin’s mind, watching her, was burning with excitement. The surging adrenaline made him want to do even more cruel and wicked things. I reached out and kneaded her buttocks softly. Yerim screamed as she trembled.
"Ah, Kangmin-oppa, don't. No...!"
"Yerim. I told you to hold it. If you spill it, I’ll make you clean it up with your mouth, okay?"
Yerim put more strength into her lower abdomen and twisted the bedding. Kangmin-oppa was usually kind, but he had a tendency to become incredibly harsh when he played like this. She couldn't hold it anymore. Half-crying, she begged Kangmin-oppa.
"Oppa... please, let me go to the bathroom..."
I checked the stopwatch. Eight minutes and thirty seconds. Considering that many people couldn't even hold 50ml, it was an amazing feat for Yerim, who was doing an enema for the first time, to hold 500ml for this long. Oops, I’d gotten too excited and been too harsh. This was probably her limit...
Kangmin whispered kindly into Yerim’s ear. "You did well, Yerim. But you didn't forget about the filming, did you? You have to say something lewd while you record it. Otherwise, we’re doing it again, okay?"
Before she even had a chance to answer, Yerim turned on the recording with trembling hands. She went into the bathroom and adjusted the angle of the front-facing camera so that her entire ass was in the frame. Her hands kept slipping, making the focus shaky. It felt like it was going to come out at any second. She barely managed to fix the camera in place and sat on the toilet.
"I-I am Kangmin-oppa’s toy, I love it when Oppa messes with my asshole however he wants, so I even did an enema today! Please, play with me to your heart’s content today...!"
Spouting whatever words came to her mind, she pulled her stockings down to her knees and ejected the liquid from between her buttocks. Over 500ml of glycerin solution squirted out refreshingly. She had barely made it in time... Only after all the remaining liquid in her belly had been expelled could Yerim let out a sigh. Her legs trembled, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming, unprecedented embarrassment. However, her rectum, having absorbed so much slippery glycerin, didn't know or care about its owner’s humiliation; it quivered, anticipating the next act to come.