Twenty Boiled Eggs
This chapter contains explicit depictions of food insertion into a woman's anus and the forced expansion of her rectal interior.
“Relax the muscles in your bottom and respond comfortably, Miss Nanhee.”
A soft prod. Then a deeper push.
“Haa… hup…!! Nnghhuuuu…!!”
This is the last one.
If she could just get this one in, it would somehow be over. Clinging desperately to that belief—that this time it really would be the final one—Eun Nanhee forced the tension from her sphincter.
Sluuuuurk!
“Nnghk… ughuuuuuuugh…!!”
At the same moment the fifteenth egg slid inside, her body finally collapsed forward onto the massage bed.
“Haa… haa… haaaa…”
Fifteen.
Each egg by itself wasn’t especially large, yet the cumulative volume and weight of fifteen of them created a pressure that could not be ignored. Still, the thought that she had somehow finished brought a fragile wave of relief. For one brief moment, Eun Nanhee allowed herself to hope she might rest.
Tap.
“Mmph—nngh?!”
That hope lasted only until Han Munho silently pressed the sixteenth egg against her rear entrance.
The mere curved pressure against her buttocks was enough to make her feel, for one dizzy instant, as though her insides were being shoved upward. Her breath hitched sharply.
“Huuup…!!”
The short gasp flew out the instant another intrusion began. Her sphincter clamped down like iron, refusing any further entry, and she barely managed to shake her head.
“N-no… I can’t…”
“……”
“It… it really won’t go in anymore… This is my limit… uht…”
She buried her sweat-soaked forehead into the pillow, fingers clawing at both sides of it as she tried to endure the overwhelming fullness inside her.
Fifteen eggs.
The number alone was already insane. They packed her rectum completely, stretching the walls with heavy, stifling pressure. To that trembling woman, Han Munho spoke in a quiet, measured voice.
“Miss Nanhee, you are still perfectly fine.”
“……”
“The sensation you are experiencing—that it cannot possibly go any further—is far more likely to be a psychological reaction than your body’s actual limit.”
“……”
“Physical capacity and psychological rejection are two separate matters. Most people attempt to surrender long before they have truly reached their limit. Surprisingly, the human body is far more flexible and adaptable than we give it credit for. The rectum and anus in particular adapt readily to gradual expansion stimuli. If the proper degree of relaxation is maintained, they can accommodate a significantly larger volume.”
His tone was as calm as if he were reading from a medical textbook—serene, precise, and leaving no room for argument.
Could it… really be okay…?
Maybe the limit she felt so clearly wasn’t a true limit at all. After all, Han Munho knew far more about anal massage than she did. He was probably right.
After a long silence, Eun Nanhee whispered in a tiny voice.
“…I’ll… try a little more.”
The words slipped out like a fragile breath between dry lips. Han Munho gave a small nod the instant she spoke, as though he had been waiting for exactly those words.
“Very good. We will proceed slowly, just as before.”
The sixteenth egg in his hand moved toward her once again.
Tap.
“Haa… haat…”
An irrepressible, choked whimper escaped her. The inside of her rectum was no longer a calm space. Fifteen boiled eggs jostled against one another, creating a twisted, unbearable pressure. The moment she had resolved to continue, that same painful fullness surged through her as she clutched desperately at the sheets.
Sluuuuurk.
“Hut…!!”
The sixteenth egg settled inside with eerie quiet.
“It’s all right. Breathe slowly.”
His voice remained perfectly steady, soothing her. Yet when the smooth surface of the next egg pressed against her entrance again, Eun Nanhee could only hug the pillow tighter.
Schlick… push.
“Haa… ngh…”
From the very start of each insertion she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.
Squeeze—!
“Nnghuut…!!”
Thus the seventeenth egg slid in.
There was no time to recover before the next one touched her.
Slither…
“Haa… khp…”
Perhaps because of the relentless insertions, her anus now opened almost automatically the moment it sensed an egg. The sphincter was completely relaxed—yet her belly was so packed there was not a single millimeter of free space left.
Shove!
“Haa… haaaa…”
Even so, something forced its way deeper, jostling all the eggs already inside her and sending them shifting and rolling against her intestinal walls. The unpleasant pressure rippled outward. Eun Nanhee’s mind began to fray.
Shove.
Maybe that was why the next egg went in with almost no resistance.
“Heut… haaaa…”
That did not mean she felt nothing. A low, suffering groan still leaked from her throat.
And then came the twentieth.
Kkuuuk.
No… I can’t…
The instinctive realization that this was truly impossible struck her like a reflex.
Press… kkuuuuuk.
“Aha— T-Teacher…!!”
But Han Munho’s hand moved faster than her plea. As if he would not even permit her to say she could not continue, he pushed the next egg in with deliberate force.
Sluuuuurk!
“Ugh— nnghheueueup…!!”
In the end, Eun Nanhee inadvertently accepted even the twentieth egg.
She lay prone on the massage bed, fingers curled into tight fists. The scream she had tried so hard to swallow finally escaped. Her cheeks were slick with tears and sweat.
“Stop… no more… I really… I can’t…”
Her small, trembling voice sounded less like a conscious decision and more like a signal from a body that had reached its breaking point.
Her abdomen was now solidly swollen, distended by twenty eggs. The skin around her anus had flushed a deep, angry red from the prolonged stimulation. A heavy, aching fullness pressed upward—the faint shifting and grinding of the eggs inside her.
“It’s all right.”
Yet Han Munho did not stop. Rather, he was calmly preparing the next phase. No one understood massage—especially anal massage—better than he did.
His hands gently spread her thighs. This time his fingers reached for the entrance of her vagina.
“To fit anything more inside, we must release the tension. Otherwise it truly will not go in.”
Squelch.
“Eut— hyaaaah?!”
She had grown slick without realizing it. The moment that realization hit her, the feeling of his fingers at her vaginal entrance tore a sharp, humiliated cry from her throat.
“T-Teacher?! What are you—again…?”
“Your anus and rectum appear to be excessively tense. I will help you relax them. You may remain still, Miss Nanhee. I will take care of everything.”
With those words, one of his fingers slid inside her, gliding along the inner wall until it pressed gently against the thin membrane separating her from the crowded rectum.
Squish.
“Ugh— heuuuht?!”
“Release the strength in your body and accept it slowly. Since I am blocking the anal side, you need not worry about anything leaking.”
That was not what she had been worried about at all. She had simply reacted with instinctive shame at the feeling of a stranger’s finger entering her most private place.
Yet Han Munho paid no mind to her inner turmoil. A second finger joined the first, pushing deeper.
Schlick… schlick.
“Haaaa… hup…!!”
Her oversensitive body unconsciously clenched around the two invading fingers.
“I will perform a vaginal massage to expand the rectal space and reposition the contents. It will be over soon, so there is no need to be overly tense.”
Not a request—an announcement. He spoke as though sliding his fingers into her vagina was of no consequence whatsoever, already moving on to the next step with perfect composure.
By now, after repeated gaslighting, Eun Nanhee had lost the strength to protest.
…This isn’t… allowed…
The thought she could not voice aloud came out only as a tiny, ant-like murmur into the pillow.
Schlick… schlick…
“Eut… heu… haa…”
The sensation of two fingers stroking along her inner walls. The gentle rubbing against the thin membrane pressed tight by the eggs on the other side. A strange, uncomfortable heat began to throb deep inside her.
“W-wait… please… if you rub there like that…”
Squiiish… schlick…
“Eut— heu, haah?!”
An unnameable, lewd tickling sensation spread through her core. Her lips parted on their own. An obscene feeling bloomed between her vaginal wall and rectum, circling slowly, forcing helpless moans from the back of her throat instead of words.
No… I have to hold it in…
The fear that she might climax right in front of him made her swallow desperately, trying to endure the rising, shameful pleasure.
This was only a massage. Even if she came, Han Munho would probably tell her again, in that calm voice, that it was a perfectly normal reaction…
Still—climaxing in the middle of treatment was simply too embarrassing.
Squiiiish!
“Nngh— nngheueueut?!”
Of course, her determination to endure meant nothing against Han Munho’s expert skill in handling a woman’s body. It was a battle she was destined to lose.