Nipple Stimulation, Clitoral Stimulation, and Deep Rear Pounding (Includes Enema Depiction)
Fifteen minutes passed, then twenty.
Eun Nanhee remained on the sweat-soaked bed, quietly panting.
The sensation of three full kilograms of water pressing down on her maximally distended abdomen.
And even now, Han Munho’s thick shaft remained perfectly lodged inside her rear entrance, sealing it completely.
-Squelch, squelch…
“Haa, ngh, huup…”
Under the excuse of enhancing the enema’s effectiveness, Han Munho continued to slowly yet rhythmically scrape her inner walls. Her mind, already pushed to its absolute limit, could not regain clarity.
“Haa… nghuuup…”
“Please pull yourself together, Miss Nanhee. You mustn’t lose consciousness now.”
“Huu, ngh, huup… huuugh…”
In truth, the fact that she had endured this long was extraordinary for someone like Eun Nanhee.
The sheer volume of objects she had taken inside her body throughout the day defied imagination: 350 milliliters of lemonade, a 500-milliliter enema, a handful of chocolate rings that had come with a pack of yogurt, and… thirty boiled eggs whose presence still felt unreal.
The number of times Han Munho’s fingers and cock had entered her had long since become impossible to count.
After surviving all of that, she had then accepted three liters of water for this final enema. Any ordinary person would have collapsed unconscious long ago. Even Eun Nanhee, who had somehow held on through Han Munho’s expert combination of anal massage and relentless gaslighting, was finally beginning to feel her limits.
‘No more… I can’t…’
No matter how much he insisted this was the final stage, she no longer believed she could endure.
Her upper body had already collapsed against the massage bed, reduced to nothing but pained moans.
“Hu… ut…”
The moment her vision blurred and she slumped fully onto the bed, on the verge of passing out—
-Slither.
Han Munho’s hand moved quietly behind her.
-Slap!
“Eugh—kya?!”
The first sensation was a sharp, confusing sting.
Startled by the bewildering pain blooming from her nipple, Eun Nanhee’s body twitched upward.
-Squeeze!
“Ng, huuuuuuuugh?!”
The next feeling—her nipple being firmly twisted and rolled—shocked her so thoroughly that she pushed herself fully upright on the massage bed.
“Eut, ha, haaa…?”
She panted harshly, body now raised, yet her mind spun with confusion.
What had that slapping sensation against her nipple been? And what was this persistent twisting she still felt beneath her breasts?
Amid the whirlwind of emotions and the feverish heat spreading through her entire body, Han Munho’s calm voice reached her ear.
“I apologize. You were on the verge of fainting, so I administered temporary measures.”
“…Temporary… measures?”
“The nipples are terminal regions of the body where sensory nerve clusters are exceptionally dense. In a state of extreme fatigue, they can be awakened with minimal stimulation. I therefore applied targeted stimulus.”
“Ah… I-I see…”
She didn’t understand.
But… it was probably correct.
He was Teacher Han Munho. He had never once said anything incorrect. So this too must surely be true.
With that thought, Eun Nanhee gave a small, quiet nod.
“I-I’m sorry… I’ll pull myself together now…”
“It’s quite all right. Should you collapse again, I will simply wake you once more.”
“……Yes.”
That meant if she fainted again, his hands would return to her breasts.
The very stimulation that had dragged her fading consciousness back to the surface.
A hazy, shameful thought flickered through her mind—that she might want to pretend to pass out just once more, simply to feel it again.
‘What am I thinking… Get a hold of yourself…’
This was only an anal massage.
He was simply taking measures to keep her from collapsing.
Even so, to think her body would react with pleasure to such an act…
She desperately pushed the complicated feelings aside and focused on the heavy, purified water filling her belly and the lazy movements of his cock still buried near her anus.
‘But… how much time is even left…’
Even after Han Munho’s nipple stimulation, the blurring of her consciousness was inevitable.
Only five minutes remained.
To Eun Nanhee, those five minutes felt like five years.
Her body and mind were so utterly exhausted that she could neither estimate the remaining time nor find the strength to ask. Once again, she collapsed onto the bed.
-Slap, slap!
“……Hu.”
-Squeeze! Squeeze!
“Eu, hu……”
Even as Han Munho flicked both nipples with his fingers or pinched and twisted them hard, her body refused to rise.
‘Just like this…’
If she passed out now, perhaps when she woke again everything would already be over—the thirty-minute enema, the expulsion, the aftercare.
Clinging to that faint hope, Eun Nanhee slowly lost consciousness on the bed and slipped into another shallow slumber.
…….
…….
…….
-Squeeze!
“Kugh?! Haaghhuuuuuuuugh?!”
Yet once again, Eun Nanhee could not escape into unconsciousness.
This time it was because of Han Munho’s intensely stimulating touch directly on the center of her lower body—her clitoris.
“You nearly fainted just now, Miss Nanhee.”
“Euh, uuu…. Huuuu…”
“Since we are nearly finished, I will continue the remainder of the session while providing clitoral stimulation to ensure you remain conscious.”
“Ha, ngh, huuuuugh…”
It was not a request but a statement. Not prior consent but a report after the fact.
-Pinch, pinch!
“Kughu, hu, hyaaaak?! Haaghhuuuuuugh?!”
Even as he spoke, Han Munho’s fingers never stopped tormenting her swollen clit, while the cock buried in her anus continued its relentless thrusting.
Eun Nanhee burned hotter with every stroke of his fingers above and his thick shaft below.
“Thirty minutes. The session is complete.”
-Squeeze!
“Hughut—hu-gyaaaaaaaang?!”
The moment he announced the enema was over, he gave her clit one final, firm twist. Her body was lifted at the same time.
In that instant, an unidentifiable wave of pleasure crashed through her exhausted frame.
-Squish, squiiiiiiiish…
“Haa, ha…!! Hu, huup…!!”
She felt something—urine, or something like it—gush from her urethra, and Eun Nanhee reached climax right there.
“Ha, k-huup…”
She wanted to apologize, but her breath caught in her throat and the words wouldn’t form.
The fact that she had climaxed in this state made the reflexive spasms of her body even more agonizing.
Her abdomen contracted violently. The ring of her anus convulsed around the cock still buried inside.
“It’s perfectly normal,” Han Munho said calmly, completely unfazed by her reaction. “In a state of extreme physical and mental exhaustion, it is only natural for the body to reach climax from even mild stimulation.”
His detached, clinical tone only deepened the shame burning inside her mind.
Her body could no longer move a single finger.
If he pulled out now, could she even walk from the bed to the basin on her own?
Fortunately, her worry was unnecessary.
Han Munho, fully aware that her body had reached its limit, had never intended to make her descend from the table by herself.
-Squeeze.
“Eup, huu…”
Slowly, his arms slid between her widely spread legs.
-Squeeze.
“Eugup, huuuuu…”
Then they extended further, hooking beneath her armpits.
With his cock still buried deep inside her, Eun Nanhee felt her entire body being pulled backward into his embrace.
-Lift!
“Ha, k-huuuuuuuup?!”
Her body rose into the air, then tilted back as she was gathered fully against him.
“Haa, haaak…?”
“It appears walking on your own would be difficult, so I will carry you to the basin in this position.”
“Hek, heeek…”
Like this.
Carried in his arms with his cock still lodged in her anus.
Her limbs completely controlled in the kind of intense, obscene position one might see in foreign adult films.
Every movement made the heavy liquid inside her belly slosh violently.
-Glurk, slosh…
“Huup, haaaa…”
Eun Nanhee unconsciously twitched her hips and drew a sharp breath.
Her arms and legs refused to obey her. The cock that had already been deep inside her was now driven even further in this position.
And the knowledge that she was completely naked, every shameful part of her on full display, refused to leave her fading mind.
Step. Step.
“Haa, hup…”
She deliberately lowered her head and tried to hold her breath.
With every step he took, the thick shaft nudged deeper into her rectum.
The three liters of lukewarm water churned even more violently inside her.
She felt faint trickles of liquid leaking from the edges of her stretched anus several times, yet somehow Eun Nanhee clung to consciousness until the very last moment.
“I will now begin the expulsion.”
“Haa, ngh, huut…”
Han Munho, still holding her firmly from behind, stopped above the familiar basin.