Final Release and Cleanup
The familiar basin waited beneath her.
She had already crouched over it countless times today alone. They had replaced the basin with a fresh one after every expulsion, so it wasn’t filthy, yet the instinctive wave of shame was impossible to suppress.
The moment her body settled naturally into position above it, Eun Nanhee’s abdomen clenched tight with tension.
-Pff, pffrrrt….
“Haa, hu, ngh…?!”
And then Han Munho’s cock began to slide slowly out of her.
Keeping the hardened length inside her had been agonizing enough, but pulling free now would mean only one thing: the three liters of fluid still trapped inside her would come gushing out. In this posture, even tightening her sphincter was a struggle; she could no longer hold it.
-Pop!
“Haaah?!”
With a strangely cute sound, the glans slipped free of her anus. The hole he had stretched so wide no longer closed. It stayed open, immediately beginning to expel its contents.
-Purrrrk, pudeuk….
“Haa…. Heup….”
-Kurrrrruk, churrrruk….
“Ugh, haaaa, heuk…!”
She had believed she was used to it—the enemas, the expulsions, even releasing in front of Han Munho. Yet feeling it again proved the sensation was impossible to grow accustomed to. Especially like this, held aloft in such a humiliating pose. She couldn’t even curl into herself; every inch of her was exposed in the most mortifying way possible.
The sole comfort was that Han Munho was cradling her body, preventing him from seeing everything clearly… but shame was still shame.
-Pudeuk! Churrrruk, churrk….
“Hngh…. Ah, haaaa….”
Her once-distended belly trembled as if in spasms while the enema fluid flowed through her insides. Her entire body shook, especially the sweat-drenched skin of her inner thighs.
“Heut, ha…. Haaaa….”
Short, helpless moans kept slipping from her lips. Her anus had long since lost all conscious control. All she could do was relax her hips completely and try to finish this “expulsion” as quickly as possible.
-Prrrrt, shluk…. Purrrrk….
“Huu, knghuuu….”
The viscous liquid pouring from deep inside her. It wasn’t just purified water—fragments of boiled egg came with it, along with the unmistakable sensation of chocolate rings and other remnants sliding out from the deepest parts of her bowels. Eun Nanhee felt every detail with vivid clarity as the final enema continued to leave her.
-Twitch.
“Eut, hyaaah?!”
Around the time half her belly had emptied, an unidentified pleasure began to wrap around her body.
What… is this…?
Her rectum, colon, and intestines had been stretched to their limits by the boiled eggs. Then came the final three liters of purified water that had filled every expanded crevice inside her. The sensation of having her insides stretched to their absolute maximum for dozens of minutes, only to be rinsed completely clean at the end, was far beyond anything Eun Nanhee could have imagined.
Beyond simple relief, she felt strangely light and clear, as if her entire being had been purified.
“Haa, heup…!! Knghaaaaaang…?!”
She shouldn’t be feeling anything. She shouldn’t be able to feel pleasure from something as bizarre as this massage. Yet even in her exhaustion, the sensation rising from her anus was unmistakable ecstasy—the kind she had never once experienced before.
-Shwaaaaaah!!
“Hu, hyaaaaaaaang?!”
Along with a powerful squirt, clear fluid jetted forcefully from her urethra as well.
-Ttododok, tok, tok, todok….
“Hyaa, eut?! Heuyaaaaang?!”
Transparent liquid spurted out against her will. Because Han Munho was holding her up, it scattered across the floor instead of the basin, yet she could not stop it. In truth, her body had already been completely overtaken by pleasure; such concerns no longer registered.
“Haa, hu, knghuuuuht…!!”
It was more than mere refreshment or liberation. As the heavy weight that had pressed on her abdomen vanished, her entire body felt impossibly light and pure. And following that came an endless stream of unidentifiable ecstasy.
Until now, Eun Nanhee had endured the anal massages thinking them strange, forcing herself to bear it or yielding to silent pressure. But in this moment, she finally understood.
She understood why Han Munho had been so eager to give her these “anal massages.”
This… feels… good….
Still cradled in Han Munho’s arms, Eun Nanhee melted into the pleasure and slowly closed her eyes. Watching her completely surrender to his touch, Han Munho smiled quietly.
When Eun Nanhee regained consciousness, she was lying on the massage bed.
“Uh, aeu…?”
Her whole body was drenched in sweat, her skin faintly flushed. The stretched feeling around her anus still lingered. The moment she opened her eyes she roughly understood what had happened. She glanced cautiously toward Han Munho and spoke.
“I-I’m sorry. I think I lost consciousness for a m-moment….”
“You may continue lying down, Miss Nanhee. This is the final step.”
“…Pardon?”
Final step?
She was certain he had said the enema would be the last part. Did that mean he was going to insert something else into her anus after all…?
“You sweated quite a lot, so I’ll wipe you down. I’ll do it myself, and afterward you can get dressed and go home.”
“Ah, I see….”
…What a relief. He really was just going to clean her up.
Feeling reassured by his words, Eun Nanhee quietly lay back down on the massage bed. She knew full well that having a man wipe her body wasn’t exactly an innocent act, but she had already shown him far more shameful things. At this point, it didn’t matter.
-Sluuuurp.
“Huu, huuuu….”
The sensation of the towel moving slowly downward from her neck. She flinched slightly when his hand reached her armpits after wiping her arms and shoulders, but she managed to endure it.
-Squish!
“Eut, huuu….”
-Squeeze!
“Uht, haaang….”
When the towel rubbed over her breasts and nipples, an unintentionally lewd moan escaped her. For a brief moment she wondered if he was massaging her chest for an unusually long time and persistently rubbing her nipples, but—
He’s just being thorough….
She no longer harbored any suspicion toward Han Munho. The intense pleasure she had tasted for the first time—the overwhelming orgasm that felt as if it had rinsed her cluttered mind completely clean—had come from him. There was no way someone who had given her such an experience could be a “bad person.”
-Schlick.
“Ha, heup….”
The moment his hand neared her labia, an obscene breath slipped out unconsciously.
-Sluuurp.
“…….”
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Han Munho spread her legs and wiped the insides of her thighs. Her face burned at the thought that he was seeing her most shameful place so openly, yet Eun Nanhee simply held her breath and surrendered her body to him.
-Spread.
“Eut, hyang?!”
-Slide, sluuuurp.
“Unght, hu, haat…!! Huuuht…!!”
Even so, when his fingers parted her labia and wiped inside, she could no longer hold back the lewd cries. Her body was already exhausted. The thought that she must not resist. Trapped between those two forms of helplessness, Han Munho simply continued cleaning her with meticulous care.
“Now I’ll clean your back as well.”
Even when he placed his hands naturally on her chest and waist to flip her over, Eun Nanhee could say nothing. Even when he took out a fresh towel and began wiping her back and waist, she remained silent. Even when he spread her buttocks with his fingers and cleaned around her anus. Even when he pushed a towel-wrapped finger inside her rear hole to clean the interior.
-Sluuurp.
“Uhp, huuuht….”
-Squeeze.
“Unght, hu, haak?!”
-Shlup, pprruk…. Shlup!
“Huuuuup, hu, haak…!! Haaaak…!!”
…She could only let out reflexive moans. No words came.
“It’s finished, Miss Nanhee.”
“…….”
After Han Munho’s towel had wiped even the soles of her feet, Eun Nanhee carefully sat up on the bed.
Residual fatigue still lingered throughout her body, but it no longer felt like a heavy burden. When she thought of the new experiences she had gained through the anal massage, the way her body had been loosened, and the stress she had shed, such things seemed trivial.
“…Is it really over now?”
“Yes. You may change back into your clothes, Miss Nanhee.”
“…….”
“If my gaze makes you uncomfortable, I can step out for a moment.”
“…No, it’s fine.”
She had already shown him far more embarrassing things than changing clothes. The shame and tension she had felt when first undressing had completely vanished. After all, it was embarrassing to be seen taking clothes off while wearing them; the reverse wasn’t nearly as mortifying.
…If she were honest, she wanted to stay with him just a little longer.