Lemonade
“…and an enema?”
“Yes. The interior must be thoroughly emptied before we begin the anal massage.”
“……”
Han Munho’s voice remained perfectly calm, his expression unchanged, yet Eun Nanhee felt her thoughts spiral into confusion. She had believed she was already enduring the most embarrassing part of the treatment, only for him to speak as though they had barely started. The suggestion that an enema was now required left her flustered.
“D-do we really have to do an enema…?”
“It is a necessary step if we are to continue the anal massage. Of course, it is possible to proceed without it, but I suspect that would be considerably more difficult for you, Miss Eun.”
“……”
“If you have no objections, I will take your silence as consent and proceed.”
“N-no… I mean…”
What could she possibly say? How was she supposed to dissuade him when he was already preparing as though the decision had been made? She had already lain naked before him, already felt his fingers inside her. Yet the thought of an enema felt like something she simply could not bear.
I have to refuse…
But it already seemed decided, and the idea of speaking up now filled her with dread. While she hesitated, Han Munho openly retrieved a nozzle-style enema kit, leaving her no more time to stall.
“E-excuse me…!”
Eun Nanhee resolved to tell him she would stop here, that she would not accept an enema. Yet Han Munho, anticipating even this reaction, smoothly continued.
“Y-yes, I think I’ll stop at—”
“Ah, Miss Eun. Do you happen to have any beverages in your bag?”
“…Pardon?”
“Something to drink. Milk or coffee would be fine, or even a carbonated beverage. Barley tea or plain water would also work.”
“W-why are you asking about that all of a sudden…?”
“You only need to tell me whether you have any or not. Do you?”
“……”
His calm yet firm gaze made her forget what she had been about to say. Almost unconsciously, she pictured the contents of her bag.
“I… I bought a lemonade earlier because I planned to drink it later…”
“Perfect. We’ll use that.”
“……What? What do you mean, ‘use that’…?”
“The most important factors for an enema are moisture and mild acidity. The colon maintains a slightly acidic environment, so overly alkaline solutions can cause irritation. Lemonade, being mildly acidic, possesses all the suitable properties for this procedure.”
“W-what?!”
Her mind was already reeling from the mere idea of an enema; now he was calmly explaining that he intended to use the lemonade she had brought. Yet he continued without the slightest change in tone, as though he had expected her shock.
“I understand your surprise. Using lemonade for an enema must seem rather unconventional.”
“Y-yes! It’s not even water, it’s lemonade…”
“The key point when using lemonade is its composition. The citric acid and vitamin C in lemon stimulate the intestines and promote peristalsis. While it may be slightly more irritating than physiological saline, given your current physical condition, the level of stimulation should be just right.”
“No, that’s…”
“Additionally, because it contains sugar, we can also expect a mild replenishing effect. Enemas consume a great deal of stamina, so absorbing nutrients through the intestinal wall should help restore some of your strength. Solutions of this type also soften stool and facilitate easy expulsion. In essence, it functions exactly like a standard enema solution.”
“……”
Every time she tried to speak, a fresh wave of pseudo-scientific explanations poured from him. Knowledge she could not possibly verify flooded her mind. What had begun as an attempt at protest gradually became too embarrassing to voice.
Is he really suggesting lemonade because he thinks it’s good for enemas…?
His confident demeanor made the thought cross her mind. In truth, more than eighty percent of what Han Munho had said was fabricated on the spot, but Eun Nanhee, lacking any expertise in either massage or enemas, had no way to distinguish fact from fiction. His persuasive skill lay in planting just enough doubt while maintaining an overall logical flow, and no client had ever successfully refused him once he began.
…That very skill was what had kept him operating as a masseur rather than being exposed as a criminal.
“It’s all right, Miss Eun. There’s no need to be tense.”
“……”
“If you prefer, we can use plain water or a standard enema solution instead. I recommended the lemonade only because it is a liquid your body is already familiar with.”
“……”
“This is not a demand. Shall we proceed with water, or would you like to use the lemonade?”
At some point he had taken the lemonade from her bag and was now offering her the choice. Eun Nanhee found herself thinking, If he’s going this far… maybe it really is better to use the lemonade if I have to do it anyway.
“L-lemonade… I’ll go with the lemonade…”
“Understood. We will proceed with the lemonade as you have chosen.”
…She had not yet realized that the option of whether or not to receive an enema had already disappeared.
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“I will proceed slowly. Please relax your body and lie comfortably on your stomach.”
“……Yes.”
How had things come to this? Why was she now meekly presenting her hips, preparing to receive an enema exactly as Han Munho instructed? She must have been convinced at some point, yet the process felt impossible to trace. It was the sort of situation best described as: before she knew it, she was already here.
The thought that she should stop even now flashed through her mind, but—
—Shlp!
“Mmph, hngh?!”
The sudden insertion of the enema nozzle into her anus scattered every thought. The tight sensation of the nozzle pushing inside made her anus instinctively try to close. Without realizing it, she clenched, gripping the device with her buttocks, only for Han Munho’s hand to touch her once more, his low, steady voice brushing her ear.
“Tensing up will only make this harder. Please relax.”
“Y-yes…”
—Tickle, tickle.
“Nngh, hah… Hyaa…”
Han Munho’s fingertips traced and stimulated the area around the inserted nozzle, as though trying to help her relax. It was surely meant only to ease her tension, not as any form of harassment. Still, every time his fingers brushed her there, she felt herself growing more tense instead. Even so, she decided to trust his words.
…If Han Munho were truly doing something improper rather than performing a legitimate massage, then everything she had allowed so far would mean she had been foolishly deceived by a pervert.
—Tickle, tickle.
“Hngh, hah, ah…”
It’s fine. This… this must be correct…
At some point she began deceiving herself, quietly accepting his touch as though under hypnosis.
“You’re still quite tense. Please excuse me for a moment.”
“What? Excuse you for what—”
—Press.
“Hngh, hoooh?!”
A sudden surge of pleasure made her cry out in a strange voice. It took her a beat to realize his fingers had touched her clitoris.
“Hngh, e-eh…?”
“My apologies, Miss Eun. You seemed to be having difficulty relaxing, so I took the liberty of using my hand.”
“U-using your hand…? What do you mean?”
“Light stimulation of the clitoris can naturally relax the anal muscles in women. That is why I applied a brief stimulus to yours.”
“L-light stimulus, you say…”
Honestly, it had not felt light at all. The sensation of his fingers firmly pinching and pressing down on her clitoris still lingered. She had even felt a fleeting spark of pleasure from it.
“Y-you should have said something first…”
“If I had warned you in advance, you would have focused on your clitoris, which would have made it harder to relax. That is why I could not mention it beforehand.”
“……”
“Thanks to that, the tension in your anus has eased considerably. I judged that prolonging the tension would be worse for your body, so I proceeded.”
…She no longer knew what to think. If the professional said so, then it must be correct.
“Y-yes… Th-thank you…”
With that thought, Eun Nanhee offered her thanks to Han Munho without fully understanding why.