Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Calcium Oxalate
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Calcium oxalate.
Cold-stored white mucus-like stuff.
It's hemp juice.
Juice extracted by grinding hemp leaves.
Hemp contains mucin, a slimy substance that's even slicker than love gel.
Not just the mucin that protects the stomach lining—it's also packed with all sorts of minerals, great for your health.
But the reason I'd extracted this hemp juice wasn't to drink it.
Calcium oxalate.
A compound plants produce to store calcium. Hemp's loaded with it.
This stuff is infamous for causing insane itching on contact with skin.
The itch rivals poison ivy.
Especially on super-thin mucous membranes like the anus or genitals—packed with dense networks of tiny blood vessels and nerves—when it gets on there, it triggers a maddening itch like your nerves are sprouting out of your skin, twitching and standing on end.
Now, add a special sauce.
Squeeee!
Aphrodisiac gel.
Mix in an aphrodisiac that keeps sexual sensations firing non-stop with the itching hemp juice.
I grabbed the blended liquid and headed back down to the basement.
"Haaa...♡"
Her body heat hadn't faded yet. Clear fluid leaking from her pussy trickled down, licking her anus before soaking the floor beneath the chair.
Aurora, getting hornier every time her own pussy juice grazed her asshole, producing even more.
"Hey, tissue. Last chance right now. Acknowledge me as your master."
Flinch!
Aurora, lost in the heat she'd whipped up herself, startled like she hadn't even noticed me enter.
"Hmph. N-not yet! I lost, but that's on my own failings! Doesn't mean you've got what it takes to be my master! Becoming your master... i-it'll take a hundred years!"
Good. That's exactly the attitude I wanted.
If she caved lamely after all this, the gentle pussy-and-asshole caresses, hauling this stuff down here—it'd all be for nothing.
"Really? No regrets?"
"Ugh..."
Crunch crunch.
She gnawed her lower lip with her front teeth, terrified I'd hit her with forced orgasms or violence beyond her limits.
"Ah—don't worry. For a pathetic pussy slut like you, no need for forced climaxes or gut punches. I won't even touch you much. Next three days, once a day, just one visit down here. Each time... yeah, five minutes of contact. No penetration, obviously."
"...What?.. Ngh...!"
She shot me a furious glare, like you think that little of me? Blindfolded, eyes hidden, but I could feel her death stare burning through.
"What're you staring at? Want a smack?"
"Ah, s-sorry...!"
One casual word, and she folded like a whipped dog.
Heh heh, looks so damn stupid. Total meathead jock vibe.
"That was your last chance to mouth off. Your choice, Aurora."
You're about to taste real hell.
I swallowed the last bit, picked up the brush that'd been teasing her anus and clit.
Dipped the soft microfiber brush deep into the hemp juice.
Brush sopping with juice.
Drip drip—
"Hmm..? What's that sound?"
Blindfolded, she reacted to the drops hitting the cup.
"Something special. Miracle cure for cocky bitches like you."
The brush crept slowly toward her anus.
Splat!
"Hiyak!?"
Cold juice hit her scorching anus—she jerked like a cat doused in ice water.
"Hold still. Good for your health."
"Ngh..."
Slather slather.
I applied it meticulously. Skipped the cheeks, focused deep in the crack—from where the anus began, inward.
Subtly prodded between the wrinkles, ensuring the calcium oxalate and aphrodisiac soaked into every bit of her anal sphincter, inside and out.
A few strokes later, her asshole was utterly steeped in it. Gave her clit a couple passes too—shaft, and those deep folds between clit and hood.
Preliminary work to turn her anus into a second clit: complete.
"Haaa...! Th-this feels off..."
She still hadn't clocked what I'd just marinated her asshole in.
But five minutes tops, she'd know.
Itching's one of the few sensations that can drive a human straight to insanity.
Pain? Grit your teeth. But itching—even war heroes crack. Hours of it turns anyone feral. Think summer mosquito bites.
Itches like hell. Scratch a cross, a star—still itches.
But that's just a bug bite. Hot water soak for a minute fixes it.
This? Hemp juice.
Triggers itch levels mosquitoes can't touch!
Now imagine that on a hyper-sensitive spot like her anus... restrained so she can't scratch or rinse for hours... laced with a hardcore aphrodisiac keeping her nerves razor-sharp, itch never dulling.
'Ku...'
If I'd lacked addiction immunity and it got on my dick? Nightmare fuel.
Bonus: blindfold means she can't even check her asshole's state.
Teetering on madness for minutes. Hours. In dead silence.
Put simply: the time prison I hit Shin Nari with before, upgraded with itching. Way more active torture.
"Then I'm out. Good luck enduring."
Time'd handle the rest.
"Eh? That's... it?"
"Yup. Rest up~"
"For real..?"
Tinge of disappointment—like she'd been hoping for more.
Don't sweat it. Once the itch kicks in, regrets won't be the issue.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot. Timer—rings every hour. Gauge time with it."
I fired up the busted timer from Nari's sessions, set it in the corner.
"Three days. Win, and you're free clean. Give it your all."
She mumbled something behind me, but I spat my piece and climbed upstairs.
Back in the living room, I headed straight for the room with Shin Nari laid out.
Dazed on the bed.
Approached to check her status.
"Abubu."
"Huh?"
Nari, arms wide, whining for cuddles.
"What the..."
Tried to ignore and bail, but as I grabbed the doorknob, she flailed her limbs and started sniffling.
"Goddamn..."
No choice—sat on the bed beside Shin Nari, who lay gazing up at me.
Pat pat.
"Ehehe~."
Rub rub.
Like a big dog nuzzling its owner's leg after ages apart. If she had a tail, it'd kick up dust off the bed.
Childish antics, but prime adult woman's body. Rubbing made her tits squish and jiggle against each other.
Normally? Dick rock-hard instant. But now? Weirdly zero urge.
"Exhausted, huh..."
Might as well crash.
Strategy, abduction, training, fights, sex... Weeks since proper sleep? Can't recall.
Even an Awakener needs breaks, no matter the mental endurance.
Doggo leading a monster horde? Slim odds. Not cocky hunch—from hands-on observation and analysis.
Sleep first.
Finish Aurora, dump Jin Kyung-pil with the back-alley 'fresh meat' guy, then relocate.
"Wiped..."
Leaned against the bed's headboard. Shin Nari burrowed right in—like it was her spot forever—U-curled between my legs, thigh for pillow.
Hard as rock, must hurt, but she didn't care. Sniffed me deep; her breaths evened out.
"...Feels good?"
"Awoong... Wu...♡"
Shin Nari gazed up cutely, legs wrapped around mine.
Her eyes brimmed pure affection, trust. The look of an idiot handing everything to her one safe person.
"Stuck playing house with an unwanted kid."
Odd feeling.
Once drove me to doom with twisted possessiveness. Craved revenge like mad...
Now? Loyalty reward left her mind half-fried.
Sharing a bed, human moments—not uncomfortable. Hell, felt oddly warm.
Disappointed in myself?
Break her more, kill her—that revenge?
'Confusing.'
Whatever this emotion, not forgiveness.
Despise hypocrites preaching it; always grimaced at saints forgiving family killers.
Awakener trait messing with me? Or pumped-up Mental Power reining in revenge eating my soul?
...Or actual love-hate for Shin Nari?
Plenty theories.
All annoying.
"Sigh... Whatever."
Sleep time.
Shin Nari smelled amazing, body warm and soft.
That sufficed.
"Huhih, happy♡."
Mind bubbling back from blackout.
Slurp♡ Chup♡.
What sound's that?