Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: An Unconventional Cure
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Guess I won't need to wear diapers after all.
Humans have seven holes in their head. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Two in the torso. Piss hole, shit hole.
Women have three down there, adding the pussy hole.
Each hole serves a different purpose.
Eyes for sight, nose for smell, ears for hearing. They mainly handle sensation.
The mouth is for eating. It takes in food to absorb nutrients. Essential for survival.
When something goes wrong inside, it can vomit up the stomach contents. That's acid reflux.
The mouth hole is the only one capable of two-way communication as needed.
It's the sole hole in the human body where things go in and out, back and forth.
Inserting endoscopes or whatever to check issues doesn't count— that's not natural.
The piss hole and shit hole exist for excretion. To dump waste.
Keeping useless crap piled up inside is poison.
In a way, they're just as necessary as the mouth hole.
The key point here is that they're for excretion. In other words, body's exits.
Not holes meant for sticking things into naturally.
Puuk-!
"Kuhk?!"
But Charlotte went and did it anyway. She defied the laws of nature, the mysteries of the human body, the purpose holes were made for by necessity.
Tongue versus finger. What a massive difference.
Fingers are longer and harder than tongues. Because of the bones.
"Ch-Charlotte…!"
The sensation was worlds apart from when her tongue went in. I knew it was just a finger.
So why did it feel like I'd been impaled on a spear?
A piercing sensation engulfed my ass. I clenched my fists without thinking.
Chik, chiiik-!
"Ummph, humm…!"
Chuuuup, chuuup!
Charlotte pursed her lips and sucked hard on the glans. Like she was determined to vacuum up every last drop of semen left in my urethra.
All the while shoving her finger in deep.
"Aaaah…!"
Tensing my ass stopped the ejaculation. I couldn't cum clean like this.
But I couldn't just relax and offer it up unprotected either.
Dilemma.
Charlotte didn't stop. While I hesitated, twitching helplessly, she kept poking away.
A foreign sensation stirred in my ass.
Stab, stab-!
"Hngh, heuk…!"
A sound I'd never heard before echoed from down there. Goosebumps prickled my skin.
My balls shriveled up.
"Father, it's loosened up nicely. You can easily take a single finger now."
"S-Stop…!"
"Are you sure you want me to? I'm only doing this to treat your itch…."
"Treat?"
I propped up my upper body with both arms, staring down at Charlotte in my doggy-style kneel.
She lay beneath my crotch, speaking leisurely. Each word she said sent her warm breath wafting over my balls.
"When I stimulated certain spots, you showed signs of improvement from the itch. But my tongue couldn't scratch there properly."
"…So you stuck your finger in?"
"Yes."
My legs trembled. Ever since her middle finger lodged in my ass, my strength had drained like I'd been stabbed.
"Father, set aside the disgust and discomfort for now. Focus on observing your body, the itchy points, and my finger's movements. It'll help ease the symptoms."
"……."
The finger was already in. No choices left for me.
I could only hope her words were true and pray the itch vanished.
I relaxed a bit. Then Charlotte started sliding her finger in and out.
"Hk!"
A girl's middle finger thrusting in my asshole.
Was this the right call? Were there really no other options? Doubts echoed in my head.
Stabstabstabstabstab-.
"Hnn, heup…! Is this. R-Really right…? Ngh…!"
"Sweet dew is beading on the glans, Father."
My ass didn't feel like mine anymore. The lewd, impossible sounds—I couldn't accept them.
Didn't want to.
Charlotte ravaged my ass while flicking her tongue. Licking up the Cowper's fluid on my glans.
Each blatant thrust of her finger brought more precum.
My dick got harder than usual. Charlotte smacked her lips against it.
"Father's dick is still so cute."
"…D-Don't tease! Finish the treatment quick…!"
"The treatment ended a while ago."
"Then pull it out now!"
The moment I barked, Charlotte withdrew her finger. With a tzuook, my ass regained its freedom.
One finger in or out. The difference was stark.
'…Why couldn't I move my body?'
I wasn't physically restrained. Arms and legs were free.
Yet I couldn't push her away.
'They say once it's in the pussy, you're done for….'
I never thought I'd learn that truth with my own body. Self-loathing surged.
"Father. How's the itch? Better?"
"……."
Charlotte snapped me out of my thoughts. I checked my body late and cheered inwardly.
"…Ah, no feeling at all. Not itchy in the slightest."
Perfect. Back to before the itch started.
Like right after leaving the village.
Just one itch gone, and body and mind felt so much lighter. So this is what it's like.
Incredibly refreshing.
'Good call asking her.'
Endure a bit of shame, solve everything. Not a bad trade.
If I could leave reviews in this world, I'd say I'd come back for recurrences. Results that satisfying.
I jumped up. Ass without itch— who knows how long it's been.
"Father."
Charlotte handed me tissues. Plenty of spots to clean.
"Shall I help?"
"No, I'm good."
Body recovered. I could handle it myself now. I shooed her out and wiped down.
Dick and ass, spotless with wet wipes.
'…Amazing.'
While cleaning with wipes, I inspected my ass. Curiosity hit, so I prodded the hole lightly.
After all that thrusting.
No looseness, no slack sphincter. Perfectly fine.
'Guess I won't need diapers after all.'
Good news? Definitely.
The itch was completely gone. We reached Count Pigmon's territory in no time.
"This close!"
Wonder how much detour that mystery ailment caused.
"The mood feels off."
Outskirts of Count Pigmon's domain. A city in disarray. Incongruous, maybe.
Lots of anxious eyes.
"…Heard Count Pigmon's been arrested. That's probably stirring things up. Insiders must be sharing info."
Even if they hid key details, they couldn't control the uneasy air. Leaking anxiety was rattling people.
"Straight to Count Pigmon's mansion."
Territory has multiple cities and villages. Count doesn't manage them all.
Subordinates exist for a reason. Small villages get fiefed to family knights.
Count Pigmon stayed elsewhere. I bypassed cities and villages, heading direct to his mansion.
Charlotte, following quietly, tossed out a line.
"You know the way well, Father."
"……."
As the hero, I'd spent plenty of time around here. Had to know it.
Not hunter-level intimate, but I knew surrounding villages and roads well enough. Could navigate without a map.
"Still can't forget her? My mother?"
"Can't forget. How could I? I just don't dwell on it."
Count Pigmon supported rebels, took drugs. Front-page knight news.
Treason. Rebellion. Coup. All the juicy words.
Wouldn't take long to expose and execute. Clear evidence— no reason for royals to hesitate.
Pigmon family wiped out. Count himself, wives, all to the gallows.
Celine couldn't escape death either. Drug-soaked, she couldn't beat kingdom knights.
All blood kin executed. Even the one good ruler in that NTR Tsukuru eroge— no mercy here.
Charlotte too. Death sentence unavoidable.
If Hero Dyke #1 hadn't rushed over after the headlines—
"So to save me, Father, you dredged up those unpleasant memories. Had to take faster routes to arrive before my execution."
"……."
What was that guy thinking, rushing to save Charlotte?
'…Lingering attachment, probably.'
He'd saved two idiots adventuring with a rusty sword from crisis.
Attachment to Celine, the knightliest of them all.
I clicked my tongue and hurried on. The mansion drew near.