Chapter 231: Let's Do Everything We Can with Water! (1)
Chapter 231: Let's Do Everything We Can with Water! (1)
Yurdias.
Anal.
Success.
After finishing a successful round of anal sex with Yurdias.
"I'm thinking of making the prisoners' confinement position just like the one you were fucked in. What do you think?"
"I think it's excellent, Count."
I asked Yurdias for her thoughts, as she had personally stepped up to test the position intended for the female prisoners.
"Is that your personal opinion, or do you actually think it'll be effective?"
"Both."
Having finished her shower, Yurdias had changed back into her usual office lady attire. She pointed toward the spot where she had been bound.
"First of all, the fact that their genitals are completely exposed targets a woman's sense of shame."
"Naturally. That's exactly why I designed the pose that way."
"Also, being in that position, I felt a natural anticipation that you would try to touch my pussy, Count."
"Well, the whole point is to be able to touch, lick, and mess with it."
"And it was a very comfortable position for anal."
"Now that's just your personal preference talking."
"Some women will eventually become addicted to anal. That position naturally spreads the buttocks, after all."
"Hmm..."
They say that things related to excretion are among the most effective for inducing shame, but I personally have zero tolerance for that sort of thing.
To begin with, anal sex isn't even my preference.
Doing it with Yurdias is more of a reward for her, and since she knows why I'm hesitant about it, she cleans herself thoroughly beforehand, so it's fine.
I can only do this because she cleans herself to an almost excessive degree; otherwise, I wouldn't have given the anus or the back pussy a second thought.
"Why do humans even have to excrete? If they didn't, we could just use the anus as a back pussy all the time."
"Commander Laura doesn't have to, does she?"
"That's thanks to the Mythstone."
It’s one of the reasons many of the female members are after a Mythstone.
Without the help of something like a Mythstone, a human has to regularly empty themselves out to make anal sex viable.
Or, they have to get themselves as clean as Yurdias.
"Yurdias. That colon cleansing medicine you got from the underworld—it's quite expensive, isn't it?"
"Yes. It costs about 20 Ruji Coins per dose."
You're burning 200,000 won just for one round of anal?!
I wanted to shout it, but I forced the words back down.
"Well, we won't need to spend money on that anymore."
"Yes. Since we've acquired the know-how from the Sea Elves. If we ask them, we can perform the cleaning immediately, so there shouldn't be any further expenses."
That made sense. Now, colon cleansing could be done for a fraction of a single Ruji Coin.
"Shouldn't we be charging Yurdias for this? Don't you think so, Asti?"
"Exactly. With this magic, it's easy. Hehehe."
Astarotte held her small staff and twirled her finger.
"Sway, O Waves."
A stream of water erupted from the top of her staff, splashing onto the floor of the underground dungeon.
"Tidal Wave!"
Whoosh.
The water flowed along the floor tiles and down into the drainage system.
Following the aqueduct from the drain, the wastewater generated in this dungeon would head deeper underground, where it was slated to be 'purified' by the Sirens' magic.
"How is it, Count?"
"Perfect."
In this process, two types of the Sirens' 'Wave Magic' had been applied.
Just what kind of Wave Magic—or rather, what kind of 'Authority' of the Sea Elves—was it?
"Ta-da! This way, we can even wash the inside."
Splosh.
The water stream Astarotte summoned through magic sprayed out from the center like a parasol, moving up and down like a brush.
That was the first benefit we gained after securing the Sirens.
"With this, we can slide it into the canal and wash it out. The water pressure is kept very low. Just enough for a human body to handle."
Colon cleansing.
By pushing water inward toward the bowels with a very gentle current, like a tide, the water fills up to the point where the intestine bends, cleaning the walls.
"If you leave the water inside for a bit, it'll naturally drain out. Repeating this a few times completes the cleansing."
Then, all at once, it flushed downward.
Apparently, that was how the Sirens handled things after using the bathroom.
Astarotte had learned the basics of how the Sirens manipulated waves and adjusted the pressure to be suitable for humans—the result was the vortex we were seeing now.
I hadn't experienced it myself, but according to Yurdias, who had used it for her cleaning, it felt refreshing and even... cool(?).
Thanks to this, the burden of performing anal sex had been greatly reduced.
Of course, the psychological burden of the act itself remained.
Seeing it in R-rated fanart is one thing, but doing it in reality is another.
I suppose fantasy and reality really are different.
In porn, anal sex happens all the time, but when I actually try to do it, it feels foreign every single time.
—Oppa. Do you know what the hottest kind of sex is? It's when a man does something he clearly doesn't want to do, just because he knows I love it. Whether it's cunnilingus or anal. That's what makes a woman go crazy. Got it?
I remembered what she had said.
Yurdias knew I didn't particularly want to do it, so she was a woman who felt immense joy just from the fact that I was performing anal sex on her.
My head started to spin again, so I shifted my thoughts from 'anal sex' to 'anal management.'
"Good. With this, we can keep the ones we restrain here much cleaner. After all... if people are stuck in a place like this for too long, some of them might start losing their minds."
I turned my gaze toward a section of the underground dungeon that was currently empty—and would likely remain so.
"Ugh, I don't even want to think about it."
The person originally imprisoned there was 'Head Maid Emma.'
She was a spy planted in the Fermaton household by the royal family. She had been caught working for the kingdom and locked away.
She probably expected the kingdom—specifically, the Great Harlot Queen Messalina—to bail her out if she just held on.
But there was no such move. It was clear to anyone that Head Maid Emma had been discarded.
And immediately after the news reached the dungeon that Ruji Fermaton had been inaugurated as the 'Count.'
—No! How could they do this to me! After how much I've sacrificed for them! Damn it, eat shit!
She developed a disorder—not just of anger management, but of bowel management.
Whether she was doing it on purpose to be killed or trying to find a way to escape, I didn't know.
—Hehe, pee-pee blast!
Just like what you might see in a psychiatric ward or a nursing home, the walls had been covered in filth.
We could clean it up quickly with magic, but thanks to Head Maid Emma, we realized the necessity of overhauling the underground dungeon.
We had naively assumed that if we provided a toilet, the prisoners would use it. We were reminded once again that there are people in this world who will use any means necessary to achieve their ends.
So, we built these facilities.
You know, like in those thriller movies where serial killers build showers or pool-like facilities in their basements to easily wash away blood.
Now, we could easily wash away filth as well.
There were separate toilets, but the key point was that, unlike before, we could now wash the entire floor with water.
"Now, after having frantic sex, we can just spray water and wash away all the love juice and squirt immediately."
"When you put it like that, it sounds like I built this just to make it easier to clean up after a rape."
"But it's the truth, isn't it?"
"Ugh."
As Astarotte said, the primary purpose was washing the prisoners.
For the time being, the prisoners were scheduled to be restrained just as Yurdias had been. They would live their lives bound, stripped of their dignity as women.
The existing prisoners were no different.
From now on, the prisoners would be treated as less than human by the two 'jailers' standing there.
"Ahem. You two."
"...Yes!"
"You called, Count?"
Two Sea Elves dressed in hardcore black uniforms stood at attention before me.
"Everyone who enters this place will be a woman. And unless it's someone I personally need to manage, you two will be in charge of the prisoners here every single day."
"We will faithfully execute the Count's orders."
"A slave follows their master's command."
"No, you're not slaves... sigh. Whatever."
I had left their training to Charlotte, and she had certainly turned them into slaves who listened perfectly.
She must have put them through some intense mental conditioning to get them to say that.
I didn't particularly want to know what methods she used.
"You can think of yourselves as slaves if you want, but you are strictly 'laborers' working for me, Ruji Fermaton. You will be paid based on your performance."
As a modern person, I was more comfortable managing workers than slaves.
"Performance-based pay...?"
"Yes. If the amount of Mana Milk you extract from the prisoners is satisfactory, I will grant you a very special right."
I handed a ring of keys to the two Sea Elves—the keys that could unlock the prisoners' chastity belts.
"The prisoners who come here are traitors who are less than human. You may fuck them as much as you like."
The two Sea Elves.
They had given up their lives on the surface and chosen this dark underground dungeon.
"I'm counting on you. Les Caesar. Vian Cross. Live up to the new names I've given you."
The jailers of this dungeon were hardcore lesbians.