The Swallowed Silk and the Scent of Tomatoes
It was the morning after Echidna had secretly conditioned Roen's anus and finally succeeded in her deeply moving first penetration. Roen woke up slightly earlier than Echidna, as she usually did, and headed out of the bedroom. But then...
"Mmh...?"
While walking down the hallway of the Desert Mansion, Roen turned around in confusion. For a split second, she felt as if someone was right behind her.
Needless to say, there was no way anyone else could be in a house where she lived alone with Echidna. Echidna was currently fast asleep, so it was physically impossible for someone to be standing behind Roen, let alone touching her. If so, then that brief sensation of a presence behind her back was...
"My butt...?"
It wasn't that someone had touched her; rather, her own body had become so hyper-sensitive that it reacted as if it were being caressed. It was utterly absurd.
Although the Desert Mansion was designed for easy ventilation and enjoyed a pleasant, cool breeze, the wind was hardly blowing fiercely enough to mimic a physical presence. It was bizarre to think a mere draft could feel like a hand brushing against her skin.
"Is it just my imagination...?"
Dismissing it as a trick of her mind, she headed toward the bathhouse. She planned to wash up before preparing breakfast today. Unlike usual, she had broken out in a bit of a sweat while sleeping. She wanted to get thoroughly clean to shake off the sticky feeling, but...
"Ah, hngh... ♡"
It was right then that Roen discovered the true identity of the "presence" she had felt earlier. She had just unclasped her bra, tossing it aside, and was about to slide off her panties.
"It... swallowed my panties... ♡"
As she pulled them down, the fabric of her panties—which had been tightly pinched between her cheeks—dragged roughly against the inner walls of her back pussy, sliding out like a lewd caress.
The previous night, Roen had been thoroughly ravished by Echidna. Because she had been violated in her sleep, she had simply assumed her lower back felt a bit stiff this morning from sleeping in an awkward position. But...
"What is wrong with me, seriously... ♡"
Even if an anus lacked the natural elasticity of a vagina, it still instinctively tried to contract back to its original shape. Furthermore, because Roen's back pussy was an elite, master-class vessel among all back pussies, her anus—which had been stretched wide open all night—had clamped down so hard in its effort to close that it had literally sucked in the fabric of the panties Echidna had carefully dressed her in.
"Hah, haaa..."
After a moment of sheer panic, Roen managed to pull her underwear all the way down and strip completely naked. Leaning against the wall, she took slow, deep breaths. And with every rise and fall of her chest, her anus puckered and twitched, practically begging for something to be stuffed back inside.
By nature, the anus was an organ designed solely for excretion. Yet, after hosting a massive jaji for just one night, Roen's anus was already abandoning its natural function, striving to become a perfect receptacle. It was demonstrating the innate talent of a truly legendary master-class hole.
However, this innate talent only filled Roen with dread. After all, she was under the delusion that the intense pleasure radiating from her back pussy was happening entirely naturally, without the influence of any drugs.
"I'm losing my mind. Seriously..."
Her back pussy, thoroughly saturated with aphrodisiacs, had literally swallowed her underwear and was now delivering a level of ecstasy that rivaled her actual vagina. At this point, she couldn't help but seriously worry that there was something fundamentally broken with her own body.
"Haaah..."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Roen stepped into the bathhouse and turned on the shower. Confusing thoughts aside, she desperately wanted to wash her body. She intended to take a quick shower and get out, but...
"What am I supposed to do with this body..."
Perhaps because the sensation of the panties sliding out of her aphrodisiac-soaked back pussy had sent ripples of pleasure throughout her entire nervous system... her erect, highly sensitive nipples and clitoris twitched in ecstasy every single time the warm spray of the shower brushed against them.
"Is this really normal...?"
A sigh escaped her lips, but this was her reality. After months of relentless conditioning, Roen's body had been completely reduced to Echidna's personal, living sex toy.
With a melancholic expression, Roen absentmindedly stroked her belly and shook her head. The idea of living out the rest of her days happily as Echidna's wife had sounded wonderful in theory. But now that they had supposedly entered a period of celibacy, having a body that craved sex this desperately felt like a curse.
To be completely honest...
"This is a massive reality check..."
She was experiencing a deep sense of futility. For a long time, her life had been a mindless, lust-fueled cycle of sex, food, sex, sleep, sex, food, sex, sleep. But over the past week, she had done absolutely nothing but cook, chat, eat, and sleep. Aside from taking her Menstruation-stopping Medicine and Defecation-stopping Drug, her days consisted of nothing but domestic chores and idle conversation.
"My body is practically screaming for sex... but my mind is just like, 'Is it really that big of a deal?'"
Because of this, while Roen's mind was thoroughly enjoying this long-overdue rest, her body was in heat, desperately clamoring for penetration. The cognitive dissonance between her mind and body was the root cause of her existential dread. It was utterly baffling—her mind felt sharper than ever after a break from sex, yet her body craved it to an almost overwhelming degree.
"Haaah..."
But really, what could she do about it now? Letting out another sigh, Roen quickly finished her shower and headed to the kitchen, determined to focus on making breakfast.
Cooking, truth be told, isn't all that difficult. While crafting a gourmet masterpiece is certainly a challenge, whipping up basic, edible sustenance is simple enough. The meals Echidna had prepared for herself during her years of solitude fell squarely into the latter category.
She would bake simple flatbreads out of flour, which tasted decent enough, and dip them in honey to add a bit of sweetness. To eat nothing but flatbread and honey—essentially the bare minimum for human survival—for years on end without ever growing tired of it was, in a way, far more impressive than being a dedicated home cook.
The dishes I prepare are just one step above that. Things like pasta, simple baked goods, and occasionally grilled eel to boost Echidna's stamina. People who have never cooked before might find it daunting, but for someone like me who cooks basic meals regularly, it's really not that hard. Plus, they're the kind of comforting dishes you can eat often without getting sick of them.
"Should I just make a simple tomato pasta today?"
Pasta is the ultimate home-cooked meal because you can make a massive batch of noodles beforehand and simply swap out the sauce whenever you want. Since they still had some tomatoes left over from their last trip to the Great City's market, she immediately got the pasta maker ready to roll out some fresh noodles.
"Let's see, the ratio for the dough is..."
In a world without YouTube, you couldn't just type in a dish's name and get a one-minute recipe video. However, after cooking so many delicious meals for Echidna, Roen had accumulated plenty of her own culinary know-how. Making fresh pasta from scratch was a breeze now.
"Five eggs, and the flour is..."
Muttering the recipe she had jotted down on a scrap of paper in the corner of the kitchen, she went through the steps one by one. Before long, she had a generous pile of fresh pasta that would easily last them a few days. Storing the leftovers would be easy since she could just ask Echidna to flash-freeze them with magic. Now, all that was left was the sauce...
"For the tomato sauce, I'll need tomatoes, honey, basil, bay leaves, butter..."
Without a second thought, she laid out the ingredients on the counter and prepared to cook. Making tomato sauce from scratch without store-bought shortcuts was a fairly tedious process. She scored the skins of the tomatoes, tossed them into a large pot, and began to simmer them.
"Hehehe..."
As the plump tomatoes gradually softened and broke down, a grin spread across her face. Tomato pasta had always been her absolute favorite. Even before she became Roen, back when she was still a male adventurer scraping by in the guild, it was her go-to meal because it was cheap, filling, and easy to clean up. But then...
"Ugh..."
Holding a wooden spoon to stir the pot and help the tomatoes break down faster, she leaned over the stove. The moment the hot steam carrying the scent of boiling tomatoes hit her nose, her face contorted in disgust.
"Did they go bad...?"
A sudden wave of nausea washed over her, nearly making her dry heave. Her immediate thought was that the tomatoes had spoiled. The desert was incredibly hot, and even though Echidna had applied preservation magic, what if the tomatoes had already been rotting when they bought them at the Great City's market? If so, it wouldn't be surprising for them to smell foul when boiled. She quickly turned off the heat and gently wafted the steam toward her nose to check the scent.
"Urgh..."
A violent surge of bile welled up from deep within her stomach. She bolted straight for the sink. And then...
"Ugh, blegh..."
She dry-heaved repeatedly. The smell was so repulsive it made her feel as if her body was physically rejecting the very concept of tomatoes. It was a stench so vile that she wanted to march right back to the market in the Great City and tear the shop apart for selling such garbage.
"Hah... I can't do this."
Pushing the pot of boiling tomatoes aside, she grabbed a wok and decided to make a cream sauce instead. Fortunately, the rich, milky aroma of the cream didn't trigger her stomach at all.