Discomfort
A day has passed. Green sprouts are already visible in the Pot. Lying on the bed, I stare at the sprouts before sitting up to water the Pot, then turn my thoughts back to the question Chae-yun asked yesterday.
“Can you kill a person, oppa?”
I thought answering would be easy. I expected the words “Of course I can” to leave my mouth without hesitation. Yet, contrary to my expectations, my lips only parted soundlessly, unable to form a reply.
“...I suppose so. It isn’t an easy question, is it?”
She smiled as if she understood, and I found myself unable to speak. When she stood and said, “Please don’t think too deeply about it,” before returning to the dorm, I couldn’t even reach out to stop her. Instead, I lay awake, thinking about what lay ahead.
“Killing someone...”
I never believed I would avoid such a thing. I simply hadn’t expected it to approach this quickly. The day I first met Seo Hee, I had beaten the man beside her with every intention of killing him. Fighting without holding back, their bones snapped like chopsticks and their flesh tore like paper. If I truly exerted my strength, killing someone bare-handed would probably be simple now.
Still, the reason I couldn’t answer Chae-yun was likely because of the rules humans live by. The education that says “Do not harm others” appears in schools and even in children’s fairy tales. Among the rules humans hold most sacred, it is an absolute taboo. Honestly, it would be a lie to say I feel no revulsion at the thought of killing, but the current situation is different.
The power of the organization targeting me is unknown. It could be far larger than I imagine, but I refuse to believe it is small. How many people in modern society truly feel their lives are in danger? I don’t want to kill unless necessary. I’m not a psychopath, and slaughtering people indiscriminately would obviously be an unpleasant experience.
“...Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It won’t happen right away.”
That’s right. What difference would thinking about it now make? They won’t come for me immediately. As long as they don’t know my identity, they’ll have no choice but to approach us first. When that happens, even without Chae-yun’s warning, I’ll notice. I’m not an idiot; I won’t just stand there like a child sucking on candy while strangers close in.
I set the spray bottle filled with water beside the Pot and pick up my bag. After the longest weekend of my life, it is once again a weekday, and I have to go to school.
“.......”
By the way, I wanted to discuss this with Seo Hee as well, but she hasn’t answered my calls since yesterday.
“Did something happen?”
Thinking about it now, worrying about them is as pointless as worrying about celebrities. They can take care of themselves. Still, I need to tell her about this matter, so I decide to visit the convenience store where she works after class. I open the door and step outside.
After roughly finishing my lecture, I leave the classroom. I spend a quiet, ordinary stretch of time with nothing particularly special happening. Passing through the hallway that grows crowded during lunch, I spot a familiar face among the students and close the distance in an instant. I lean down to her ear and whisper.
“It’s an order. Will you follow me?”
“...Yes.”
Seo Rin, the class representative, answers quietly without even turning around. Even though fewer people remain in the school during lunch, we head to the farthest stall in the men’s restroom at the end of a hallway that sees almost no foot traffic. I have no interest in lunch right now. I simply want to relieve the boredom that has soaked into my mood. Spotting the class representative, I decide to turn her into a doll and bring her along.
“..Did you do what I ordered last week properly?”
“...Yes, as you commanded.”
As she speaks, she turns her body, presenting her hips toward me, and lifts her skirt. Unlike last time, she is still wearing underwear, though it is different from ordinary panties. The fabric fails to cover her anus entirely, leaving pale skin exposed. It is less underwear and more a scrap of cloth designed to seduce, with a small, sparkling gem embedded in her anus.
I reach out and stroke her buttocks, but she shows no reaction. Moving my hand to her anus, I grasp the base of the gem and slowly, very slowly, pull it out.
“.......”
The gem gradually reveals itself—a thick, large anal plug. Once removed, her anus gapes and twitches, the heated hole seeming almost alive as it drinks in the cool outside air.
“As ordered, I spent the weekend repeatedly expanding my anus and masturbating. However, because I have no experience with this area, I was unable to reach climax. I apologize.”
That was the order I had given her: to train her rear hole so it could be used, starting this weekend.
“It’s fine. I’ve never used this hole either, so I told you to prepare yourself.”
“I am grateful for your generous understanding.”
The class representative expresses her thanks in a completely expressionless voice while staring straight ahead, even as her spread buttocks allow a clear, sticky fluid to drip in long strands onto the floor. Even while doing something she would never show anyone in her life.
“Still, using only this hole for two days really does this to it. Interesting.”
“...........”
I slide my middle finger into her anus. Though it has loosened somewhat, it remains tighter than her front, clinging hot and sticky. Even with someone else’s finger inside her, she does not flinch, maintaining the exact posture I ordered.
“...I don’t think today’s insertion will be a problem. From now on, masturbate with this hole every day, not just on weekends.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Still, it feels good, so I’ll play with it a little longer. You have time, right?”
“Yes. Please do not concern yourself with my schedule and enjoy yourself to your heart’s content.”
It still seems too early to put my cock inside, so I order her to loosen her ass further. While she answers in her emotionless voice, I decide to enjoy the sensation inside her anus a little more.
Though narrow, her thoroughly wet insides have loosened enough to accept two fingers. I add my ring finger alongside the middle one already inside. Her anus, already tight, becomes so full it feels as though it might tear. Yet that pressure itself feels good. I thrust and withdraw my fingers repeatedly, savoring the sensation while her anus makes wet, squelching sounds. The class representative may no longer feel pleasure, but contrary to her words, her rear continues to gush sticky fluid, and the small cloth covering her front has become slightly stained with another liquid.
Her lack of reaction and her body’s reaction—those two completely different responses give me a novel kind of amusement. I gradually increase the speed of my fingers. Though slight, I begin to feel her body tremble. Fluid from her anus runs down her legs, and a small puddle has already formed beneath her feet. Pushing the speed to its limit, I suddenly yank my fingers out.
“.................”
Her legs give out and clear fluid pours from her front. Yet no change appears on the class representative’s face. While her buttocks tremble, she continues speaking as if nothing has happened.
“...Are you satisfied?”
“...It was the best.”
Now that I think about it, she might be the most entertaining toy I have ever received in my life. I push the anal plug I had removed back into her gaping anus and offer my sticky fingers to her mouth. Without a word, she begins licking them clean.
“...Ah, the best.”
“Those stupid bastards. There’s not a single one who does their job properly.”
“Calm down. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.”
In the quiet research lab, the man pacing in front of me kicks the table in anger.
“It was just loading cargo. Because of one mistake, I have to write an incident report? Huh? Answer me.”
“I’m sorry! I should have explained it more clearly.”
“...You. Do you think I’m a joke? Stop grinning like an idiot.”
“......”
.....Keeping someone’s mood in check is the hardest thing. He didn’t even check properly himself. I roughly calm the raging bald man and step out of the lab.
“Ah! I’m sorry... Senior...”
“Huh? No, it’s fine, Min-jeong. It’s not your fault.”
“Still, because of me...”
“I told you it’s fine. Go home quickly.”
Ah, my head is starting to hurt. How should I handle this? That incompetent bald guy has no ability... and dealing with it myself is too bothersome. An accident during the transport of research materials, the resulting specimen, the bald man’s temper. Interesting. Very interesting.
“...Senior? Senior?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Are you all right?”
“I said I’m fine. Go on in.”
“No, that’s not it—your nose is bleeding...”
Startled, I touch my nose and feel hot, red liquid flowing down. I pull out a handkerchief and press it to my nose.
“It happens sometimes. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be going now...”
Leaving the junior who keeps apologizing behind, I walk down the hallway. I want to get out of this building filled with unpleasant machines humming as quickly as possible.
“Ha, what a headache.”
No choice. I’ll just finish what I have to do quickly. My mood isn’t great. It’s disgusting.