Stuck in the Wall and Emotionless Sex: A Dual Application (2)
I was a virgin back on Earth, but I had a deep knowledge of the shady side of things. Or maybe it was precisely because I was a virgin that I dove so deep into it. Either way, the important part was that my head was packed with an absurd amount of sexual knowledge. I’d looked up the meaning of every single one of Hitomi’s tags at least once. There were plenty of times I screamed and covered my eyes, but that’s beside the point.
Thanks to that background, I immediately knew what situation to reference for this Friday’s sexual relief duty. First, let’s reconfirm the conditions and goal.
I can’t use hypnosis, but I still want to provide sexual relief for the students. However, experiencing that overwhelming pleasure with a clear mind is terrifying, so I want to do it while completely numbing my body’s sensations. The two tags that immediately came to mind were these:
The first was female:emotionless_sex. In plain terms, it meant unresponsive sex—basically, sexual anesthesia. The person penetrating writhes in ecstasy while the woman maintains a mechanical, icy expression and simply waits for it to end. In many cases, she’s casually scrolling on her phone the whole time. There are three main routes for this scenario: the femdom route where she stays coldly indifferent, the training route where the frigid woman gets broken in, and the corrupted common sense or erotic-worldview route where it’s simply common knowledge that any woman should offer her pussy whenever asked.
The second tag that popped into my head was female:stuck_in_wall. In Japanese it’s written as Wall butt and read as kabe-shiri. In Korea the terms “wall ass,” the direct Japanese loanword “kabe-shiri,” and the Korean reading of the characters “byeok-go-mul” all get mixed together in confusing ways. The core appeal of this scenario is the depravity of reducing a woman to nothing but a sex toy. To emphasize that sense of violation, many works only expose the lower half—ass and pussy—while the rest remains hidden.
So, between these two tags, which one was better suited for the current situation?
Honestly, both felt awkward. In emotionless_sex, the femdom route was out, and the training route was also impossible since I’d erased all sensation. That left only the corrupted common sense route, but could I really pull that off with pure acting? I wasn’t confident.
What about the second tag? Could I generate the unique depravity of stuck_in_wall while feeling zero pleasure myself? That seemed slightly more doable, but it was obvious the sense of violation would be weaker than usual.
So I decided to gamble a little. I would combine both.
The core concept would still be the depravity of using a woman as a living sex sleeve, but by having my upper body carry on with everyday life behind a thin curtain, I could also evoke the feeling of an erotic common-sense world. I had no idea if it would work.
Well, even if it fails, it’s only for today. And if it really goes wrong, Miel is here too, so somehow it’ll work out.
In the first place, no one would blame me if I just took the day off in this situation. I’d prepared as best I could; no one would criticize me for that.
Still…
I thought it would be nice if everyone could cum properly and leave satisfied, since I’d gone to all this trouble.
I lay face-down on the bed and opened the textbook. It was a book—more like a workbook—teaching how to read the characters of this world. The curtain wasn’t that wide. If someone walked around to the side of the bed, they’d immediately see me studying comfortably. Exactly as I’d intended.
Behind the curtain, my lower half was a public pussy anyone could use. An installed living onahole. But my upper half was simply a student quietly studying—perfectly fitting for an academy classroom. With this gap, wouldn’t it create the erotic-world feeling needed for emotionless_sex while also synergizing with the unique depravity of stuck_in_wall?
It should work. If it didn’t… well, nothing I could do about that. I was a diligent person, not a perfectionist.
“…Haa.”
I suddenly let out a sigh.
A prostitute, huh.
The concept I’d been using under hypnosis until just yesterday… but honestly, I’d been a prostitute ever since I accepted Principal Parin’s proposal. In the end, I was eating and sleeping in exchange for letting them use my pussy.
I’ve really become a whore.
It wasn’t like I’d had any grand dreams. The companies I’d aimed for during my job search had been chosen purely based on salary and benefits. But still… a prostitute.
Just as my mood was about to sink into gloom, Eladriel walked in. It was a coincidence, but perfect timing. I shook off my darkening thoughts and focused on my hearing.
The sound of the door opening. A pause, as if in shock. Footsteps approaching. Then the sound of someone swallowing hard, followed by a slight shake of my body—probably because she’d pushed against me.
She must have touched me just now.
I currently had no sensation below my arms. But if someone touched my lower half, my body would inevitably move, and that movement could be felt in the parts that still had sensation. As for who had touched me—
“Is that you, Riel?”
“Eh? How did you know?”
It was indeed the high elf’s voice—feminine, soft, and high-pitched. She sounded a little flustered, as if she hadn’t expected me to guess correctly.
“Um… your footsteps and breathing?”
“To figure it out from just that…”
Eladriel swallowed, clearly moved.
“As expected, Winter, you also—”
“Yeah. I think I can tell you nineteen girls apart, plus Principal Parin and Miel.”
“…”
“Riel?”
“It’s nothing.”
I tilted my head alone. For some reason, Riel’s voice had grown cold.
“Anyway, just do it like this. I really can’t feel anything in my lower half right now, so don’t worry about me and enjoy yourself.”
“…You truly can’t feel anything at all?”
“Nope. Ah, you did something just now, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
It felt strange to converse without seeing each other’s faces.
“If you touch or move down there, I can feel my upper body being pushed, but I don’t feel anything in that part itself.”
“I see…?”
There was a wet sound. A squelch… a lewd, sticky noise.
Did she already put it in?
Or maybe she was just fingering me. I wasn’t going to ask which.
Suddenly I thought, This kind of thing really requires an enormous amount of trust.
It was comfortable precisely because I knew these people and knew they would never harm me. But if I were truly stuck in a wall like in some of those works, and strangers on the other side were touching me? It would be terrifying beyond belief. I wouldn’t even be able to guess what they might do.
Even while thinking that, I remained calm.
Right. The presentation.
Eladriel seemed to have already forgotten about conversation due to her lust, so I deliberately rustled the pages of my book loudly. I genuinely planned to study. I had felt the urgent need to learn these characters just yesterday.
This is ‘k’… this is ‘s’… this one that sticks out to the side is ‘j’…
From behind the curtain, Riel’s voice gradually grew more excited.
“Ah…♡ No matter how many times I look, it’s so lewd…”
…This feels strangely weird. I wonder what state my pussy is in right now?
There were wet, fleshy sounds—slap, squelch—as skin met soaked flesh. It seemed my pussy was thoroughly wet. Even without sensation, my body was reacting properly? That was a relief. I’d prepared several bottles of lubricant just in case, but natural was still best.
Then Eladriel’s breathing suddenly turned ragged.
“Ugh… hnn… ha, haa…♡”
She must have put it in. At the same time, I felt a slight pressure making it harder to breathe.
Is it pressing on my organs? Seriously, everyone really does have huge cocks…
Suddenly my original male organ from Earth flashed through my mind. It hadn’t been small, but it had been perfectly average. Not small, but average. I said it twice because it was important.
Then Riel’s cock came to mind. Even with mental self-esteem adjustments, Riel’s was far larger. Not only that, while my cock back when I was male had only been stroked by hand, Riel’s had been taken into every one of my holes. In fact, those memories had far higher sensory resolution. They were vivid. How could I forget?
I’d had my pussy pounded while every erogenous zone was struck at once. I’d had my ass filled so completely that my guts churned and triggered bowel reflexes. I’d lovingly serviced it with my mouth and had my throat used like a second pussy.
“…Gulp.”
I unconsciously swallowed, then panicked.
N-no. What the hell am I thinking?
Right now, there was physically no reason for me to be aroused. That was exactly why I’d set the boundary at below the shoulders—so my nipples or breasts wouldn’t be rubbed and create any sexual stimulation.
But put another way, if I did get aroused, it would mean the cause was purely mental. Physiological excuses were fundamentally impossible.
I-I’m fine.
I repeated to myself, I’m not turned on right now. My throat is just a little dry. Yeah. That’s it.
Even as I told myself that, my body continued rocking back and forth. The position—upper body resting on the bed, knees on the floor—was stable, but having my pussy used inevitably caused movement. And I could tell through sound alone that Eladriel was using my body to obtain pleasure.
“Ha♡ Ah… ngh♡ Haa…!”
The high elf’s moans sounded as if she were desperately holding back pleasure, enduring it. It was a random thought, but Eladriel was beautiful. Of course, every student in the academy was beautiful. The criteria for being chosen as victims of the curse apparently included exceptional beauty—something even those working to cure it had pointed out.
But high elves were already outstandingly beautiful among all races, and Eladriel was praised as a once-in-a-millennium beauty even among high elves. She possessed a face that lovely, and her voice was beautiful too. Yet that exquisite voice was now producing such vulgar moans.
“Haa… ugh, hn, ah… my pussy, ha…♡ Ngh…! Mmmph…!”
She writhed in pleasure, panted in pleasure, melted in pleasure. That beautiful voice lost all composure because of lust.
“…Gulp.”
Listening to Eladriel’s lovely tone, I swallowed again.
Is it… really that good?
In a place my prone eyes couldn’t see, my nipples had stiffened hard. Was it because my body rocking back and forth kept brushing them against the bedsheet? Or was it from arousal? Both?