71. Pruning (8)
71. Pruning (8)
"Spread them."
"...Kkeut...!"
If you were to ask what this situation was about,
I could probably explain that it was the time Bloodius had come to thoroughly humiliate me.
If Lilith had the preference of forcing me to orgasm and making me drink orc semen against my will to get excited,
Bloodius had the preference of making me experience shame and embarrassment, enjoying my reactions like blushing or being unable to make eye contact.
So as Bloodius had declared previously, he summoned me here to humiliate me,
and right now, I was hearing his command to spread my pussy open with my own hands in front of him.
"It seems your education is still lacking. Irene."
"Yes~❤️"
When Bloodius called Irene, she immediately wrapped her arms around me from behind.
The problem was, she hugged me so tightly that I couldn't even move my arms.
But it didn't take long to realize that this was Irene's role.
*Licklick, slurp.*
"Hiiik?!"
Irene suddenly started licking and biting my ear.
And taking advantage of that moment, Bloodius immediately reached out his hand.
*Squishsquishsquish!*
"Hahk?! Ahk! Hheuut!"
With the sudden start of Bloodius's fingering, my body, which seemed completely unprepared, was forcibly heated up.
But Bloodius didn't seem to be doing it for enjoyment from the start—it seemed purely for punishment—as he just made me come.
*Pshwoot!*
"Hehek, hehek! N-nooo...!"
Lilith's sensitivity modification, filled with her personal intentions, was meaningful.
Because with fingering that started without any foreplay, my pussy sprayed fluid and I came in less than a minute.
My mind became hazy from the orgasm that arrived too quickly and the emotions shaking up and down like a roller coaster.
"Tsk, I'm pretty sure I ordered you to tell me when you're about to come."
"J-just a— Nghhk?!"
*Squishsquishsquishsquish!*
"Nghhaak?! Haak, haak! Hehek? I-I'm comiing, I-I'm coming agaaain...!"
Even though I had already come once, I had to receive the punishment of a second forced orgasm for failing to obey his command.
And that with just Bloodius's fingers.
*Dripdripdrip.*
Unlike the future where it seemed I would collapse to the floor as my legs lost strength, all that flowed down was the love juice on my thighs.
Thanks to Irene supporting me from behind, I could stand—
*Chuvoop....*
"Hheuut...?"
Actually, Irene supporting me wasn't for my sake, but for Bloodius's.
To me, who had achieved the shameful condition of two consecutive orgasms in just three minutes, Bloodius inserted something strange deep inside my pussy.
At a glance, it was just a small ball.
"Now it goes in smoothly."
So the command to spread my pussy earlier was also to insert that thing.
As Bloodius pushed it deep inside, something very small but round was clearly making its presence known deep inside my vagina.
It couldn't be anything weird, right?
As I wondered about the identity of that round thing with such thoughts, Irene explained.
"...Rotter?"
It was a word I was hearing for the first time.
"Yes, it's an item with that name."
Irene tried to explain more after that, but
"It's an order. Live without ever taking it out unless I command it."
".........Understood."
Bloodius cut off Irene's words in the middle.
I was kicked out of the room in a daze without even knowing the identity of the sphere inside my vagina.
"...Hmm."
Something feels uneasy.
But I had no choice.
*...Understood, Master.*
After Irene's voice came from inside the study,
*Click.*
"You waited, right? Shall we go then?"
I followed Irene's guidance to do the work I had as a maid of the mansion.
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"It's window cleaning. Just tap-tap~ like this with the duster and it's done. Easy, right?"
"Yes..."
I tapped the window with a long stick with countless cloth strips attached at the end.
Although it was my first time, I could do it familiarly because I had often seen the palace maids doing it in the imperial palace.
Remembering the maids' appearances, I stretched my arm out with all my strength.
To dust the areas unreachable by hand.
The moment I stretched my arm like that—
*Bbrrrrrr!*
"Kyaak?!"
The small sphere deep inside my vagina suddenly vibrated.
In the sudden situation, I looked at Irene, but she was just cleaning the window without any interest in me.
Did Irene not notice even though I screamed?
Or was she already aware and just not paying attention?
"Oh my, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ah, no reason..."
At Irene's too calm and peaceful response, I unconsciously made an excuse.
But the thing called Rotter was still vibrating in real time.
"Now, next is time to wipe the window?"
Irene instructed me on the next task as if she knew nothing.
Maybe because of that, I couldn't bring myself to tell the truth.
There's no way I could say—The Rotter forcibly inserted this morning is vibrating intensely in my pussy right now.
Every time I raise my hand and bend my waist, the vibration keeps hitting my uterus and G-spot, making me feel like I'm going to come—
"Ughk, ye-yes..."
In the end, I started doing the task Irene gave me while enduring the vibrations.
*Bbrrrrrr.*
"...Hahk."
But the vibrations still didn't stop.
Moreover, since my body's sensitivity had been modified, my body quickly became sensitive.
And above all, the open feeling of the mansion hallway—though not exactly outdoors—with maids busily passing by made me shrink back unconsciously.
But even so, the vibrations didn't stop.
My whole body became extremely sensitive and tense to the point where I could feel every flow of air.
How much time passed like that?
Someone tapped my shoulder.
*Tap tap.*
"Jaina-nim?"
"...Hit?!"
It was Irene.
But even though it was just a tap on the shoulder, my whole body trembled.
Irene looked at me like that with concern.
"Are you feeling unwell by any chance?"
"Ah, no, ngh. No..."
Once again, I ended up making an excuse for some reason.
It's not true.
I'm not okay.
With even the slightest stimulation, my whole body tingled, and I became conscious of even Irene's touch.
"Then shall we go clean the next window?"
Irene guided me to the next location.
But the problem was,
*Bbrrrrr.*
"Hht."
With every step,
*Bbrrrrr!*
"...Hheup!"
The Rotter vibrating inside my vagina gradually pushed upward,
*Bbrrr, gguuk.*
"...Oohk...❤️"
The moment it directly touched my uterus, I could no longer walk.
As Irene, who looked at me strangely for suddenly stopping, touched my body at the same time I was about to come—
*Dduk.*
"...Ah?"
Even though Irene's hand touched my infinitely sensitive body and I should have come obscenely,
right before orgasm, the Rotter's vibration cut off as if lying.
"Jaina-nim, if you're not feeling well, shall we rest...?"
"...No, I'm fine."
But why do I keep making excuses saying I'm fine?
The person who told me the name of this vibrating ball was Irene, and the person who held my arms so the Rotter would go in properly was also Irene.
She must know about the thing violently vibrating inside me and tormenting me right now.
But for some reason, the moment Irene asked if I was okay, I forgot everything and made excuses saying I was fine.
But Irene put the cleaning tools in my hand until the end.
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The Rotter's torment didn't stop.
When my sensitive body calmed down somewhat, it would vibrate at my G-spot again and torment me.
But the real problem was that it always stopped like a ghost right before I came.
As if—
'...That's right, as if watching me in real time...'
It's probably correct.
Because this mansion is where only Bloodius and his maids live.
Which means, ultimately, the one turning this Rotter's vibration on and off since earlier was Bloodius.
Then of course he must be watching me through some means.
Thinking that Bloodius was watching me from somewhere made my spine tingle for no reason.
I didn't want to admit it, but honestly, if this continues, I felt like I would be consumed by my own sexual desires.
Well, that's understandable—
*Gguuk...*
"...Hheut."
Because every time my crotch touched slightly sharp corners while working, an indescribable subtle pleasure would rush over me.
It's not like I just learned about sexual pleasure as a woman, so why on earth am I like this?
Self-loathing rushed over me, but it was only very slight, and the moment I saw the desk corner, that self-loathing also disappeared immediately.
"...Hmm."
'...Maybe I won't be noticed just a little?'
It was the first time that the resolution I made when I first became a woman—to never fall into depravity—was being broken layer by layer by my own will.
...Of course, by now such resolutions had become unimportant to me, with my body sensitized by sexual desire.
And Bloodius, who was watching such me, was making a displeasing smile in his study.