Chapter 29 - Baby Poop Helper
Chapter 29 - Baby Poop Helper
"Ah, I'm stuffed."
Yang Taegum devoured the entire delivered meal in one go, patted his full belly with satisfaction, and downed a glass of ice water in a single gulp.
"Whew~. I feel alive again."
Having spent the entire morning vigorously pounding Hana's lewd asshole and unloading inside her, his stamina had taken quite a hit. But now that he'd eaten, his energy seemed to have recovered somewhat.
His dick, already stirring back to life, twitched impatiently as he glanced at the computer screen.
"She's awake?"
On the screen, Hana clutched her stomach with a grimace, crawling off the bed and making her way toward the toilet.
The semen he'd pumped into her while she was unconscious sloshed heavily inside her, clearly causing intense abdominal pain.
"Hmm..."
Hana, seemingly too weak to walk properly, gave up on using her legs and instead dropped to all fours, crawling forward like an animal.
Wait—no, since one hand was still clutching her stomach, was it three limbs?
Yang Taegum chuckled as he watched the screen.
The moment Hana regained consciousness, she was hit with unbearable stomach pain.
When she pressed a hand against her belly, she realized—
It was swollen as if she were pregnant.
Having witnessed firsthand how this happened before passing out, Hana cursed Yang Taegum internally as she turned her gaze toward the toilet.
At least the area around it had been cleaned—spotless, in fact.
She tried to stand and make her way over, but the pain sapped her strength, and she collapsed.
"Kkhh—!"
Gurgle—
Left with no choice, she began crawling on all fours.
Shame flooded her at the thought of behaving like an animal, but relieving her aching stomach took priority.
Shuffle, shuffle—
After what felt like an eternity, she finally reached the toilet.
Using it as support, she pushed herself up with trembling arms and finally managed to sit down.
"...Huh?"
But she couldn't release anything.
Because her asshole was plugged shut.
Only then did she realize something was lodged inside her. Biting her lip, she let out a frustrated moan.
'That bastard...! What the hell does he think I am?!'
The thought that he wouldn't even let her take a piss in peace fueled her rage.
She reached back, gripping the handle of the anal plug protruding from her ass.
She tried to pull it out—
"Nghh...♥?!"
But the moment she applied even the slightest force, a wave of pleasure slammed into her skull, freezing her in place.
She tried again, but the sensation climbing up from her asshole made it impossible.
"Khh..."
Realizing just how thoroughly her ass had been conditioned, a pang of sorrow hit her. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Her once-normal hole now responded to the slightest touch with obscene pleasure—a hole that should've been for waste, reborn as nothing more than a second sex organ under his hands.
And now, subjected to daily sexual torment through it, the humiliation was unbearable.
She wasn't usually this emotional, but lately, the stress had been wearing her down.
"Huh?"
Meanwhile, Yang Taegum had been enjoying the show with a grin—until he noticed her crying.
Why the hell is she crying now? What's there to be sad about? Is she upset she can't take a semen-dump?
He wanted her to enjoy the pleasure, not break down like this. Normally, he wouldn't care, but somewhere along the line, he'd started seeing her as his. And that stirred something protective in him.
He hurried downstairs to the Pleasure Room.
Clunk— Creak—
Unlocking the door, he stepped inside just as Hana wiped her tears away.
"!"
Not wanting him to see her cry, she turned her head, forcing her emotions down.
He approached carefully, deciding not to mention her tears outright.
"You're awake? You scared me, passing out like that. Haha."
Playing dumb, he crouched down to her eye level as she sat on the toilet.
'Must be the plug.'
That was the only explanation.
He spoke gently to her sniffling form.
"Oh right, I forgot to take the plug out. Let me get that for you."
"?!"
As he reached between her legs, she frantically grabbed his wrist and shook her head.
"I'll do it...! Get out!"
"Huh?"
Her face flushed red like a ripe apple as she snapped at him to leave.
But having just seen her cry, he couldn't bring himself to walk away.
Confused, he asked,
"You can't pull it out by yourself, can you?"
"Just gooo—!!"
Gurgle—
Mid-sentence, another wave of stomach pain hit, forcing her to hunch over while still gripping his wrist.
Seeing this, Yang Taegum decided speed was key. Without another word, he slipped his other hand between her legs and yanked the plug out in one swift motion.
Pop—!
"Hyah...♥?!"
The sudden rush of cool air into her gaping hole made her shudder.
Then, the overwhelming urge to release hit her like a truck. Her eyes flew wide as she screamed at him.
"Turn around and cover your ears!!"
"Huh?"
"I said turn around and cover your fucking ears...!! Nghh...♥!!"
Like we haven't already fucked raw—what's the big deal now?
But the sight of her glaring at him with teary eyes was oddly adorable. Smirking, he obliged, turning his back and pretending to cover his ears.
Finally free to let go, Hana released the floodgates.
Squelch— Blorp— Splurt—
"Nghhh...♥!!"
The defecation climax hit hard. She clenched her eyes shut, bearing down with all her might.
Her mind went blank as the pleasure peaked—
"Haaa...♥"
—before she finally sagged, exhaling a long, sweet sigh.
Her face was flushed, her expression slack with lingering ecstasy.
Of course, the surveillance camera above the toilet captured everything. And since he hadn't actually covered his ears, the obscene sounds from her asshole had his dick twitching back to life.
"All done?"
Playing dumb, he turned back around. Hana, regaining her composure, sighed.
"You're really... Ugh, whatever."
Knowing arguing was pointless, she leaned back against the toilet seat, legs weak from the ordeal.
Yang Taegum dropped his pants, presenting his erection.
"Mind giving me a quick hand?"
"...You're like a dog in heat, you know that?"
She glared, but he just grinned.
"Is it my fault your body's so tempting?"
Flick—
"Eek♥?!"
He tapped the vibrator attached to her nipple, making her jolt at the sudden sting.
Only now did she notice the device—since it hadn't been vibrating earlier, she'd missed it entirely.
"...What is this?"
"That? Uh... just a vibrator."
Actually, a nipple-sensitivity rotor designed to turn your tits into fucktoys, but—
"Don't even think about taking it off. If you do... I'll pound your asshole until it's raw and gaping. Understood?"
"Ngh..."
The image of her asshole stretched beyond repair flickered in her mind—strangely tempting.
But she shook her head violently, dispelling the thought, and pouted.
"You'll fuck me like an animal either way."
"Oh? Can you read minds now?"
"Hmph."
She turned her head away, too cute for words.
Unable to resist, he scooped her up in a princess carry.
"Eek?!"
"Let me escort you back to bed."
"...Do whatever."
She looped her arms around his neck without meeting his eyes, her cheeks still pink.
Gently laying her against the pillows, he sat beside her and turned on the TV.
The massive 80-inch screen flickered to life, tuned to a romance movie.
"Let's watch something. A romance film okay?"
"...Do what you want."
She rolled onto her side, burying her face in the pillow.
She wasn't in the mood for movies—or facing him right now.
"Ah, can't have that."
"What?"
He rolled her back toward him, grabbed her wrist, and guided her hand to his cock.
"Stroke me while we watch. My dick's still pissed—shouldn't you make it happy?"
"God... sigh..."
Resigned, she began pumping his thick length with one hand while he groped her plump breasts with the other.
Squelch, squelch—
"Ah...♥"
She shot him a glare but said nothing.
Though she did notice her nipples felt oddly more sensitive than before.
But for now, she focused on the task at hand.