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Pleasure Chest - Chapter Five | Commission: stargate1990
🕑 Added 2020-08-12 23:21:09 +0000 UTCDylan could no longer feel his testicles. He dared not look down at the throbbing, likely discolored lump between his legs, hugged tightly by the string he was unable to untie. His body scraped along the bed towards the blades, he was getting dangerously close.
Time moved on and the spinning fan towered over him, he knew there wasn’t much time left before the end. A couple of minutes maybe, maximum! He prayed aloud between pained breaths, “Dear God, please… save me… I will do anything… I’m not ready to go… Send me a sign”.
In his final few moments, Dylan looked up towards where his only salvation would likely come from - the door. “Amen”, he concluded. Like staring at a desert for an oasis, he watched the door handle and tricked himself into thinking it moved even an inch. He felt like he was going insane as his head began to spin staring into the same blank wall.
He waited and waited, but nothing ever came. Any second now… “FUCK YOU GOD, WHY ME? WHAT DID I DO? I DIDN’T WANT TO COME HERE, I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THIS” he screamed as he squirmed and thrashed wildly, adrenaline flooding through him as his final wind came. “YOU’RE A SADISTIC MOTHERFUCKER, WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE LIKE THIS?” he screamed once more to the ceiling, truly renouncing the God that he was about to meet if it existed.
Suddenly the door handle seemed to move, was it real? Dylan looked over to it and prayed, the huge, heavy door started to swing open. Thank God! “Please! Help me! I don’t have long” Dylan screamed over to the figure behind the door.
As it opened fully, their identity was revealed - it was Eun from before… She locked eyes on him right before the blades of the fan and nonchalantly made her way over. Anyone was better than nobody, Dylan figured. He shouted up once more as she got closer, “Thank you so much, you are my goddess! Please just save me!”
Eun flicked the switch on the back of the fan and it slowly stopped spinning, the distance between his testicles and it barely measurable. The constant stream of air stopped and he finally stopped moving, he lay there panting and wounded. “Thank y…” he began before being cut off as she lifted him into the air until the rope was taut.
A gut wrenching scream escaped Dylan’s lips as his already battered testicles were given a movement of relative respite before they were tugged on once more. “Don’t thank me, I’m not saving you” Eun said in her neutral tone as she lifted him and the string towards her mouth. Dylan flinched and squirmed uncomfortably as her mouth got closer and closer to his swollen balls before she bared her teeth.
“Please!” he screamed out for mercy as she opened her mouth and her teeth came towards him. With the precision of a surgeon she perfectly got the string between two incisors and tore it with ease. Instant relief. The blood flowed back into his damaged testicles, it burned like ice in his veins. He’d never felt such pleasure in comparison to the hell he had just experienced at the hands of this feminine monster. He looked up at her as she threw the string away with him in her other hand.
He ignored her previous words, she had saved him from imminent death; he kind of regretted cursing God now if it was clearly in their plan for him to live on. He could forgive her, she had at least changed her mind. “You saved me”, he said to her once more, dreamily.
“Stop!” she shouted, shaking him violently as she did, “Saying.. I... Saved.. You”. Dylan was silent, dazed from the shaking. He felt like he was going to throw up. “I’m not here to save you, I didn’t come back because I had a change of heart… Or, in fact, I did have a change of heart I suppose”, she uttered as she moved towards the door and opened it.
Eun carried the naked Dylan from the hall of private rooms and out into the open space of the main dungeon. It was as lively as before, he looked around desperately for his friends or even his sister at this point but couldn’t spot any of them anywhere. Eun continued her rant, “Men are scum, men who happen upon my private room here are the worst scum of all. They are twisted and depraved, they deserve nothing but the worst.”
Dylan shouted up to the girl who was looking forward as she walked with him in hand, “Well why did you save me?” It wasn’t his best plan ever - to question why his captress had changed her mind about sadistically murdering him. However, he didn’t really understand what was going on. At least he was alive.
“You’re actually quite lucky. For me to plan to be so close to such scum for the rest of my life is a real treat for you!” Eun pointed out, still not looking down at him as he looked up at her.
“Wow, well thank you!” Dylan shouted up to her. He continued, “I look forward to being close to you too!”
“Great!” Eun replied, smiling at him for the first time since she watched the hope fade out of his eyes after leaving him to die. “The people who design the next big thing for Pleasure Chest have let me trial a new pill they’re testing at home, you can be my test subject”, she explained.
“At home? Are you allowed to take me out of here? I thought we had to stay here!” Dylan panicked, he needed to find his friends. He needed to stay here so he could unshrink! God only knew what would happen if he were stuck in the outside world without help.
“Once you stepped into my room, you became mine. You signed away your rights when you came into Pleasure Chest and chose what you chose” Eun countered, knowing she wasn’t wrong.
“For the last time to you god forsaken, depraved, twisted bitches: I DID NOT. SIGN. UP. FOR. THIS. STUPID. SEX. CULT” Dylan screamed at the top of his voice as his angry side was untethered, his rage knowing no bounds. He knew he had made a mistake a second into catching his breath from screaming at her. He could see it in her eyes, her face remained unchanged - void of empathy and compassion.
She spoke slowly and calmly, “I’m going to enjoy having you around”. She kept his true destiny a secret for a little longer, she bit her lip at the thought of it - she loved her butt plug but it really was starting to show wear from overuse. This was the perfect opportunity. She concluded, “Now shut up and stay still, I need to hide you while I pass through reception and head home”.
Before Dylan could react she brought him around behind her and, with her spare hand, pulled her pants and panties away from her ass. He looked down at the two plump moons below him, held tight by her jeans. He clutched at her hand desperately as she released her grip in an attempt to drop him in.
She shook her hand and he remained clutched to it. Again and he remained on but his grip was slackening. He looked into the room once more as the final shake came, he saw his friends all talking across the room. He bellowed as loudly as he could but it was nothing compared to the noise and scale of the room. Dylan could only watch as his potential saviours were separated from him by cotton and denim.
Eun’s hand followed him into her ass as he fell, she slid his tiny form between her perky cheeks. Her hand sank with him until it was no longer visible in the back of her pants, most of it engulfed by her peach fuzz covered buns. Dylan was pushed to her dank, stinking depths. No light could make it through and all sounds were muffled, including the thunderous boom of her heart beat and harrowing gurgles of her bowels.
With her future buttplug in place, she removed her hand from her pants and pulled her jeans up until they covered her ass completely. She could feel Dylan’s body pressed directly against her asshole, her cheeks kneading his body into it as she began to walk.
She passed through reception with ease before making her way to the car. As she opened the door and climbed in, she sat down in the hard seat with a thump and sighed. It was dark outside, she had been in the Pleasure Chest for near six hours. A frequent flyer.
Dylan was compressed on all sides by her squished glutes and the chair below. They all pressed him powerfully into the only direction he could go - towards her sphincter. It flexed in and out on his body, tempted to suck him into its grasp. It was almost hungry for him. Or at least Eun was hungry to have him inside of it.
The smell of her ass was intoxicatingly vile from this close, even in spite of it being quite clean. Feeling like he was doomed either way, he moved his face closer to it and opened his mouth. He gagged and retched as her noxious odours floated into his mouth before he bit down on her sensitive flesh.
As Eun drove home, she felt a sharp nick on her ass and furrowed her brow in confusion. “What was that?” she asked as she looked down at her ass as she drove. She lifted one cheek off the seat to see if the irritation would go away when she suddenly realised what it was. Laughing at his tiny, futile attempts - she relaxed her sphincter.
Suddenly the monstrous, discoloured starfish flared open in front of Dylan and blasted his entire body with its moist, eggy contents. The vile sulphuric gas flooded into his eyes, nose and mouth. It burned into his skin as it continued nonstop for what felt like forever. Eventually the blast calmed down but the smell didn’t fade in the tiny, squished area between her cheeks.
Eun laughed as the irritation went away, along with the pressure she’d been feeling against her asshole. Sniffing up at her odour, she coughed and covered her nose with one hand. “Ergh, that’s disgusting!” she said aloud, feeling her slave’s squirms of desperation in her gas ridden panties.
The rest of the drive home was mostly uneventful. Eun hummed along to the music like anyone else would, driving past pedestrians who would never know what she was capable of; or who she had writhing against her asshole.
She pulled up to her house and wasted no time heading inside. With Dylan still between her cheeks she headed upstairs, moving up them two at a time. The stretch of each extended movement allowed her cheeks to grind him even more, causing his body to contort painfully against her hot asshole.
Heaving herself to the top of the stairs she swiftly moved across the carpeted floor into her bedroom and shut its door behind her. Crossing the cluttered room, Eun reached up to her curtains and pulled them closed.
She allowed herself to fall backwards, landing heavily on her soft bed by the window. Her slave’s squirming had stopped once her ass had slammed into the bed, although his presence against her asshole was still obvious - he wasn’t THAT small. Unbuttoning her jeans, she allowed her body to fall back until she was laying down. As she lay there, she lifted her ass from the mattress and, in one motion, pulled her jeans and panties off her ass and down her legs.
Sitting up, she pulled the bunches of clothing off of her feet and threw them in a slump among the rest of her discarded clothing from countless days gone by. She could still feel her slave deep enough between her cheeks, he had not gone with her panties, nor was he able to squirm free from her vice-like grip.
Standing up, Eun pulled her top off over her head and then unclipped her bra; allowing it to fall to the floor from atop her shoulders. The only thing that remained was the beautifully athletic and pert body of the sadistic, man-hating egomaniac who had sealed his fate and permanently enslaved him, after having already almost killed him.
Dylan still couldn’t see anything - he had felt the pressure differences between her sitting and standing, he had felt the blood in his body rushing to one side as she effortlessly moved her monstrously large (in comparison) body and dragged him with it. The pressure lessened slightly as he felt her standing up from the bed, seemingly without her pants on. It was the least squished in her ass he had felt so something was definitely happening!
Eun made her way around the bed and to her dresser. As she pulled the drawer open with one hand and fumbled through it, she got ahead of herself with the other - cupping and gently caressing her right breast. Barely audible moans escaped her lips as she dug through the drawer of brightly coloured toys, each with its own sheen like it had been used and discarded.
Finding what she was looking for, she plucked out a vial and a dropper, and placed them on the top of the drawer. She dug into the drawer deeper, dragging the sticky toys out of the way to finally pluck out a dull-coloured, worse for wear, purple butt plug. Taking the shape of your traditional plug but much larger with a bulbous and seemingly impossible to fit body, she was very experienced.
Eun placed it on the dresser beside the vial and dropper. Reaching behind her, she slid her hand between her soft cheeks. Dylan slipped slightly and clutched to the miniscule hairs on her ass for his life, worried he was about to fall to his death, as her cheeks parted. She continued deeper until her long, black nails met his sore and almost soiled body and tore him from the stinking pit.
Pulling him out, she placed her slave onto the dresser in front of her. Dylan looked back at Eun in all her glory, she was still gorgeous. He looked back at her neutral, emotionless expression and wondered how such an evil being could be in such a body. He called out to her, as her colossal hand came crashing past him to pick up the vial and dropper, “Hey! Please let m… Wha… What are you doing?!”
Eun ignored the tiny man’s screams as she unscrewed the lid on the vial and inserted the dropper into him. She carefully inserted the glass dropper and squeezed the end of it. She watched a few drops of the clear liquid fill its chamber as she decompressed the bulb at the top. Dylan continued, “Hey!” but she paid him no mind. He thought hard about their past conversations, “What was it? Pleasure Chest gave her something… What did she call me? Slave? Guinea pig?... Test subject!” The penny hadn’t dropped, he had no idea what that actually meant for him, but it was falling fast.
It all happened so quickly. In a flash, Eun’s hand was above him and pinching the bulb of the dropper. Dylan could only watch as the clear liquid came crashing down onto his tiny body and soaked him through, he spat and coughed as it went in his mouth and other orifices. He tasted it immediately, it was almost like isopropyl but weaker. “Ergh... “ he shouted up to her between coughs, “What is this?” He looked at the liquid dripping off of his naked body.
Suddenly he felt like he was going limp, his arms and legs got weaker. The skin on his face felt like it was sagging and his ears seemed to droop. He called out to Eun, his voice slower and quieter than before, “Hey… What’s going on?” Eun just looked back, watching, her face twitched as if she were holding in a smile but if that were the case then she had regained her composure.
Dylan fell to his knees as basic functions became hard for him, his mind stayed clear and in complete focus, all of his senses remained intact as the strange liquid had its effect on him. He looked up at Eun’s dark features and noticed her beautiful, hazel eyes for the first time as his body melted into a tan coloured putty on top of the dresser.
Eun looked back at him and smiled, she muttered to herself, “Great, okay he’s putty. Now I…” She trailed off as she looked away from the putty in front of her, it’s human features barely distinguishable amongst the mass. She looked at the vial and read the label on the side of it, her mutters barely audible, “Step 2… Yep, done, done… Putty, yep… Apply… Ten minutes… Okay, got it”.
Eun took a step forward until her titanic body loomed over Dylan dizzyingly, like a skyscraper, his vision seemingly coming from across the entire front side of him. Her breasts bounced lightly with each slight movement. She really was gorgeous, at least he had that going for him. He was strangely calm right now, perhaps an effect from whatever had soaked into his body. He knew the dread would likely soon kick in, he prayed the young lady had something merciful in store for him.
She placed her hands, palms up, beside Dylan’s gelatinous form and slid them together. He felt his immobile body lift as her hands slipped under into a bowl shape and cupped him like she might a slightly more solid jellyfish. Dylan felt himself being lifted off the ground as Eun’s hands touched him on all sides. He could feel her touch across his body, he could smell her natural scent everywhere and he could taste her hands beneath him.
Eun moved her hands only slightly to the right before they began to part. Dylan could feel his body beginning to slip through the gap in her hands when suddenly he hit something. As Eun continued to separate her hands, more of Dylan’s body fell down onto the protrusion beneath him with more weight.
His body fell and stretched over the unknown object until Eun had finally released his body entirely. He could taste the tiniest essence of strawberry and… And… He feared his own thoughts as he struggled to come to terms with the other noticeable taste of whatever he lay perched upon - stale human faeces. He could see most of the room except the floor, Eun being the centrepiece of his vision as she looked down at him.
She raised her huge hands into the air and Dylan could only watch as they grew in size, coming closer and closer. Suddenly, they were upon him and he felt Eun press down onto him firmly. He would’ve screamed if he could’ve spoken as he felt her stretching his body over the item he hadn’t yet seen. If only he had been less focused on his giant, naked captress.
He felt his entire consciousness seemingly being squished and stretched over the strangely shaped object, so far it had felt to him like a half sphere, maybe a little like an egg. His egg theory was confirmed as Eun’s hands started cupping inwards towards the base as if she were moulding pottery.
She continued running her soft hands over him, being more gentle now as she flattened him down to the object. He could feel his strange sense of calm fading, in spite of him still being clueless as to what was going on. That liquid had definitely been keeping him calm, and it was starting to wear off. He desperately tried to move, only seeming to be able to rapidly look around.
She finished off her work at the base of the item, flattening the edges and making them all equal. She took time to really work the edges into the silicone, Dylan could feel his consciousness merging with it. In fact, he could feel his entire stretched out, almost-liquid body seeping into the silicone beneath him. It felt as though their particles were bonding with his.
Eun stepped back and admired her handiwork. “Perfect! Like new!” she said, smiling to herself as she plucked her toy up from on top of the dresser. She opened the drawer she had found it in and tossed it inside. Her favourite old, tattered butt plug out, her newly refurbished, favourite butt plug back in. Dylan could only watch the world whizz by as she threw him, only everything moved too fast for him to make out his surroundings. He bounced along the drawer she threw him in, clattering into the other items. Slamming the drawer shut without a second thought, she left him in total darkness.
The smell in his confines was similar to how he now tasted, only more salty and damp. He couldn’t make out anything in the darkness and he certainly couldn’t move. He lay there, helpless and waiting for Eun to come back. Fear and panic set in, he had long ago given up moving so his mind raced for any source of salvation. His friends were long gone, his family was long gone, he was long gone. Without a trace. Was he going to be like this forever? What even was he? Egg shaped… Egg shaped…
Eun looked at the clock, it was half ten at night. She nodded to herself as she understood what ten minutes meant and left the room to attend other things.
Ten minutes passed and Eun came back in, having brushed her teeth and generally prepared herself for bed. She looked up at the clock and saw that fifteen minutes had passed, perfect! She walked around the bed and perched herself upon the edge by her dresser. Lifting each foot up to her opposite knee, she took both of her socks off finally.
Dylan had heard Eun’s door shut, the noise obvious in comparison to the deafening silence within her drawer. Suddenly, it slid open and Dylan felt his body slide with the rest of the items towards the back. Eun reached in and plucked him out, holding his body up to glance at it. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing back, she was usually stoic but this was a new level. She looked at him as if his consciousness were not there, only an item of hers.
Eun threw Dylan down onto the bed and he bounced along its soft surface. She went back into the drawer and plucked out a small bottle before carrying it with her onto the bed. She lifted the blankets slightly and climbed into the gap before lifting them and sliding under. Dylan and the bottle tumbled as the blanket beneath them moved, Eun worming her way beneath it. She reached behind her and stacked two pillows for support. Lifting her knees, Dylan slid along the blanket once more even further away - and now he couldn’t even see Eun.
She slid her left hand between her legs and wormed her way into her already wet vagina. Her fingers slid in and out easily as she got into a rhythm, moans beginning to escape from her lips. This had been long awaited. She loved the feeling of her favourite butt plug, and this occasion was going to be especially sweet. Cutting to the chase, she began to sink the odd finger into her asshole and it opened up easily.
Her moans quickened and raised in volume, to the point that Dylan could hear them beyond the blanket. He could only see minor movements in the blanket as she was mostly hidden by her knees lifting it, however he had a good idea of what she was doing. She continued on just moaning and knocking her blanket cover slightly as she masturbated. Dylan could only wait until she wanted to give him attention and even then he expected her to not even acknowledge he was alive.
All he could see was the shape of her knees in the blanket, the ceiling and the bottle beside him. He struggled to read the label, “Dermatologically safe… lubricant”. The penny dropped with the force of a thousand pennies, crashing through the metaphorical floor and ripping apart reality as Dylan had known it.
He sobbed internally as the blanket moved and finally Eun revealed herself. She reached over to him and grabbed the bottle beside him, dragging his body towards her with it. With the bottle still in her right hand, she gripped Dylan by the base that she hadn’t moulded him over and passed him to her wet, left hand. He felt as if he were floating in front of this monumental giantess as he couldn’t feel her touch.
With her right hand, she lifted the bottle of lubricant above him and squirted it onto his hardened, silicone-feeling body. Similar to how she had moulded him to the butt plug, she moved her hands over his body and worked the lubricant generously onto the entirety of her butt plug.
Once she was satisfied, she moved it slowly down between her legs; being sure to trail it along her vagina as she did. Dylan could taste the salt in her viscous feminine fluids as his body was forced between her folds before continuing on down to her stinking rosebud. She held him there at the entrance and teased herself with her toy. Allowing only the very tip of the butt plug to touch just the minute hairs on her ass, jolts of pleasure rippled through her body at the anticipation.
She moved him in deeper, her ass accepting only the tip. The smell had been bad, as soon as contact was made he tasted it. Shit. Even on her clean ass, he could taste the remnants from shits past. It was ingrained into her skin down here and he was only going to suffer the same fate, worse even!
Eun pulled her toy away from her asshole before pushing it slightly further this time. She repeated this process, her ass accepting more and more of Dylan as she went. He could smell, see and taste everything as he unwillingly got the perfect, near 360 degree view experience of this girl inserting him into her wretched rectum. He wanted to die, death was better than a night of this. He thought back to when he had been dragged towards that fan, he wished it had killed him. He rationalised, she wouldn’t keep him like this? She’s testing something, just tonight surely! He was going to go through hell, he had no choice, but at least live to be human tomorrow.
Eun’s stubborn sphincter finally gave up as she pushed her toy firmly into it. The moist, darkened skin of her asshole moved over the widest part and quickly made work of the thinner half. Dylan could only compare what had happened to a stinking, dark curtain coming over his vision as her asshole engulfed him. He took a final glimpse of the blanket and bottle between her legs as her sphincter moved over the rest of him, leaving only the original base.
Eun moaned out in pleasure as it all happened so fast. She felt her insides bulging at the massive intrusion, her butt plug caressing every ridge of her rectum intensely. She was in love. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moved even slightly, feeling it shift in her ass. She could feel a hard climax approaching as her body tensed up.
Contrastingly, Dylan was in hell as the girl’s rectum pressed down on him from all angles. He could feel the ridges of her rectum digging into him as he desperately tried to move, to find that he still could not. He could smell the noxious, sulphuric gases building up inside of her as she plugged up their only exit. His entire body seemed to be able to taste every tiny shred of excrement housed in this vile pit.
Eun fingered herself furiously, allowing her body to slump until she was almost completely lying on her back. She felt the mattress beneath her pushing lightly at the base of her dildo, forcing it even just slightly deeper and sending tingles of euphoria up her spine. She pushed her ass back down into the bed constantly, working the butt plug around her insides.
Her muscles tightened up further and she felt her extremities beginning to tingle and curl as she neared her orgasm. She rattled her fingers across her clitorus and reached beneath her to push the butt plug into her ass until the base threatened to enter also. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm ricocheted through her petite, feminine body - truly rocking her. Her putrid rectal walls pressed down agonisingly hard onto Dylan, covering him in their vile juices until it felt like the smell and taste would never be washed out. At least it wouldn’t be long, he thought.
Eun’s breathing slowed as she calmed down, still very much enjoying the feeling of her butt plug inside of her. She couldn’t believe how powerful her orgasm had been, her favourite butt plug had served her well - the refurbishment had been a success. She spared not a single thought for the tiny man it had cost, nor did she even consider or care that he was privy to such an intimate act. It didn’t cross her mind, he had never existed as far as she was concerned.
At the moment Dylan had expected to be pulled out, nothing happened. He waited and waited, feeling Eun only move slightly. It had to be soon, right? He continued to wait, unable to even comprehend time inside of this hell.
Eun sank deeper into her bed in her tired state of euphoria. What a long day, ending in her usual and favourite way. She pulled her blanket over her shoulders and nuzzled her pillow, content. Her eyes shut and she quickly fell into a deep sleep, leaving her toy to stew overnight.
Eun could feel the pressure in her bowels when she woke. She needed to take her toy out as soon as possible. Pulling the blankets off of her, she climbed out of bed and rubbed her tired eyes. Yawning, she pulled the drawer on her dresser open before leaning across her bed and retrieving the bottle that was still on it. She lifted the lube and threw it into the drawer, her core movements a little stiff from the large intrusion.
Lifting one leg onto the bed, her cheeks spread open to reveal the base of the butt plug she had left in through the night. “Oooh” she said in an exhale as she tugged at it, feeling her asshole stretch uncomfortably as she pulled the huge object. She was soon half way and, like the plug had entered, it passed the remainder of her sphincter with ease. Eun sighed deeply with satisfaction as the plug left her ass with a wet schluck.
She brought it around in front of her and inspected the tan object from an arms length. She never looked too closely at her butt plugs, they were for inside her ass so it wasn’t like she’d learn anything. The tan butt plug reflected the light of the room slightly as it glistened from her anal juices, it seemingly darker in colour from baking inside of her vile asshole over night.
If Dylan hadn’t looked human before, he definitely didn’t look human now as his entire skin colour had been permanently made shades darker. He could taste, smell and see the film of shit juice that glistened across his entire body. He couldn’t wait until she cleaned him, it was going to be bliss. Freedom? Even better.
Eun made her way out of her bedroom to clean her favourite butt plug when she stopped suddenly at the door. She spoke aloud to herself, “Wait. What am I wasting my time for? It’s only going back in my ass! Am I really going to wash this every morning?” The words sank into Dylan’s entire being, he wanted to scream or cry as the girl moved back across the room with him in hand as if he were nothing but an object.
She moved back over to her dresser, with a drawer still open, and peered into it. She kind of felt bad for her other butt plugs, there was no way she was downsizing or using anything other than her favourite now. It was like she needed it, she bit her lip. Eun shook her head free of her lustful thoughts, those were for later.
Ready to start her day, Eun threw her butt plug into her drawer and slammed it shut. Dylan could hear the other drawers opening as Eun got the clothes for today’s outfit.
He’d go on to only see the world for a brief moment in the morning before she tossed him back in the drawer, and in the evenings when he was subject to the worst torture imaginable. Often his life would be painfully boring as she attended to her own elsewhere, other times he’d be an unwilling listener to her constant, dominant sexual encounters of both genders. The one consistent thing in his life was that the drawer would slide open each night, his goddess would always be there and she’d always glare at only him before grabbing his filthy body.
Every night that he lay in that girl’s rectum, he thought back on his past decisions with waves of regret. He cursed the day he had gone into Pleasure Chest, he cursed his friends, he cursed his sister, he cursed almost everything and everyone. He cursed the moment he had stumbled into that private room and bumped into Eun. God was nowhere to be found down here with her shit. He didn’t curse God though, in spite of his lack of faith, he didn’t want to take the chance after last time.
