Chapter 79 Tenkouin Reika and Samidare Satsuki ⑩
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
When I finally drifted back to consciousness, I found my hands bound behind my back once more.
How long had I been out? My skin was still slick and tacky, coated in a layer of that drying, milky-white fluid. It couldn’t have been long.
”Yo. You finally awake?” Sasaki asked.
Sasaki was hovering over me, peering down into my face with a cold curiosity.
”To subject me… to such… indignities… I will never… ever forgive you for this…” Tenkouin wheezed.
It seemed Tenkouin Reika-sanⁿ had regained her senses as well. Despite being in the exact same pathetic state as me, she managed to fix Sasaki with a piercing, aristocratic glare.
”Listen to you,” Sasaki scoffed. “You were writhing in total ecstasy just a minute ago. You’re nothing but a closet masochist. A total M-bitchⁿ.”
”Wh—?! Haa, haa… How dare you… say something so… so insolent…” Tenkouin replied.
”The fact that you’re getting off on my insults just proves my point, you pervert,” Sasaki said.
Sasaki let out an exasperated sigh.
In truth, the look on Tenkouin Reika-san’s face was one of rapture rather than rage. Her body was still spasming, twitching with a rhythmic afterglow. She might not have realized it herself, but to any observer, she was the very picture of a depraved masochist.
”By the way,” Sasaki said, his tone shifting. “Aren’t you two getting hungry?”
Now that he mentioned it, I realized I had no idea when my last meal was. I had been so preoccupied with the horrors of this place that my appetite had vanished, but now, the void in my stomach made itself known.
My guts let out a traitorous growl. I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks. How humiliating…
”Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed about a little stomach growl. Whatever. Honoka, are we ready?” Sasaki asked.
”Yes, Master,” Narumi Honoka replied.
I hadn’t even noticed Narumi Honoka-san standing by his side. She was dressed in a sleeveless maid outfit, but it was a mockery of the uniform-her breasts were practically spilling out the sides, and the hem of her short skirt revealed she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Did she have no shame at all?
But my attention was quickly seized by the items in her hands: a bucket and two massive, oversized syringes.
She set the bucket on the floor, and they each took a syringe. There were no needles; instead, the cylinders were filled with a translucent, bluish substance.
”W-what is that? What do you intend to do with those…?” Tenkouin asked.
”This? It’s exactly what it looks like. Just a syringe. And the stuff inside… well, it’s basically jelly. Perfectly edible,” Sasaki said.
Sasaki answered Tenkouin Reika-san’s trembling question with a shrug. He dipped a finger in, scooped some up, and popped it into his mouth.
”Mmm… not bad. You want a taste, Honoka?” Sasaki asked.
”Yes! Don’t mind if I do,” Honoka replied, before taking a bite.
He fed her from his finger just as he had done for himself. Honoka-san lapped at his skin like a dog, her tongue swirling around his finger with wet, slurping noises.
It was… well, it was undeniably erotic.
”Mmm… Oh, it’s true! It’s actually quite sweet. But… are you really going to use it for that? Seems like a bit of a waste, doesn’t it?” Honoka asked.
”For… that?” Samidare Satsuki muttered.
A cold dread began to settle in my gut. My intuition was screaming that something terrible was about to happen.
”You guys said you were hungry, right? Well, I’m going to feed you. The only thing is… you’ll be eating through your back doors. Kuhahahahaha!” Sasaki laughed.
Oh god! I knew it. I’d seen those needleless syringes in the dark corners of the internet-used for enemas in the most depraved fantasies. I just never imagined I’d be the one on the receiving end.
”No! Please, stop!” Samidare cried.
”Stay away! You… you monster! You pervert!” Tenkouin shouted.
”Kuhahahaha! Don’t be so modest. Honoka, you take Reika. I’ll handle Satsuki,” Sasaki ordered.
”Yes, Master!” Honoka replied.
Sasaki and Narumi Honoka closed in on us, syringes at the ready. We were so physically broken from the previous hours of abuse that we couldn’t even struggle. They flipped us onto our stomachs with ease, forcing our hips high into the air.
My p**sy and my anus were laid bare before them. The humiliation of having Sasaki stare so intently at my most private parts made me want to dissolve into tears.
”Stop it, please… I’m begging you! Do anything else, just not this!” Samidare sobbed.
”A-ah… Narumi-san! I command you to stop this instant!” Tenkouin screamed.
””Request denied,”” the two of them replied in unison.
Our pleas fell on deaf ears.
They thrust the tips of the syringes into our anuses with a wet squelch and began to slowly depress the plungers, forcing the cold jelly inside.
”H-ah… aaah… mmm… ngh… stop… please… I’m… begging… you-u… desuwa…” Tenkouin moaned.
”Ah, g-gh… it hurts… I feel so sick…” Samidare gasped.
Tenkouin Reika-san’s latent masochism was in full bloom; her face was a mask of melting pleasure. But for me, there was only a nauseating sense of fullness. I couldn’t comprehend how anyone could find an enema enjoyable.
Finally, the syringes were empty. They pulled them out with a wet, hollow pop. I felt a moment of relief, thinking it was over-but it was short-lived.
”Oh, don’t worry. There are plenty of refills in the bucket,” Sasaki said.
”Don’t be shy! Drink it all down!” Honoka added.
They dipped the syringes back into the blue jelly and drew more up.
”No more! Please, I’m full! I can’t take any more!” Samidare pleaded.
”Kuhah! Don’t be so ungrateful,” Sasaki said.
Over and over, Sasaki and Narumi Honoka pumped the jelly into us.
By the time the bucket was empty, our abdomens were distended and hard, bulging outward as if we were months pregnant. It felt like I was going to explode, but before a single drop could leak out, they hammered anal plugs into us, sealing everything inside. The pressure was agonizing. My insides were churning and gurgling in protest.
”Now then… for the main course,” Sasaki said.
There was more?
Sasaki and Narumi Honoka began to shift our bodies. They arranged us in a “sixty-nineⁿ” position-my head at Tenkouin Reika-san’s crotch, and hers at mine. We lay there on the floor, tangled together in a shameful heap.
Then, Sasaki produced a length of transparent tubing with a series of strange attachments. On one end was a harness; on the other, the tube split into two distinct parts. One looked like a suction-cup funnel, and the other was tipped with a bulbous node, much like the anal plugs currently buried inside us.
Before I could even process what it was, they began to fit the devices onto us. The harness was strapped to our heads. I felt a hard, O-shaped ring forced into my mouth, propping my jaws wide open. It was a gag I’d only seen in the most extreme bondage gear.
I couldn’t close my mouth. I couldn’t move my jaw. And then—
With a wet thud, they yanked the anal plugs out only to immediately replace them with the tube’s bulbous tips, shoving them deep into our rectums. The funnel-shaped ends were pressed over our vulvas, sticking fast like leeches. We were effectively hard-wired to one another.
…Wait. Oh god, wait. Surely they aren’t…
”You two are going to have a nice, messy meal. Just let it all out and feed each other,” Sasaki commanded.
My worst fears were confirmed. Even if it was just “jelly,” he was forcing us to eat each other’s waste!
I thrashed my head, trying to dislodge the harness, but it was locked tight. There was no escape.
”We’re not so rude as to watch you while you eat. We’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your meal,” Sasaki said.
With that, Sasaki and Narumi Honoka turned and strolled out of the room.
I heard Honoka-san whining for a reward, her voice thick with lust, but I couldn’t focus on them.
My stomach was in an uproar. A violent, unstoppable urge to void my bowels surged through me. I couldn’t hold it back much longer.
But then, a dark thought flickered in my mind. Does it even matter? The stuff inside me is just food, technically. And I am starving.
But… to eat what another person excretes…
The memories of everything Tenkouin Reika-san and the others had done to me came rushing back. She was the reason I was here. She was the one who bullied me, who dragged me into her circle, who looked down on me.
Yes. This was all her fault. She brought this on herself. Once that realization took hold, the last of my restraint vanished.
If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it spectacularly.
At that exact moment—
A thick, wet eruption came from Reika-san. A torrent of waste came screaming through the tube, straight into my open mouth!
”!? Ogoff! Reifaaaa—! Goboh! Goboboh!” I choked.
It was just the jelly, but the sensation of her voiding her bowels directly into my throat was unmistakable.
The only saving grace was that it didn’t taste foul. In fact, it was cloyingly sweet.
But I was starting to drown. I couldn’t breathe through the deluge. To survive, I had no choice—I had to swallow.
And as I did, my own body reached its breaking point.
I unleashed a churning, liquid blast right back into Reika-san. But unlike me, she didn’t seem to be struggling.
”Oboh?! Goboh! Oh… sho… good… Satsuki-shan… goku, goku… hoh-hoh, hoh-hooh… more… please… hoh-hooh…” Reika mumbled through the gag.
She was drinking it down without a second’s hesitation. Her speech was garbled, but I could tell—she was begging for more.
Watching Tenkouin Reika-san enthusiastically feast on my waste… I realized she was a pervert of the highest order. A total, bottomless masochist.
Maybe the reason she bullied Sasaki and me was because she was desperate to be broken like this herself.
Well, I didn’t care. If she wanted more, I’d give her exactly what she asked for.
Using Reika-san—the girl who had tormented me—as my personal toilet… it felt unexpectedly, terrifyingly good.
Even if she was doing the exact same thing to me.
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I have no idea how much time has passed. Sasaki still hasn’t returned.
Was it an hour? Or just a few minutes? Surely it hasn’t been a full day.
In this featureless room, time had lost all meaning. I didn’t even know if it was day or night outside.
The only reason I hadn’t lost my mind yet was the dim light and the fact that I wasn’t alone. Reika-san was still there, our bodies still linked.
But a new, far more biological problem had arisen.
My stomach was cramping.
Not the fake fullness of the jelly, but a real, agonizing pressure. I had to go. Both of them.
The last time, it had been “food.” Near the end, it had even taken on a slightly bitter flavor.
But this time… there was no jelly left. This was going to be real. Pure, unadulterated waste.
In the heat of the moment earlier, I’d convinced myself it was fine to use Reika-san like this. But to actually shower her in filth and urine? The shame was almost more than I could bear.
But I couldn’t hold it. My body was screaming for release. It wasn’t healthy to resist, and besides…
She’d probably enjoy it.
That’s right. It’s embarrassing, but I shouldn’t hold back. She was the one who started this, after all.
It’s okay, isn’t it? You want this, don’t you, Reika-san?!
I’m doing it! I’m really doing it!
Nothing but Reika-san is to blame!
The dam of my pride finally shattered, and I let it all out.
A heavy, wet explosion of urine and feces surged out of me in a single, shameful torrent. The filth traveled down the tube and flooded into Reika-san’s mouth.
”Oguh!? Oboooyeeeeeh! Hoheh, un, hi… ubooyeeeeeeh! Oeh, obue, ebuu-ueeeeeeh… fafuhifanho, un… hi… mogu, ngu, goku…” Reika retched.
She seemed to recoil at first, gagging as the real waste hit her tongue…
But then, she started eating.
She was actually eating my shit. She was chewing it, swallowing it, savoring it!
It was beyond disgusting. I never imagined she would actually go that far.
But in my disgust, I had forgotten one thing: I was in the exact same position she was.
As if in retaliation, Reika-san voided her own bowels with a liquid squelch.
A thick, brown slurry surged through the tube and filled my mouth. The taste and the pungent stench of her excrement instantly overwhelmed my senses.
”Ubuoh!? Goboh! Gobuh! Ugooyeeeeeh!” I cried out.
The volume was incredible. I couldn’t breathe. I was going to suffocate.
I didn’t want to die—and I certainly didn’t want to die like this, drowning in filth!
But there was only one way to keep from suffocating. I had to do the unthinkable.
I had to eat Reika-san’s waste.
I finally understood why she had eaten mine. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was survival.
I steeled my resolve, closed my eyes, and… I swallowed Tenkouin Reika-san’s shit.
I felt like my soul was leaving my body. This wasn’t something a human being should ever do.
As I sat there, consuming her filth while forcing her to eat mine, I felt a wave of pure, unadulterated hatred and contempt for Reika-san—and for the person I had become.
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Summary:
Satsuki and Reika are subjected to extreme enemas using a ‘jelly’ substance before being locked into a mutual feeding apparatus. As the jelly is excreted and consumed, the situation shifts to real waste. Both girls reach a breaking point where they must consume the other’s excrement to avoid suffocation.
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Trivia:
- The initial substance was edible blue jelly, not actual feces.
- Reika’s internal reaction is one of hidden masochistic joy.
- Satsuki uses the act as a form of vengeful justice for past bullying.
- The final shift involves real biological waste after the jelly is gone.
- The apparatus includes both oral gags and anal/v**inal connections
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Character Insight:
Satsuki experiences a dark transformation, shifting from a victim to an active participant who uses degradation as revenge. Reika’s high-class ojou-sama persona is completely dismantled, revealing a deep, depraved desire for the very treatment she receives.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author explicitly notes that they do not have a scat fetish despite the vivid detail of the chapter.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sasaki – The protagonist. Height 168 to 171 cm, weight 57 to 59 kg. He has a baby face, but he hides his eyes with his bangs. He was bullied by the Sugita gang just because his name sounded like a girl’s name.
• Reika – Wealthy half-foreign heiress with drill blonde hair and blue eyes, flat-chested. Leader of the bullying group.
• Honoka – A member of the relief team with healing magic. Despite her cute, short, ‘transistor glamour’ appearance, she is cold-hearted and mocks Sasaki, now a bound slave to him.
• Narumi – Narumi Honoka. A member of the relief team with healing magic. Despite her cute, short, ‘transistor glamour’ appearance, she is cold-hearted and mocks Sasaki. Black hair, black eyes.
• Satsuki – Large chest (noted as ‘milk woman’ or ‘cow’ by Reika), indoor type, former bullying victim turned perpetrator.
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