## Chapter 1328 – #17 Former Duchess, Current Chief Secretary (8)
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Let me say it again, a witch is incredibly clean.
Even the holes that are generally treated as the most unclean have no dirty waste whatsoever.
Therefore, they don’t particularly require additional cleaning.
Both Blanche and Siwoo knew this.
Yet, the reason they were preparing for an enema play was simple.
They wanted to see Blanche, who always maintained such composure, embarrassed.
In truth, Siwoo and she had more of a bad relationship than a good one.
Lydia and Erelim had once tried to trade for Siwoo, and no matter how much she acted for the greater good, wasn’t she ultimately a kidnapper who tried to abduct his daughter?
So, Siwoo had completed his rationalization to generously forgive Blanche just for seeing her embarrassed once.
Still, doing the same play they had already done would be a bit boring.
Siwoo added a unique element.
“Chuuup, chuuueup…”
Blanche, clinging to Siwoo and sucking his dick as before.
Siwoo was comfortably leaning back on the sofa, enjoying her service.
The pleasure transmitted to his lower body, the voluptuous breasts playing in his grasp, were no different from before.
But there was definitely something different.
“…Chuuup… Ugh…”
Blanche’s face, which had been almost indifferent no matter what she did, was now full of bewilderment.
“You’re really good at sucking.”
“…Thank you.”
Even when Siwoo patted her head and praised her, her expression didn’t change.
A reaction that was full of a sense of being chased and embarrassment.
“It’s a shame, but another three minutes have passed. It’s time for an addition. Turn around.”
“…Yes.”
Blanche got up, staggering, with very cautious movements.
Then, she turned her back to Siwoo, who had been receiving her service, and stuck her butt out.
She was still wearing underwear, but it didn’t matter.
After all, she had volunteered to wear underwear that was very high in defense, with open front and back.
“You need to spread it wider.”
“Chairman… right now… I understand.”
Blanche grabbed her buttocks with a careful movement, as if defusing a bomb, and slightly exposed her petals.
“It’s cute how you’re twitching.”
“……”
Unlike Blanche’s wish to get it over with as soon as possible, Siwoo leisurely admired her figure before picking up the syringe.
He sucked up a mixture of water and love gel in a 9:1 ratio from a basin next to the sofa.
-Squeeeak!
“Okay, another 100mL is going in.”
“Huuuuh…”
The love gel, with a slight viscosity, disappeared into Blanche’s butt.
Even though it was called love gel, the proportion of water was much higher, so it was no different from water.
However, it was a plus point that after the water bottle play, he could immediately taste her wet, soaked back hole when he inserted.
Blanche, who had received additional hydration in a humiliating position, was very confused.
‘Why…?’
Siwoo took out the syringe to clean her butt.
The game he proposed was simple.
‘It’s no fun if we just do it, right? Duchess Erelim will suck me until I cum, and every three minutes, I’ll put 100mL of this in your back hole. Until I cum.’
Wasn’t he trying to do an enema before the act because her rear might be unclean?
Wouldn’t it be enough to just fill it with enough liquid and then discharge it?
Even when she heard the details of his game, Blanche wondered if there was a reason to adopt such a cumbersome method, but she swallowed her doubts and followed his wishes.
The current chairman was like that.
Like a curious and lustful boy in an erotic novel who has a woman he can do whatever he wants with for the first time.
If this unnecessary process was also one of his desires, she was determined to accept it willingly.
But.
Something was going wrong.
“Another three minutes have passed. It’s an addition.”
Blanche, who had been diligently sucking Siwoo’s dick, received additional hydration again.
-Squeeeeeeak
“Ugh…”
The lukewarm water, surging into her stomach.
The slightly smooth texture of the gel made it even more unpleasant.
Generally, 500mL was enough to feel sufficient pressure, but now the total amount of liquid in Blanche’s water bottle was 1,200mL.
‘It’s painful…’
Blanche, who had been enduring with patience, could no longer ignore it.
…The unclean and human desire that she didn’t even want to put into words.
“Huuuuh…”
Sweat had formed on her forehead.
Her skin was cold from the cold sweat that covered her whole body, and she occasionally felt chills around her buttocks.
She kept clutching her stomach, and her hands and feet turned white.
…She wanted to.
She wanted to discharge it.
Since she was a case of receiving a vessel immediately after conception, the strange and subtle sensation she felt for the first time soon turned into pain and anxiety, stimulating Blanche.
‘If this goes on…’
If she wasn’t careful, she might show a very big mistake and filth in front of him, regardless of her will.
Of course, she had shown enough filth.
By calling her femininity a pussy, by self-deprecatingly referring to her vestigial organ as a poop hole pussy, by showing her vulva, or by receiving ejaculation on her face.
‘I absolutely can’t do that.’
But this was different.
It wasn’t just a level of filth that Blanche Erelim didn’t want to show, but something like a dignity she couldn’t give up.
Especially in front of him, whom she respected and followed, whom she wanted to protect and lead.
Therefore, Blanche, who was sucking his dick, requested.
Surely, he didn’t propose this because he wanted to see that side of her.
“Chairman.”
“Yes?”
“I apologize for this during the play you proposed, but…”
Blanche, who had never experienced such a perplexing experience, was at a loss for words at the embarrassing request, which was also a first for her.
What should she say?
Saying it straight was also shameful.
“I… I don’t think I can… hold it in anymore…”
However, the choice of the great sage of Gehenna, Duchess Erelim, who had solved countless problems, was wise.
She decided to endure a little embarrassment rather than showing a worse sight by delaying it.
To that, Siwoo didn’t say, ‘Ah, I’m sorry. Would you like to go to the bathroom?’
Instead, he tilted his head and said.
“Yes? What is it?”
Blanche, who had spoken while enduring her shame with her head bowed, had no choice but to raise her head at his question.
And she saw it.
His dim desire to have her confess the shameful situation persistently.
What is it? Why?
The chairman should never be like this…
Is the effect of the potion that strong?
“Three minutes have passed. It’s another addition. If it’s hard to hold in, you can just cum quickly.”
“…Yes.”
“You need to spread it wider.”
Blanche, bewildered, spread her buttocks and stood there.
Her knees, with her butt sticking out behind her, were stuck together and trembling pitifully.
Her twisting waist, her tightly closed back hole twitching pitifully, and her pussy flesh fluttering in connection with it.
-Squeeeeeeak
“Uuuuuh…!”
But without any mercy, the additional water poured into her stomach.
To Blanche, that small sound sounded like a thunderclap.
When she squatted back in front of him, she was sure.
She couldn’t hold out much longer.
She had to satisfy him as quickly as possible and run to the bathroom.
“Chuuup… churuuup… chuuuuup… chuuup jjoook… jjoop…”
The former duchess, who had maintained at least some dignity even while performing the vulgar act of fellatio, was nowhere to be seen.
Blanche, clinging to his dick like a suckerfish, as if she would suck out his semen with all her might.
“Ugh… jjoop… uguguk… kuhup…!”
Even though her throat was being poked by his dick, her saliva was flowing back into her nose, making the tip of her nose tingle, her face was covered in saliva, and it was dripping down her chin, she served with all her might under the single-minded thought of ‘I have to go to the bathroom.’
‘Why… aren’t you cumming?’
She had given him such intense stimulation for over 30 minutes.
But his dick showed no sign of ejaculating, let alone moving.
At this rate, Blanche’s future was clear even without future sight.
Blanche, who could no longer hold out, mustered her courage and requested again.
“Chairman… I can’t, I can’t hold it in anymore… If this goes on, I think I’ll show you… a sight you shouldn’t see. Please, please… to the bathroom…”
“What’s a sight I shouldn’t see?”
Blanche barely managed to answer, enduring the shame that made her want to bite off her tongue.
“…………I think I’m going to… pee…”
“Ah, is that so? I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“Yes… I can’t show you an unclean sight, so… although I couldn’t keep my promise, I’ll go to the bathroom… I’ll serve you with all my heart later to make up for this.”
“I understand the situation.”
His words sounded so merciful that Blanche’s complexion, which had been burning red with shame, brightened up.
But he didn’t allow Blanche to go to the bathroom.
“Bloom.”
Instead, he precisely controlled and extracted an enormous amount of magic power.
The room was filled with a storm-like flow of magic power.
The glass windows that decorated the bedroom trembled and created a strange resonance.
The blood vessels in Siwoo’s eyes stood out, and a golden light gathered on his hand.
Shin Siwoo, who had become the king of witches, had pioneered a new realm.
This magic, which creates something from nothing by utilizing the power of distortion, was exactly that.
“Material Creation.”
Blanche was momentarily able to forget her pain and stare blankly at his hand at the awe-inspiring magical event that defied the laws of the universe.
The performance of a great magic that no witch in existence could reach.
The result was…
“You can wear this.”
It was a diaper.
However, it was an adult diaper that could be worn by Blanche, who had wide hips and a large butt even among adult women.
“If you wear this, you won’t have to be rude in front of me, right?”
“……”
Blanche could finally read the look in his eyes as he answered matter-of-factly.
He wanted Blanche to fall into an even more unsightly state.
His burning desire for conquest spoke for it.
But…
No matter how much she said she would listen to all his requests, she didn’t want to show him that side of herself.
Wearing a diaper and being rude was also an option that Blanche could never choose.
However, holding out any longer was close to impossible.
Even Blanche, a superhuman who had swallowed the grief that no human could maintain their sanity for hundreds of years, was at her physiological limit.
“I’m just kidding. I was actually going to let you go to the bathroom.”
Siwoo threw a white cloth-like object in front of Blanche, who was dumbfounded, forgetting her stomach pain.
At that point, Blanche instinctively sensed it.
Siwoo would probably never let her go to the bathroom in the general sense.
As expected, what was placed at Blanche’s feet was the clothes she had neatly folded and left before taking a shower.
“You said you were only going to wear sexy clothes during your vacation anyway, right? It’s perfect for use as a diaper pad. It’s a pad exclusively for Duchess Erelim.”
He was cruelly ordering her to either wear a diaper and be rude, or to dirty her own clothes.
Blanche, feeling the greatest agony of her life, had an earthquake in her pupils.
