Chapter 1329 – ##17_Former Duke, Current Chief Secretary (9)
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1.
Why?
Why, in the world?
Amidst physical pain, dizzying confusion, and unspeakable humiliation, Blanche muttered in a daze.
Could it be that he became like this because he took the mystic medicine, he who was always diligent and sincere?
Her thoughts didn’t go deep.
The immediate problem narrowed even the vision of the wise Blanche.
Before the dazed Blanche, Siwoo brought out a new rule.
“I let you go to the bathroom before I did, so you should at least do this much.”
“Chairman… this is my clothes, not a toilet… the toilet is over there…”
A sense of crisis that it might leak or spill out at any moment.
A faint hope that maybe he would change his mind.
A rejection of the humiliating appearance she absolutely didn’t want to show.
All these tangled together, making her head spin every time she tried to say a word.
“Then how about a diaper instead?”
“……”
“Well, I guess that’s impossible. For Duke Erelim, the first Duke of Gehenna, to relieve herself while wearing a diaper. That’s impossible.”
In fact, what difference would it make whether she did it in a diaper or on her clothes?
The shame that far exceeded her limit was cracking Blanche’s judgment.
Only the determination to ‘follow his instructions’ was repeating in her head like an error-ridden code.
“I… understand…”
In the end, what Blanche chose was to squat on her clothes and empty the water bottle, just like when she sucked his dick.
Carefully holding her lower abdomen, Blanche moved clumsily, half-crawling, and squatted down like a dog in a ‘wait’ position, holding her breath.
But as she re-captured the current situation with her swaying vision, she felt a force in her rear that she thought she couldn’t bear any longer.
‘What am I… trying to do right now…?’
It wasn’t just about uttering obscene words or doing vulgar acts.
She was about to show a humiliating scene that a woman should never show, in front of the little chairman she respected, cherished, and wanted to care for more than anyone else.
And not in a toilet, but on her clothes.
“Just report to me as usual and you’ll feel better. Got it?”
“Ugh… ugh… yes…”
And finally, she reached it.
“Chairman… I want to… go…”
“What did you say?”
“Please… let me… go…”
The pale face of Duke Erelim, sweating profusely like tears, her eyes actually welling up.
Her face, so red it seemed to pierce through the paleness, satisfied Siwoo’s desire for conquest.
That Blanche Erelim!
The final boss who once felt like an insurmountable wall!
The impudent chief secretary who even on the bed tried to manipulate Siwoo to her liking!
Now, she was whimpering like a dog that needed to pee, begging Siwoo for mercy.
Squatting on her clothes, begging and pleading for mercy.
If she were human, even Siwoo would think, ‘Oh, that’s a bit much,’ but wasn’t the opponent Duke Erelim, the great sage and former witch?
She probably wouldn’t even know what a toilet looks like.
“You want to go?”
“…Yes, please… have mercy…”
Siwoo deliberately squatted down right in front of her.
As if to make sure he didn’t miss her most humiliating moment.
“I’ll allow it.”
“…Thank you…”
But even after the permission was given, nothing flowed from Blanche’s rear.
She wanted to expel what was inside and feel relieved, but she didn’t want to show her filth in front of him, who was looking at her with such curious eyes.
She had to endure. She couldn’t endure. But she still had to endure.
As she desperately repeated those words, that was when.
-Trickle
Blanche’s patience, who was even holding her breath, her already red face turning as if it would burst, reached its limit.
“Ah, no…!”
-Trickle, trickle, trickle
“No… Chairman… I don’t want to… don’t look… if you see… ah…!”
Like a dam collapsing in a historic flood, once the discharge began, it was instantaneous.
Every time Blanche’s rear twitched, a clear, transparent, lukewarm, and smooth liquid miserably stained her neatly folded clothes.
No matter how much she tried to stop it, it wouldn’t stop now.
“Stop… stop… no…”
The sensations and emotions Blanche felt were a series of paradoxes.
A sense of relief and comfort, a refreshing pleasure she had never felt before, a moment of liberation from all the pain that had tormented her.
At the same time, the shame of showing this humiliating appearance to none other than Shin Siwoo.
The mortification and self-loathing that stabbed her like they would destroy her brain.
-Trickle…
“……”
After the long fountain show, the clear and pure sound of water stopped.
Now, only slightly viscous droplets were falling from her round buttocks.
The clothes that Blanche used as a diaper were now a gel-covered mess that she never wanted to wear again.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Blanche, breathing heavily, felt self-loathing wash over her body.
She couldn’t lift her head.
It wasn’t because she was resentful.
In a way, all of this was ultimately caused by Blanche taking the mystic medicine, and even if it wasn’t, she followed him too much to hate him.
It was just that the heart of a woman who had shown her most embarrassing side couldn’t bear to look at his face.
At that moment.
“Stay still.”
-Swish, swish
“Ch, Chairman?”
Blanche felt the texture of fabric digging under her buttocks.
Somehow, he was personally wiping Blanche’s gel-covered buttocks with a towel.
Siwoo wasn’t a devil either.
He was planning to comfort her appropriately after enjoying such a good show.
“It’s, it’s dirty…! I can do it myself…!”
“Stay still. It’s okay. You’re a witch, what’s so dirty about it? By the way, Duke Erelim, you look so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Even after seeing that filthy sight, he was treating Blanche without any hesitation.
That fact came as a small relief amidst the misfortune.
At the same time, she realized.
That with this, the initiative had completely passed over.
“Chairman, do you… enjoy seeing me… embarrassed?”
“It feels like I’m educating you, and it’s good. So much so that I want to educate you a little more. Now, it’s all neatly cleaned up. Would it be okay if I educate Duke Erelim during the vacation? It might be a little rough.”
At the command disguised as a question, Blanche hesitated before nodding slightly.
She couldn’t possibly have a long conversation with him right now.
2.
The water bottle play continued with various variations.
The rules were simple.
“If you want to relieve yourself, get my permission and do it in front of me.”
“…Again…?”
“Any complaints?”
“…No.”
First, the first one.
The secretary-under-the-desk play that a sexy secretary like Erelim should do.
Siwoo moved to the office next door and carried out the work she had brought.
Blanche, injected with a lot of gel-mixed water into a water bottle, squatted under the desk and performed fellatio.
“Chairman…”
“Just hold on a little longer.”
“I’ve been holding it in for 30 minutes…”
“Well, that’s good.”
No matter how much she had agreed to accept his demands, there was no way she would get used to such an act in just one go.
-Trickle
“Ugh… haah…”
This time, Blanche sat on a toilet seat for the first time in her life (since it wasn’t a pension for witches, there was a toilet) and emptied the water bottle after getting permission from Siwoo while he watched.
Second.
The exposed walk play to strengthen her rear sphincter.
“Chairman… this is my limit…”
“Duke Erelim, now that I see it, isn’t your rear a little loose?”
“…Loose…?”
“You seem to be having a hard time holding it in. If your sphincter was tight, you’d be able to hold it in well, but you can’t hold it in at all.”
Blanche’s face was once again stained with shame at the sudden outburst of harsh words.
“I’m… sorry.”
“It’s okay. This is definitely part of the training. Then, shall we aim to hold it in as long as possible this time?”
With her stomach full of water, she took a walk around the villa naked.
Of course, since it was a private villa on an island where privacy was perfectly protected, no one would see her, but Blanche was constantly stroking her elbows, feeling uneasy.
“Ch, Chairman…”
“Hmm? Already?”
“…No. It’s just, if you could walk a little faster…”
“We still have 30 more minutes to go.”
The way she bit her lip with an anxious expression, trying hard to hold it in, was extremely alluring.
But for her, who was at her limit in 30 minutes, it was too much to walk around the entire villa, which included the beach and the promenade.
That was because Siwoo was admiring her appearance and walking at a very leisurely pace.
“Ah… ah…!”
-Trickle, trickle…
Our Duke Erelim, who had relieved herself while standing, without permission, with her face flushed and covered with her hands.
She belatedly tried to cover her buttocks with her hands, but there was no way it would be covered.
Siwoo kindly cleaned up after her again, but she couldn’t say a word and walked like a sinner with her head bowed all the way back to the bedroom, her neck flushed red.
Even in this seemingly meaningless process, Siwoo had an aim.
Three of them, in fact.
As Siwoo felt it, she had been instinctively trying to control Siwoo until now.
Although she said and acted as if she was serving Siwoo entirely, he felt that she was secretly harboring dark intentions.
Of course, he had no intention of letting that happen.
If the series of plays were to satisfy his private desires by seeing Blanche’s embarrassed appearance, the other was for her change.
‘It’s strange…’
As intended, Blanche was feeling a change.
She was paying a lot of attention to a place she hadn’t been conscious of before, and the pleasure of being liberated from that pain.
Those stimuli that had only felt like pain were stimulating Blanche intensely.
The voyeuristic masochism of being completely watched by him in a scene that she couldn’t show to anyone else.
The relief she could only reach after receiving his permission was tickling her body.
Not just at that level, but as intensely as she had never felt before in her life.
Siwoo, whom she had only thought of as a little chairman, was taking over everything, even what Blanche hadn’t intended to offer.
Back in the bedroom, Blanche, who had been silent with shame, barely opened her mouth.
“I’m sorry… I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t.”
Blanche, who had naturally lost all initiative at some point, apologized as if she was watching his mood.
“Come here and spread your legs.”
“Yes?”
“Spread your legs and show me, like before.”
Blanche cautiously approached him at his vulgar command, which she still couldn’t get used to.
And then, she realized two things.
-Squish
“Wow, it’s a flood. At this rate, the Maldives will sink.”
“…Ugh.”
She was wet.
There was definitely no foreplay.
She was receiving treatment she had never received in her life, forced into humiliating poses that were no different from verbal abuse, sexual harassment, and torture, and there was only perverted and deviant control.
But Blanche’s garden was as soaked as it had never been in her life.
“……”
Just as her body had changed, so had her mindset.
She was embarrassed.
She had clearly vowed to give him everything.
Just four hours ago, when she had spread her vulva like this, she had been able to overcome it with her loyalty to him and the sense of privilege that she was the only one who could satisfy his desires…
Now, all of that was coming to her as a dizzying shame.
That’s right.
This was the third effect that Siwoo was aiming for.
The pride that had been anesthetized under the guise of loyalty, the self-defense mechanism that had been preserved by the idea that ‘Blanche herself is the one who controls the chairman’s desires.’
The pride that had been firmly established for a thousand years, receiving praise and reverence, was finally beginning to crack due to Siwoo’s shock therapy.
Without any excuses, Blanche had become a female in front of a male in the truest sense.
‘The chairman… is not… cute…’
The king of beasts does not eat a prepared meal.
Therefore, a lion trapped in a zoo cannot be called the king of beasts.
The true king of beasts is not one who eats food thrown by others, but one who hunts directly.
Shin Siwoo, the great witch bomber who had opened his eyes due to Blanche’s tricks, wanted to conquer Duke Erelim, not Chief Secretary Blanche.
