Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou Chapter 12

On the way back home after the training in the warehouse finished, I entered into the pharmacy that incidentally caught my eyes.

The store’s appearance in itself looks worn out, but the store is neatly organized and has a pharmacy’s flow like a drugstore.

Indeed, I have resorted to relying on the power of medicine.

It is humiliating, it is nothing but humiliation. But that means it can’t be left alone either. Somehow I have reached this situation before Ogasawara Makoto fell into pleasure h.e.l.l.

Walking the path between the shelves where medicine is lined up, I went to the counter.

A middle age man in a white robe, which is the pharmacy’s uniform, stood at the counter.

“Welcome! You look very pale? Are you slightly ill?”

The bald middle aged man greeted me with a friendly grin, and when he clasps his forehead at ease with his palm, he looked at me slightly concerned.

No, I can’t properly grasp him well enough since he’s a fine line with how he stares, but in any case he the old man seems like a good person.

“How bad is your condition? Because I’ll issues medicine that is in accord to the use if you say, so don’t delay speaking.”

To the warm tone that included a tenderness, I almost instinctively ran away.

I don’t need the likes of comfort. Since I didn’t lose. Everything is alright. I have nothing to feel ashamed.

But why is it? When he speaks his gentle words, I feel like it is being said that you completely lost, and unable to endure I want to run away.

Idiot, am I saying that I have accepted it? That it is my own defeat.

Don’t mess with me, I didn’t lose.

“Gu…..u”

“A, Are you alright!?”

The old man that looked at me holding my stomach and nearly collapsed on the spot, jumped out from the counter surprised and caught my arm then supporting it.

I didn’t lose. Everything is alright. But as it is, it is also true that in my condition it will be difficult to directly continue the training.

Putting all my strength into my legs to stand firm on both feet, I tightly grasp my stomach with my right hand and gritted my teeth. And then I glared at the fine line grandfather that stared at me anxiously while grasping my arm.

“Stomach medicine……please give me the strongest possible stomachic medicine.”

“Your stomach hurts? Student-sans now of days are a disaster.”

With the old man face’s worried more to my words, he leads me to a chair near the counter, lets me sit down on it and went to the product shelf.

I really have been forced to rely on the strength of stomach medicine.

———

The park bench illuminated in the dark by the outdoor lights.

When I lowered my waist on the bench, I open the box of stomach medicine that I bought at the drugstore and the plastic bottle mineral water that I got from the old man. And then I took the powder in my mouth and washed it down by water.

The bitterness that spread in the mouth soaked into my stomach through the throat.

At the stomach that ached to the extent of breaking out a cold sweat, I held my abdomen with bold hands and waited patiently.

If the pharmacy’s old man prescription is true, the medicine will appear to fully work after five minutes, but it has been recommended if it isn’t relieved to see a doctor at the Hospital.

“Kuu……I am really agonized by this stomach ache……”

The inner canthus of my eyes are hot by the pain in my stomach and the patheticness, but desperately bore my feels and waited for the medicine to work.(1)

Presently I am mentally as well as physically weak. Then applied to the stomach pain, I am even more depressed.

It is alright, I can stand up again if I can relieve this stomach pain.

I am not defeated. Rather she had suffered defeat. But, but until the end she…….

And yet she had came to suggest such a stupid thing.

———

The fake milking machine that was attached to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the a.n.a.l stick inserted in her a.n.u.s retracted in one go, made her bend back greatly on all fours and looked up at the ceiling, opening her mouth slovenly.

The b.u.t.tock convulsing intensely shows the pleasure quant.i.ties vividly.

By having operated the fake milking machine the motor started the suction.

Joined with the low motor sound, the suction contained resounding moist sounds.

When the teat is breathed in in by the suction mouth, the tube is blocked off and suction isn’t possible. It isn’t a problem since it continues to suck the nipple, but then there is a little pleasure.

The true worth of the breast pump is the fine hairs.

The micro hairs vibrating by the motor prevents the nipple from being sucked into the suction mouth. In addition it makes a gap between the suction mouth and the hair, also becoming possible to draw out lotion.

In that regard the lotion that comes out around the nipples continues to be soaked up, and the micro hair wrapping the nipples vibrates and stimulates freely.

Moreover the suction strength changes in a fixed rhythm, performing strong or weak suction alternately.

Herewith letting the hair vibrations stimulate the nipple leniency and severity as well as irregularly, the b.r.e.a.s.t.s that’s wrapped in the container are in a state entirely like being held and wholly rubbed. This irregular movement produces an intolerable pleasure.

Because it was bought by mail order, I was in fact skeptical towards the structure and performance, but it seems to be a “hit”.

The a.n.a.l stick was pulled out, and as if it’s even saying it wants it back in soon, the hole wiggles and twitches.

While the b.r.e.a.s.t.s and nipples are stimulated, both her hands attached to the bed continues shaking and the b.u.t.tock fearfully convulsions……

Then an overwhelming uneasiness.

I do not hear the voice that I should be hearing. If I see her state it is clear at glance. No more than once, having the a.n.a.l stick pulled out just once, she’d certainly arrived at a climax. It would also be big with having the b.r.e.a.s.t.s and teats stimulated at the same time.

It makes the whole body twitch, arch upwards, and an appearance of her opening her mouth slovenly while looking up to the ceiling.

Before now she has never felt a fierce climax. There is no doubt that such pleasure to that degree is attacking her. However, this woman, does not leak out one gasp.

She is enduring it. This woman is for some reason fighting against the surging pleasure. Why? Why is there a need to fight it?

Due to training so far, it should have induced her to devote herself to pleasure. In addition by letting her m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e, it has also succeeded in making her greedy for desire.

But even so why does she resist? No, it can’t be said that she’s completely against from having a climax. Then what on earth is this woman fighting against?

“Mo―”

However the uneasiness was also transient, she leaked a voice from her open mouth sluggishly.

Mo―. The followed words following after that are orderly. She wants to become more comfortable. She wants to say so.

It was my imagination. Yes, a large pleasant feeling might not even give a voice.  It was my imagination. This person has already fallen into an abyss of despair. She can no longer get out of this pleasure h.e.l.l.

I grab her b.u.t.tock with my left hand when I re-grip the a.n.a.l stick’s handle strongly with my right, pus.h.i.+ng the tip into the a.n.u.s.  As a result, the a.s.s that’s already convulsing violently jumped.

Perfect skill and insight are necessary from here on out.

Ogasawara Makoto consecutively climaxing was completely a prisoner of pleasure. But it is useless to overdo. While giving some interval, I continue giving pleasure just barely from fainting as long as possible.

A chain of c.u.mming tidal waves where she’ll becomes insane.

While it is granted, it will be accompanied with screaming agony and soon wanting forgiveness. But the h.e.l.l becomes a splendid memory overtime by exquisite adjustments.

And she’d want to soak in that pleasure h.e.l.l.

Yearning for the call of chain eternity pleasure, she will gradually come to demand it by herself.

The best pleasure that can never be tasted by masturbation.

Goodbye to the Ogasawara Makoto until today. It may come a time I feel nostalgic for your stupidity.

And then nice to meet you, Ogasawara Makoto the s.e.x slave. You can never go back to being the same again……

“MooOOO!”

The moment when I was just about to sick the a.n.a.l stick in her a.n.u.s, which has been repeatedly opening and closing like a fish’s mouth, a strange voice echoed in the warehouse.

With listening to her sweet moans countless times, she was clearly different.

“MoooOOO! NmoooOO!”

When her voice is raised regularly, moans become even more heightened, and the adorable gasps that contained sweetness would stir a male’s animal pa.s.sion.

But the voice I am hearing now isn’t a moan. I realize she shortened her voice deliberately.

It is as if she’s imitating a cow’s cry. 

Such a stupid thing can’t be possible. The current her shouldn’t even have time to idle with the likes of imitating  that sort of animal……

At that time, a memory went through my mind at tremendous speed.

A cow, a dairy cow, a holstein. I remember these keywords.

So, it was written in the doc.u.ments that I made before beginning the breast ma.s.sage.

If it is mother’s milk ask a dairy cow. Of course I thought it was no more than a little practical joke, but she swallows the doc.u.ments that I made and repeatedly read the doc.u.ments eagerly.

After that, Ogasawara Makoto has said this to me several times.

[Basically by turning into a milking cow, the ma.s.sage effects will increases further, right?]

Completely believing in the fake doc.u.ments while staring at me with twinked eyes, I properly floated an agreed from hearing that sort of idiotic thing often.

No, that is impossible, that sort of Ogasawara Makoto, just now turned into a milking cow?

“MooOOO! NMoooOOO! UnmoooOOO!”

A slightly lowered groan echoed in the warehouse.  It is still so. This person turned into a d.a.m.n milking cow.

It is not the same state. The arranged plan is not in favor of making her controvert into a milking cow. Wait, wait for G.o.d’s sake. Don’t go to there. It is a different direction.

I am not asking for an impersonation of a dairy cow.

“O, Ogasawara……Oi Ogasawara……”

While calming and telling to myself to cool it, I called out to her that continues to imitate a cow. But my voice shakes involuntarily.

Anger? No it is different. I am trying to desperately gloss over my emotions welling in my heart.

This is dread. It is fear. This person, Ogasawara, in all aspects penetrates through my category understandings on a slant.

Can I handle it? This stupidity? Won’t it be better to stop around about here? The ma.s.sage training comes to an end and I am no longer concerned with this fellow?

Without a doubt she is just going straight in drawn will. However me predicting that mysterious unimaginable thought circuit was impossible for me.

Moreover if she’s going to disorder my scheme then she better be tricky, because it is repulsive if she’s seriously trying to honestly help me.

If she was immersed in a continuous climax of pleasure h.e.l.l, then who on earth could say they expected her suddenly starting of imitating a cow.

Was my guess too superficial? Is it different? Would anyone fall into a panic if she suddenly went for such an ambiguous action?

It isn’t me being strange. Ogasawara Makoto is the strange one. Her through circuit is eccentric.

“K, Kijima-san……”

While clenching the a.n.a.l stick, a voice that was stupefaction reached my ear that.

Suddenly coming to my senses, I noticed that from my whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

Looking at my hand, it is trembling against my will. When I look at the front, the white b.u.t.tock wrapped in sheer black leotard, exposes only the a.n.u.s fearfully convulsing.

It is the named reaction, but it is totally different.

She doesn’t have any hesitation. But hesitation is spreading through my heart. The collected fear makes even more hesitation.

“C, Cow……likes hay.”

As my vision became dim, Ogasawara Makoto that is in a crawling position and body convulsing due to the pleasure given with the nipples and b.r.e.a.s.t.s, turns her head to face the rear while she’s flushed and the whole body is sporting sweat.

Regardless of the eyes’ expression hidden with the worn eyemask, I knew that she was full of joy.

And the pinkish lips also floated a faint smile, trying to convey that joy to me.

“I, I bought a cow book. It is a book of Holsteins. By turning into cow, I’ll become a help to you……”

Saying so while both hands were attached on the bed, Ogasawara Makoto separated the left hand from the bed and suddenly grasped her palm tightly into a fist.

“Perhaps, to a cow, if I turn into a milking cow……I thought breast milk might flow!”(2)

The voice that doesn’t have any hesitation echos in the warehouse.

Eh? If she turns into a cow breast milk flows? Eh? Oh? Hm? Why?

Breast milk is something that comes out with enthusiasm? Would it not? It would be impossible to come out. Is this person stupid? Ah, come to think of it, she was stupid.

“I, I don’t think that it’ll come out.”

“Perhaps! I believe there is no harm trying!”

She answers to my words so vigorously.

Taking a chance isn’t a loss. I certainly agree. It isn’t a loss to me. It isn’t a loss but she’s mistaken, it’s not like that.

The see through leotard is put on, the b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a.n.u.s are exposed, an appliance is attached to the b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the a.n.u.s is teased in its own way, and she’s allowed to climax.

In addition at the science room in the early morning, the test tube was personally inserted into the a.n.u.s and the end result was even storied in video form.

In spite of her being subjected to training painted with shame that normally would be begged and cried for forgiveness, and far from this fellow hating it, if she imitates a dairy cow she thinks breast milk might come out?

It won’t.

“O, Ogasawara. U, Um, this is practice. This is a ma.s.sage for a women’s period when breast milk comes out, you don’t need to force yourself to get out breast milk―”

“But the practice will come closer to putting into practice! Isn’t that right?”

“……isss that so.”

It is useless, this person is taking this seriously. Whether or not she know it will appear, or perhaps I should say will not appear, she still has the mind to produce it.

If the person herself is motivated here then it is okay if she keeps at it on her own, but what is this strange languor.

“In fact I bought a DVD which casted breeding and milking scenes of a Holstein. Therefore I also can imitate a cry up to professional standards! Moo! MooOOO! UnmoooOOO! Right?”

“……Am, Amazing amazing, it is very similar.”

As she’s on all fours, Ogasawara Makoto does a boastful cow impression while being milked with the device.

That is, peculiar. My stomach somehow became painful. Pain is grinding around my stomach.

“Kijima-san, please work hard practicing with my body as usual! Using the knowledge that I also got in my own studying, I’ll surely give breast milk!”

“…..A, Ah, that is, thanks.”

Her eye expression isn’t shown because of the mask, but she put back her face towards the front, tightening her expression and continued putting effort and enthusiasm into imitating a cow’s squeal.

“MooOOO! UnmoooOOO! I have a feeling tightening in my chest! It might come out―if you continue this, this practice!”

It won’t.

While holding my aching stomach with my left hand without issuing that statement, I thrusted the a.n.a.l stick I had by my right hand promptly into the hole.

“NaaAAA, KUuuu, it feeeelss goodd, but I will not loose! Moo! MOoOOo! UnmoooOOO!”

Making her b.u.t.tock convulse and gasp, she continued to imitate the cow’s bark without losing to the pleasure.

What is this? I notice that I feel like I am being swallowed in her pace, is it my imagination?

“H, Hey Ogasawara. If you trying take it out forcibly it still won’t come out,  I also think it isn’t good for the body―”

While I thrusting and pulling out the a.n.a.l stick in the a.n.u.s, I talk to her.

“Ann, Hiuu, I am, I am alrightyy, naa. I, I, I’ll hang on since―Moo! MoooOOO, unmoooOOO!”

As her whole body makes spasms, Ogasawara Makoto full of pride spouts sweat, drools at the edge of her lips, breathes heavily and raises her voice. The cow’s call imitation still continued.

The person herself is saying she wants to do it. It isn’t an inconvenience if she imitates a cow. I will ignore the likes of her strange actions and just talk about continuing the training from me.

But I don’t understand.

She is desperately making great effort for me. The effort is going towards an uncertain direction vector, however this person is dead serious.

A hopeless feeling cannot help but spread through my heart when I look at her such state. It grows steadily bigger and torments me.

I feel uneasy to train her.

What on earth is this? Is she just messing around? Is there such a training scene? If it is training then it will have more negative emotions ruling over the s.p.a.ce, dark greed swirling, smeared with unbearable shame and humiliation, resentment, curses, and still disappointed in oneself for giving into the pleasure. Isn’t there such feelings?

I thought that something was strange for a long time, but I have a hunch that the distorted strain has been around ever since she stole the a.n.a.l stick.

Did I even say when I felt the difference of Ogasawara Makoto?

It was after I had my onanism machine stolen that it became decisive. I have a feeling that it began to swallow her pace steadily from there.

It is no use in this situation. As it is my plan has been rapidly derailing.

I have to correct the track.

My thoughts were optimistic. So that she’ll fall into h.e.l.l by her own will, I gave her guidance and some freedom. That was bad.

Then, I’ll direct her will and forcibly sink her to h.e.l.l. First the plan will be completely changed, but that isn’t something to grumble about. If I don’t quickly strike the hand, then Ogasawara Makoto will sometime soon become an out of hand existence. That gives me fear.

I can’t allow her to behave like a spoiled child anymore. I won’t give her freedom. I’ll completely change the training for a meat toilet that’s convenient for me. 

“Ogasawara, stop imitating the cow.”

“Moo?”

When she reacted to my low voice with a flinch, she twisted her neck behind to my face.

“Breast milk doesn’t flow even if you imitate a cow. Stop that sort of stupid thing right now―”

“I’ll get it out!”

Ogasawara Makoto interrupted my words, got up from the on all fours posture, stood on her knees and unfastened the mask. And then looked back with the a.n.a.l stick stuck in the a.n.u.s.

Her honest eyes having neither a speck of hesitation nor cloudiness pierced through me.

“If……then if breast milk comes out…….”

The breast continued being sucked by the fake milking machine and stimulated by the micro vibrating hairs, and while letting her whole body twitch as well as breathing heavily, she quietly muttered words that were full of ambition to the extent of being unusual.

Feeling the overwhelming intimidation of her, I could do nothing other than stare at her in utter amazement.

“If breast milk flows, please accompany me!”

The voice resounded like it was from a distance.

Accompany? If breast milk flows? What the heck is this person saying?

To the words of Ogasawara Makoto that was staring straight at me with cheeks dyed bright red, I could only nod.

Rather than even being positive, my thinking stopped and nothing was thought over.

———

Sitting down on the park bench, I blew out a sigh while looking up at the night sky.

I want you to accompany me if breast milk flows. To the words of her, I had nodded.

“What the heck freakin’ happens in her head……”

I have to break the promise. I mean, because breast milk won’t flow, there isn’t even a d.a.m.ned promise.

The problem isn’t in her bulls.h.i.+t, it is that I had nodded. That shows I had yielded to her will.

I flinched. To those too beyond straightforward eyes. To the eyes that neither had a speck of hesitation nor cloudiness, only pure.

I lost? No I didn’t lose. Her excessive eccentric behavior made a surprise attack on me, I only fell into panic. If I calm down and think, her behavior won’t contain anything to cause a hindrance in the animal training.

If she wants to imitate a cow then do she’ll have to do it on her own. I am not swallowed in her pace anymore. I’ll stick to my own intent and discard the stupid plan up to now, reforming and revise the plan to thoroughly discipline her.

My thoughts had began to turn at high speed while the stomach medicine did its job, drawing back the stomach pains. The new training plan is also being made in my brain at sequence.

She wants to produce mother’s milk. There isn’t a hand that can’t used for it.

“When I also think about it, it becomes a good excuse to make her do indoor exposure, doesn’t it?”

She will do anything if I call it training to produce breast milk. For example, shame stimulates female hormones and somehow makes them generate breast milk.

That is right, it’s a point that is suppose to soon begin the outdoor exposure training. It is a story that should use her mysterious thinking circuit in reverse. There is no need to feel down.

When the grand scheme looks good, I’ll draw up the plan and process of the training with my PC at once.

I stood up from the bench, and due to the pain in my stomach gone as well as the guideline for the future having been decided, I stepped forward by foot in a bright mood. But that sort of feeling followed until the first step. The moment I had witnessed the person standing at front, my stomach once again was putting out gripping pain.

“U, Um……A, Actually, today, my family is absent. S, So, if you’re good, I hoped you could stay with me?”

Makoto that is behaving suspiciously and said such a thing with a flushed face, looked at me frequently while letting her eyes swim.

Why does this fellow go for an action that break through my antic.i.p.ations on a slant, and spoils my plan.

“Don’t carelessly say for a man to stay at your house. Even if Tanaka accepts lodging with you being alone can surely be unpleasant. Later.”

When I spit so out and begin walking at a quicken pace, footsteps clinged my rear.

When I sidelong glance behind, a figure of Ogasawara Makoto desperately pursues me. There appears to be no intention to return.

Well it’s fine if I arrive at my apartment. If it happens that I have to enter the apartment by force, she will go down obediently if I threaten to report the police of house trespa.s.sing.

The idea that I thought about before arriving in front of my apartment, was shattered the moment turned around and saw her.

By the words that she issues.

“It will be Sunday tomorrow. The school is closed. Therefore let’s train in your room.”

To the words, I wasn’t able to say anything back.