24-89

EP.89 Rehearsal 

The next day, I woke up with a sense of pressure on my face. Il-ho was using his foot to extinguish a cigarette butt, similar to how he was smearing my face. 

"Time to get up~ How long are you going to sleep?" Il-ho said, removing his foot as I stirred. 

As I struggled to sit up, Il-ho pulled down his pants and exposed himself. The first thing I did after waking up was to drink his urine. 

I expressed gratitude in a muffled voice and opened my mouth, receiving his urine. 

"Glug glug glug glug..." 

Since Jung-su arrived, I had drunk so much urine that it felt like drinking warm barley tea. However, the ammonia smell rising from my stomach still made me nauseous. 

I swallowed the lingering belches and sucked the remaining urine from the urethra. Checking the clock, it was already past 11 AM. 

Soon, Jung-su and Hyun-ah came out from their room and sat on the sofa. 

Il-ho, who had been silently watching TV, lit a cigarette and broke the silence. 

"Hey, do we have time to just sit around? She's coming tomorrow." 

"No, brother. Are you really going to do it? Isn't it too risky?" 

Il-ho and Hyun-ah looked at Jung-su. 

"Hmm... 4-ho, foot," Jung-su said, and I immediately crawled to him. 

Jung-su stretched his legs and placed them on my back, saying: 

"What's the risk? We're just showing how much of a mess she is. 

If she gets upset, she'll take responsibility. We're just doing what we're told." 

Jung-su poked my back with his heel and asked, and I replied, trembling: 

"Yes... that's right..." 

"Hyun-ah, you can rest today. We'll drop you off and come back tomorrow." 

"I don't know. You guys handle it." 

"I'm hungry. Let's eat while dropping off Hyun-ah and think about it." 

"You, 4-ho, clean up while we're away. We need to prepare for your mother's visit." 

"Yes..." 

Jung-su extinguished his cigarette and stood up. Il-ho started packing the dildos and other adult toys into a suitcase, and Jung-su and Hyun-ah began packing their bags. 

They quickly prepared to leave, and I couldn't just sit around. 

I opened the balcony door for ventilation and started cleaning. I had been shaking the bells on my clitoris for a week, moving busily. 

While cleaning, I entered what used to be my room and saw a full-length mirror. 

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and froze, staring at my reflection. 

"This is... my body." 

My body was covered in bruises, and the rubber bands connected to my labia piercings looked like a thong. 

Despite expecting to look more disfigured, my body shape had actually improved. The harsh routine had made my waist slimmer, accentuating my breasts and hips, and I had a model-like figure with a height over 170 cm. 

However, the problem wasn't my body shape. My breasts, once nicely shaped, were now swollen from frequent spankings and looked unappealing. My nipples were stretched to the length of a finger and hung down. 

When I spread my legs and pushed my vagina forward, the rubber bands were stretched tight, revealing the vaginal opening and the rings outside my urethra. 

My clitoris, wrapped in thread, had turned black like congealed blood and felt numb, but even a slight touch caused immense pain. 

It seemed impossible to return to my previous state even if I stopped everything right now. 

The result of pushing my body to its limits daily was this severe degradation. 

I had thought about giving up many times due to the pain, but after enduring these hellish plays, I felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction, making me want to continue. 

The pleasure of being submissive was another reason I couldn't stop this life. 

Looking at the scars from past plays made my heart flutter with a mix of excitement and sadness. 

But thinking about showing my ruined state to my mother made me resume cleaning. 

After finishing the cleaning and washing the bedding, I felt a bit relieved, but it was time to return to being a pet. 

I had been holding in my urine since waking up, so I crawled to my brother's room with a blue bucket in my mouth and knocked on the door. 

When the door opened, I placed the bucket in front of me and did a dogeza, asking for permission. 

"Hyun-yeong, please let me urinate..." 

"Go quickly." 

I turned around and exposed my buttocks. My brother skillfully placed the bucket between my legs and pulled out the plug from my urethra. 

He always did it gently, considering me. 

As the plug was removed, I let out a strong stream of urine and felt relief. 

The burning sensation I used to feel while urinating was gone, either due to Jung-su's medication or habituation. 

After urinating, I still felt the urge to release more, so I squeezed my urethra, and anal beads slipped in. 

"Ah... thank you for letting me urinate..." 

I quickly turned around and expressed gratitude before the door closed. 

Without a response, I returned to my spot, shaking the warm, urine-soaked bells. 

"Pathetic... pathetic... Uggghhh... most pathetic..." 

My mind started to fill with thoughts of masturbation, but with the dildos gone, I couldn't stimulate my clitoris. 

I just lifted my hips with my legs spread, feeling the weight and discomfort of the bells, and moved my buttocks up and down. 

The reality that I couldn't even satisfy my basic desires made me feel more pathetic, and I became more aroused, shaking the bells violently. 

If I did a bit more, I could reach climax, so I couldn't stop. 

After a while, as I was moving my buttocks crudely, the bells inside the clitoris started ringing again, and I reached my first climax. 

However, it was a weak climax, leaving me with more disappointment. 

Without anyone's command, I licked up my own fluids scattered on the living room floor, reminding myself of my position. 

"Thank you for making me such a pathetic person..." 

Ding ding ding ding ding ding... 

I continued to shake my buttocks, ringing the bells and enjoying the weak climaxes several times. 

The washing machine beeped around 3 PM, signaling the end of my masturbation session. After hanging the laundry, I took a short break, eating soggy cereal from a dog bowl. 

Later, Jung-su and Il-ho returned after dropping off Hyun-ah. 

Jung-su sat on the sofa, using me as a footrest, and called my brother to the living room. 

My brother, once cheerful, now looked subdued and spoke in a humble tone. 

"Hyun-yeong, you must have heard what's going on tomorrow?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Ha ha ha! You were eavesdropping in your room, weren't you?" 

"What's under my feet right now?" 

"Your toy..." 

"Hahaha! You idiot. It's your sister!" 

My brother replied unexpectedly: 

"Yes... it's really exciting to see my sister like this." 

Jung-su asked, "Does it turn you on to see your sister under my feet?" 

"Yes..." 

My brother's response was unexpected. 

"Haha! At first, you pretended to dislike it, but now..." 

"Will you make your mom like this too? Have sex with her?" 

"What the...!!!" 

Jung-su laughed and said, "Don't be scared. I just need your help tomorrow." 

"I don't want to. You guys do it." 

"If you help, I'll remove your chastity belt completely." 

"What do I need to do?" 

My brother refused at first but changed his mind when offered the chance to have his chastity belt removed. 

"It's nothing. Just listen to what I say in front of your mom tomorrow." 

"Okay..." 

"Good! Now go back to your room." 

As my brother entered his room, Jung-su kicked my side with his foot and said: 

"Let's rehearse now." 

I had to prepare until late evening to welcome my mother. 

Jung-su and Il-ho began planning in detail, and as I listened, I realized that my situation was indeed part of Jung-su's plan, not just a trick to make me feel helpless. 

Their method of manipulating people's psychology was chillingly sophisticated. 

I practiced the lines and movements repeatedly to prepare for the next day, following Jung-su and Il-ho's plan. 

"Mom, don't worry. This is all my choice. 

I've decided to live as a pet for my masters. 

Being used as a toy and getting ruined is my only happiness. 

I'll live independently as a toilet, like trash. 

Thank you for giving birth to me like this. 

Please give my regards to Dad." 

I repeated these lines in my head throughout the evening to memorize them.