"...Ah, please..."
Na-kyung was extremely anxious. Once the urge to urinate started, it was unbearable, considering the female anatomy and her physical condition, which had rapidly cooled after being heated by the chemotherapy injection and ice.
Even so, urinating in front of Korean sisters was an unbearable humiliation for Na-kyung.
Even after getting a job as a call girl and cleaner at a Japanese hostel chain, she had experienced all sorts of humiliation and shame, but at least she had never been restricted from going to the bathroom. She had never been forced to pee in front of others. In fact, Jenny was quite popular at the hostel. No one would bother her if she said she was going to the bathroom.
However, the sister, or rather, the younger one, Nan, was not someone you could reason with. Despite Na-kyung's pleas, Nan simply shrugged her small shoulders.
"If you don't like it, just hold it in."
"M-Miss..."
Na-kyung's plump thighs trembled.
Even in the midst of all this, Na-kyung instinctively followed the syringe in Nan's hand. Was it sterilized? She couldn't even be sure of that. It was truly a terrible feeling and experience. Chemotherapy. And warts. Neither of which were imaginable in Na-kyung's previous life. Especially not the two combined.
"Should I get you a chamber pot, or what?"
"...Please get it."
When Nan asked as if giving a final warning, Na-kyung eventually lowered her head and had no choice but to give her the answer she wanted—at least having a chamber pot was better than just peeing on the floor with nothing.
"You should have said so sooner. Sis!"
"Yeah, yeah."
At her younger sister's command, Mae nonchalantly said, as if she expected it, and fetched a chamber pot from a corner of the room.
"Jenny. Do you have chamber pots in Vietnam? This is a special order we placed in Korea in advance. The design is pretty cool, right?"
"..."
Na-kyung was desperately trying to hold in her pee, but Nan was calmly asking about the existence of chamber pots. Even in this situation, Na-kyung couldn't help but worry. Did they have chamber pots in Vietnam? If she answered carelessly, she might arouse suspicion. Nan kept asking questions that seemed to subtly probe Na-kyung's true identity, making Na-kyung even more nervous.
"..Of course. There are things that look similar... in the countryside, the sewage system isn't well-developed... Ugh, Miss. Please..."
"Hmm, really?"
Na-kyung vaguely glossed over it. Of course, in reality, Na-kyung had never seen a chamber pot in real life except in museums and had lived her entire life enjoying the benefits of water and sewage systems. Nan seemed to like Na-kyung's answer for some reason.
"Then you must be used to it. Don't spill it, and pee well."
Thud—Nan placed the chamber pot in the middle. A position where it would catch the stream of urine if it flowed out of Na-kyung's exposed vagina. Na-kyung's face turned red again. Was her embarrassment manifesting as a physical reaction? Na-kyung's engorged vaginal lips twitched again.
"Why? Are you embarrassed? It's not like you're peeing for the first time. You've done it many times in Vietnam, haven't you?"
Nan giggled and mocked Na-kyung anew. Na-kyung felt very wronged—before coming to Japan, she would never use anything other than a completely modernized toilet, and in fact, she had no experience or reason to use a traditional toilet. But Nan, who had no way of knowing that, naturally denigrated Na-kyung's toilet experience.
"Ugh... Yes..."
In any case, it was clear that Na-kyung's patience had reached its limit.
From her twitching vagina, from the hole where the chemotherapy drug had just been injected, bright yellow urine began to pour out.
"Oops."
Nan made an exaggerated sound and quickly stepped back. The stream of urine was quite strong. Whether it was because of Nan's good positioning, the yellow stream, even in its bound state, drew an arc and went straight into the chamber pot.
However, it was inevitable that the force of the urine would weaken as it went on. Eventually, the urine splattered and dirtied the floor.
"Haa..."
Smell. Na-kyung's urine had a strong ammonia smell, probably from what she had eaten. Even Na-kyung herself felt it was a terrible stench. Nevertheless, Na-kyung had to shudder her lower body at the refreshing pleasure of emptying her full bladder in one go.
"Whew~ That smell... is terrible. Jenny, what on earth did you eat?"
"Umm."
Nan, making exaggerated gestures, held her nose and clicked her tongue, and Mae, without showing it, pursed her lips and slightly turned her head. The sisters' reactions were only natural. Na-kyung was overcome with a fresh wave of intense shame and couldn't bear to open her eyes.
To pee in front of sisters from Korea who were younger than her. It was unavoidable, but Na-kyung's mind was a mess. The terrible smell made her even more ashamed. Nan, who had a bad temper, jumped around and berated Na-kyung even more.
"Sis! The smell is really awful. Open the window quickly. I'll open the door."
"Okay."
This time, Mae seemed to actively agree with her younger sister's opinion. The Mae and Nan sisters set about ventilating the room.
While the sisters opened the window and door, Na-kyung had no choice but to remain tied to the gynecological chair. Right below her was still a chamber pot full of urine, and the surrounding area was covered in urine. It was a miserable sight that was hard to describe. Even more so when looking at the bustling sisters.
"Ah..."
But, why was that? Na-kyung's naked body was gradually, in a different sense, twitching and heating up.
"We need to wipe it up first. We need to check one more time if the 'treatment' worked. Sis."
Nan snapped her fingers and ordered. Mae, as if used to it, came back from behind Na-kyung and handed something over. Na-kyung, who was being abused by Nan's toys, was startled and quickly checked the identity of the object in Nan's hand—thankfully, it wasn't anything too serious. It was a long pair of tongs and wet wipes, the specific purpose of which was difficult to guess.
Any questions were brief. Nan placed the chair further away than before, wrapped a wet wipe around the end of the tongs, and held it out. The destination, needless to say, was Na-kyung's urine-soaked inner flesh.
"Ah... Aah... Ah, it hurts."
"Stay still, Jenny. We need to wipe away the pee, don't we?"
Nan cleaned Na-kyung's vagina by rubbing the wet wipe wrapped around the tongs as if handling dangerous medical waste. Augh... It was a rough act that was hard to believe was being done by another woman. No matter how many wet wipes were attached, the sharp sensation of the end of the tongs remained, and Na-kyung had to moan, twisting her waist from the pain of scraping her vagina.
"That should be enough."
Nan, of course, had no sympathy for the pain of a Vietnamese prostitute. She flicked the tongs to shake off the wet wipe soiled with urine, and then grabbed and pulled Na-kyung's vagina with the exposed tongs.
"Haaack..."
"What is it? Does it hurt, or does it feel good? Make up your mind."
Nan ridiculed Na-kyung at her subtle reaction. In fact, it was difficult for Na-kyung to distinguish exactly what she was feeling.
Holding her vagina open from a short distance, Nan turned on the light and carefully observed Na-kyung's vulva. Did she have some kind of professional knowledge? The expression of the Korean college student examining the vagina of a Vietnamese woman she had called in as an exclusive call girl was quite serious.
"Hmm... Well, this area seems to be okay."
After observing for about 10 minutes with Na-kyung tied up and unable to move, Nan delivered a stern verdict.
Ah... Na-kyung didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Unlike the calm Nan, Na-kyung, who had been injected with chemotherapy into her vagina, was still not in a normal state, even though she said it was okay now.
"Then I'll untie the ropes."
Mae seemed to be concerned about Jenny's restraints without realizing it. As soon as her younger sister gave permission, she quickly untied the ropes that had been holding Na-kyung.
"Did it hurt a lot? You've been through a lot, Jenny."
Na-kyung felt like crying at the kind words of the older sister, who was different from her younger sister, who was suspected of being a sociopath. Although Mae was actually a few years younger than Na-kyung.
"Haa... Hooo..."
Although she was freed from the ropes, Na-kyung couldn't get up from the chair right away. She couldn't properly put strength into her arms and legs. It wouldn't be strange if she fainted like this. If it had been Na-kyung in Korea, she wouldn't have been able to come to her senses in her current physical condition.
Jenny in Japan was different. Even while suffering almost to the point of going crazy, she was desperately watching Nan's every move.
"Ugh... Haaack..."
Watching Na-kyung struggling to get up, Nan commanded as if she was impressed.
"Jenny, first get up and clean the floor. There should be a mop in the bathroom. You have to clean it thoroughly so that the smell doesn't linger. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss... I will do that..."
Na-kyung's voice, which was originally somewhat husky, was now cracked and grating.
While Na-kyung was trembling and heading to the bathroom, Nan and Mae sat facing each other at another table located in a corner of the room. It was the older sister's job to brew tea. The strong smell of green tea spread throughout the room, as if to erase the unique smell of ammonia.
"Hmph. I don't really know what's so good about green tea."
"You should have bought what you wanted to eat earlier. What can I do when this is all we have?"
Mae scolded her younger sister, who was grumbling even though she was just sitting still and accepting the tea that her sister had prepared. Nan pouted her lips and slurped down the tea.
While the sisters from Korea were having a tea time after the treatment while having a casual conversation, Na-kyung, still without a single thread of clothing on, filled a basin with water halfway and stood in front of the gynecological chair where she had been sitting until just now, holding a dirty rag.
"Haa..."
Swallowing the sigh that came out without her knowing, Na-kyung knelt down. Cleaning up her urine that had splattered on the floor was solely her responsibility. Na-kyung began to scrub the floor, wetting the rag with water.
As she was mopping, there was a problem. More than she thought... the urine had splattered too much, and it didn't seem like she could finish it in a short amount of time.
Na-kyung glanced at the sisters. College students in their prime. Nan and Mae were bursting into laughter, as if they were having so much fun. Their giggling tickled her ears. The two of them had been using Japanese when they were with Na-kyung in Japan. It was fairly fluent Japanese, although it was somewhat foreign, just like Na-kyung, but now, perhaps because Na-kyung had become more comfortable, or perhaps because the sisters' conversation was deepening, they naturally began to use Korean.
"..."
Na-kyung's shoulder, which had been concentrating on mopping, stopped. The sisters, of course, thought that Na-kyung, or Jenny, whom they knew to be from Vietnam, wouldn't understand, but in reality, Na-kyung, who was a native Korean speaker, was clearly listening to the chatter that the two college students were having in Korean.
"See, Sis. I told you I could do it well!"
"Haa... I really don't know where your confidence comes from. Aren't you scared?"
"If something goes wrong, we can just take her to the hospital, so what."
"Jenny is an illegal immigrant. Have you already forgotten?"
"Ah, I don't know, I don't know. Do I have to worry about things like that? If it's really bad, we can just give her a lot of money. And I was definitely confident!"
The older sister was criticizing the younger sister's illegal medical procedure. Of course, the audacious younger sister didn't bat an eye.
Na-kyung felt a chill down her spine, realizing how reckless Nan was. If something went wrong, she could have died or been seriously injured in the worst case. Even if that wasn't the case, if she went to a Japanese hospital, she wouldn't be able to avoid deportation—then, would she be deported to Vietnam? Na-kyung suddenly had a foolish thought. After all, her official identity was Vietnamese.
Na-kyung's question didn't last long. It was because the conversation that the sisters were having in Korean had caught her extraordinary attention.
Author's Note
Resuming serialization (the hiatus tag is scary...)