My Secret Garden

I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the beautiful afterglow of the sunset.

A wave of emotion washed over me; the past ten years had felt utterly unreal.

A delinquent like me, who had committed a serious crime, should, by all accounts, be under lifelong supervision.

But now, I was a key manager at a multinational corporation, also shouldering the heavy responsibility of raising the next generation.

A clear cry pulled me back to reality. I quickly turned and ran towards the source of the sound, making a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.

I gently picked her up with my handcuffed hands. Her just-woke-up face was so adorable, making me want to stroke it tenderly.

Seeing the tiny body nestled in my arms stirred within me a desire to have a child myself.

However, due to my persistent fear of my own promiscuous nature, I subconsciously avoided men.

So, let alone having a child, at 26, I had never even had a boyfriend.

Therefore, she wasn't my child, but one of my sister Kumiko's twin girls.

Because my sister had suffered a serious injury as a child, this childbirth was incredibly difficult for her, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted and unable to care for both infants.

So, at Kumiko's suggestion, the four of us sisters decided to care for them together.

When the two babies chose, the younger one grabbed my finger, while the older one chose Kumiko.

Kumiko suggested that we train them according to our own strengths.

So, the younger sister will inherit the Japanese style from Sachiko and me, while the older sister will inherit the Western style from Kumiko and Gigi.

This will naturally be a major event in the association, seen as a way to resolve the long-standing debate between Japanese and Western styles.

Although Kumiko and I have both become top women in the association,

our different backgrounds and training processes make it impossible for us to compare ourselves.

I never imagined that the cause we three sisters couldn't complete would now be accomplished by the next generation.

Thinking of this, I gently tapped the baby's forehead and whispered to her—little girl, please don't suffer like I did.

Only after raising a child do you truly understand the debt of gratitude owed to your parents. It wasn't until the moment she held my finger that I truly understood the feelings Sachiko-neechan had when she locked my chastity belt.

By locking the Nanjing pills on my belt, Sachiko-neechan was also symbolizing the acceptance of the heavy burden of my life.

Watching the baby carefree playing with my kimono and collar, my heart had already flown back to that day ten years ago.

I looked up at the school gate—the private Sakura Academy. A prestigious,

all-encompassing school renowned for raising young ladies and gentlemen.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a school for raising brides and grooms.

As a delinquent high school girl, I simply didn't fit in with this school filled with an air of elegance.

But the tragedy that happened in my senior year of high school made it impossible for me to go against my parents' decision.

After all, it was their last hope, and I had no choice but to spend a lot of time commuting to school every day.

Looking around, besides students like myself wearing white sailor uniforms and black long skirts,

there were also a lot of boys and girls in elegant dresses or suits.

It truly lived up to its reputation as an aristocratic school; as long as one was quiet and elegant,

one could wear school-approved personal clothing.

Unfortunately, my wardrobe only contained the special attack uniforms and armor I wore when I was a delinquent.

So, I had no other choice but the school uniform; it was impossible for it to pass the school's approval.

I shook my head. What was I thinking?

I hadn't made up my mind to just live quietly on my own.

Now, I just wanted to take it one day at a time and not hurt my parents anymore.

I started walking towards the classroom.

Although I had played the role of a well-behaved rich girl for many years in elementary school

, after three years of unbridled living, I could no longer have anything in common with them.

Plus, I just wanted to live my life on my own, so subconsciously I started to hate talking to my classmates.

Actually, that was fine. My most important task now was to find a place at school where I could unleash my interests,

so at noon I turned and left the classroom to begin my treasure hunt.

My interest, a rather unusual one, and the one that changed my life, is masturbation.

It started in sixth grade when I accidentally discovered that touching my genitals brought me pleasure,

but as the frequency of masturbation increased, my craving for it transformed from something fun into a daily ritual.

When I learned in health education class that it was an obscene act,

an unprecedentedly strong sense of shame overwhelmed me.

I tried many things to overcome it.

I joined the track and field club and learned swordsmanship, hoping to prevent myself from thinking about it.

But none of this worked. In the end, I even tried to restrain myself with a lock,

but I never had enough willpower to break free.

Ultimately, I became self-destructive and joined a delinquent group, fighting, racing cars, and doing all sorts of bad things,

trying to find something more exciting to break free from masturbation.

Partly due to the deliberate training by the group's leader, and partly because I did possess some leadership abilities,

by my senior year of high school I had become the leader of the delinquent group.

Driven by a sense of accomplishment, my desire for masturbation lessened somewhat.

However, this didn't last long. In a large-scale conflict, I was captured by the opposing group.

The leader who came to rescue me was seriously injured and died. When I was finally rescued, I was covered in wounds.

My parents used numerous social means to clear my name, which inevitably led to the disbandment of the entire group, and

I abandoned my partners with whom I had fought for many years.

To sever my connection with the past, my father transferred me to a school dozens of kilometers away from home.

Although I survived as an innocent victim, I have deeply hurt my parents and my older sister who genuinely protected me.

All of this stemmed from my addiction to physical desires.

I made up my mind then and there that even if it meant ruining myself, I would never hurt anyone else.

So now I'm looking for a place where I can release my desires,

even if it means ruining my body through my promiscuity, it's better than hurting others.

After observing for a few days, I noticed that the women's restroom was only used by three female teachers,

and because of its remote location, no club students used it after classes ended during the day.

It really is a good place to masturbate.

I decided to choose this place as the perfect spot to vent my desires every day after school.

But I never imagined that this would become the turning point that changed my future.

My unfortunate days began two weeks into my foreign language class.

Although I was once called a child prodigy in elementary school,

my three years of dissolute life had made me completely unable to keep up with the school's pace.

I didn't skip class simply because I had nowhere else to go and didn't want to worry my parents.

After getting used to school life, I gradually became bolder, and I decided to find a reason to rest.

I raised my hand.

Lingxiang: Teacher, I'm not feeling well. Can I rest in the health care room?

The teacher just looked at me and then asked the health committee member to accompany me to the health care room.

Ms. Sachiko Mido, the school nurse, is one of the two most beautiful women in the school.

She's a stunning beauty loved by both male and female students, with fair skin, a delicate face, and

a tall figure exceeding 170 cm. She also possesses a well-proportioned bust and long, flowing black hair.

Rather than describing her as a vibrant rose, she's more like a fragrant lily.

If she wore a kimono, she would be the legendary Yamato Nadeshiko.

Today was the first time I'd seen her up close. Her voice and expressions subtly blended gentle maternal love with intelligent wisdom, creating a powerful presence that drew my attention.

After the school nurse left, Ms. Mido loosened my uniform tie, straightened my skirt,

helped me onto the bed, and gave me some medicine.

Just as I was preparing to rest, Ms. Mido leaned over and sat down beside the bed.

Sachiko: Teacher, I'm so lucky today! Ryoko came to the infirmary by herself, saving me the trouble of inviting her.

I thought for a moment. I've been very low-key since I entered school, and

I even deliberately wore a very old-fashioned triple braid. I doubt many people in my class even know me now. I've

never even met you, Teacher. You shouldn't need to see me, right?

Ryoko: Teacher, is there anything you need me for?

Sachiko: I'm conducting research on a course on educating girls, and I need your help, Ryoko.

Ryoko: Help? Educating girls? Sachiko

: Ryoko, do you know about chastity belts?

I almost jumped up in surprise. Of course I know about them; they're tools used by medieval parents to force girls to remain chaste.

I even considered trying to obtain it to solve my uncontrollable desires by shutting myself off.

But I couldn't admit I knew about chastity belts, so I decided to play dumb.

Ryouka: Chastity belts mentioned in Western history? Medieval Europe…

Sachiko: No, no, it's the modern chastity belt.

I panicked a little and shouted.

Ryouka: I don't know anything about that, that kind of thing has nothing to do with me.

Sachiko: So that girl masturbates in the staff restroom every day after school?

I was like a kitten stunned by car headlights, just standing there.

Ryouka: I… I don't know anything about that.

The teacher took out a handkerchief.

Sachiko: "Ryoko, do you recognize this handkerchief?"

Sachiko: "I spent tens of thousands of yen on this hidden camera equipment. I carefully recorded everything about you, Ryoko. Ryoko, do you want to see the developed photos?"

A chill ran down my spine. What I thought was a foolproof spot had been nailed there, and photos

of me masturbating had been taken. The teacher took several photos from her pocket. The photos clearly showed me masturbating in the bathroom, taken in a grotesque manner.

Overwhelmed by fear, I trembled. I was completely ruined. I was about to deeply hurt my loving parents again.

No, I couldn't let this happen.

Lingxiang: Teacher, are you asking me to pay that kind of price? Are you trying to sell me? I'm worthless.

Lingxiang: My parents abandoned me a long time ago, they won't pay. Teacher, do whatever you want.

I crossed my arms, waiting for the teacher's verdict.

Xingzi: Lingxiang, don't be afraid. As long as you do a good job with my research on educating girls, I can return the photos to you.

Research on educating girls? What kind of research is that? I've never heard of it.

Lingxiang: Is it... is it that kind of research on educating girls?

Xingzi: Research on a new type of chastity belt. Girls like you who can't control themselves are the most suitable.

Xingzi: Lingxiang, you just need to wear the new type of chastity belt for a week and write down your thoughts to complete it.

I thought about it seriously. I don't like being threatened, but I don't want to hurt my parents anymore.

Perhaps this is a good opportunity for me to break free from this life of masturbation.

Ryoka: Teacher, is this really enough? Don't you need to imprison me in a cage?

Sachiko: Yes, this kind of experiment is only effective when it's conducted in real life.

Sachiko: Ryoka, please take off all your clothes.

I obediently took off all my clothes, and then the teacher used leather handcuffs to secure me to a height scale.

Being handcuffed for the first time gave me a strange feeling that rose from within. Surprisingly,

I didn't feel disgusted; instead, I felt a sense of security. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the teacher.

The teacher used a nylon measuring tape, like a thong, to strictly measure my genitals.

To my surprise, the teacher simultaneously marked my three private areas with a pen.

Finally, she secured the belt around my waist and precisely measured my waist circumference.

She measured me three times until I was completely exhausted.

When she finally untied me, I, who had never been restrained before, collapsed onto the bed in the rehabilitation room and fell into a deep sleep.

When the teacher woke me, it was already time to leave school.

Before taking me out of the infirmary, she only told me to come to the rehabilitation room first thing the next morning.

Because the incident had been exposed, I had no desire to masturbate that day, and after leaving the rehabilitation room, I went straight home.

The next morning, the teacher took me back to the rehabilitation room.

Sachiko: Ryoka, your special chastity belt will be completed in a week. Ryouko, do you know its function?

I studied it back then, and I even considered it my last salvation.

Although I never had the chance to try it, I can't admit it now. I shook my head.

Sachiko: Ryouko, since the Middle Ages, the important function of chastity belts has been to help nuns in convents or noblewomen fight their sexual desires.

Sachiko: To prevent girls from masturbating, to deprive them of the freedom to play with their bodies, and to protect girls' bodies.

Sachiko: Specifically to help girls like you, Ryouko, who lack self-control.

Sachiko: So Ryouko, don't feel uneasy, try to accept its help, understand?

Accepting the chastity belt? Wasn't this my wish for years?

To find a manager willing to accept my pathology and help me break free from it.

I nodded to the teacher, unable to say anything more.

But an unprecedented hope was gradually rising in my heart; I saw a glimmer of light in overcoming masturbation.

In the days that followed, waiting for the chastity belt,

I felt ashamed and pathetic, burdened by the guilt of having my freedom to play with my body taken away because my masturbation had been discovered. What

terrified me was that, as the execution day approached, I began to look forward to the day my freedom would be taken away.

I started fantasizing constantly about the day the chastity belt would be fitted;

the intense anticipation made me mentally unstable all day, and I always felt that the days were passing more and more slowly.

Lacking both the mood and the place, I went an entire week without masturbating,

something that had never happened since losing my older sister.

After a whole week of agonizing waiting, the day finally arrived for the chastity belt to be installed.

My genitals would finally be under the teacher's control, and I would no longer have to fight the urge to masturbate.

As soon as class ended, I rushed to the ward with intense anticipation.

The teacher, seeing my extreme excitement, simply smiled and gently tapped my forehead.

Sachiko: Really, Ryoka. Can't wait any longer?

My face flushed with shame, and I couldn't speak. After all, I had been looking forward to it for a whole week.

The teacher took something that looked like metal pants out of the box.

Sachiko: This is a replica of a Belgian product, enhanced in every way. This is the latest model.

Sachiko: It's made of titanium and medical-grade colloid, making it lighter and smaller than the old-fashioned chastity belt.

Sachiko: And it's CNC-milled in one piece using high-precision equipment, so even without thigh rings, it can absolutely protect your genitals, Ryouko.

I stupidly nailed the metal block to myself. Its body resembled a thong,

with colloid-like protective strips along the edges of the steel plates. There was an additional mesh-like semi-circular metal plate at the vagina and urethra.

There was a separate valve at the anus. The entire chastity belt displayed perfect, intricate curves, seemingly made entirely to fit the contours of my body.

It was simply a work of art. My lust was aroused by it; I was incredibly excited, and my lower body began to swell intensely.

Like a child seeing a new toy, I couldn't help but whine to my teacher.

Ryoko: Teacher, I want... I want it. Please give it to me.

The teacher smiled.

Sachiko: It seems your report, Ryoko, is quite something for me.

Sachiko: Come on, Ryoko, take off your clothes.

I rolled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and touched my private parts with my fingers,

thinking about the freedom my teacher was about to take from my lower body.

I rubbed my clitoris intensely with my fingers, bidding it a final farewell.

But before I reached my climax, the teacher stopped my masturbation.

Sachiko: Ryoka, are you done saying goodbye to your genitals? We won't see each other again for a week.

Sachiko: Ryoka, you're such a bad girl, masturbating right in front of me.

Having not masturbated for a week, the pleasure I was finally getting was abruptly interrupted by shame.

I could only suppress my lust and innocently nod.

The teacher used a damp towel to clean my crotch, which was wet with vaginal fluid, and inserted a metal chastity belt into my crotch,

tightening the belt along my waistline. Then, she threaded the T-shaped metal plate and perforated sheet through my crotch and fastened them to the steel band of the belt.

The teacher then told me to tighten my stomach, and then locked the steel band with a padlock.

Looking at these iron diapers, I didn't feel much of a strange sensation.

Because the chastity belt perfectly conformed to the curves of my lower body, and it had a rubber-like texture,

it wasn't particularly uncomfortable even though it was very tight.

I saw my urethra and labia peeking out from the gap of less than half a centimeter in the steel belt, and

a strange feeling welled up inside me—not quite pleasure, yet somehow very comfortable.

It was like a sense of relief after liberation.

The teacher then fastened the perforated steel sheet together with the steel belt using a lock, completely sealing my private parts.

I felt my labia and anus in close contact with the cold steel sheet, and

the coldness quickly cooled my arousal.

I finally lost the freedom to masturbate, and a sense of liberation, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, filled my heart.

I closed my eyes and savored the sense of security I had lost since sixth grade.

Sachiko: Next, Ryoko, you need to adjust it according to the friction.

The teacher's words pulled me back to reality from my emotional state and made me think of something important.

Ryoko: Teacher, how should I go to the toilet from now on?

Sachiko: Just urinate normally. If you accidentally get it dirty, just wipe it off immediately and dry it with a hairdryer.

Sachiko: If you want to defecate, you need to pull open the metal plate in your anus, and then you can defecate normally.

Sachiko: Remember to wash carefully every morning and evening. I will open it and adjust it many times before Ryoko gets used to it.

Ryoko: Do I need to wear my bra again?

Sachiko: No, remember to take it home. If you're worried about being exposed, Ryoko, you can wear a menstrual belt to cover it up.

Sachiko: Ryoko, come here, squat down and let me see. See if it's stuck.

When I squatted down, I noticed a slight metallic sound from the movement. Because the belt was designed with several curves to fit my body,

although it was very tight around my waist and hips, it didn't significantly hinder my movement.

Aside from the weight, it wasn't more uncomfortable than a menstrual belt.

Sachiko: It seems the chastity belt size is correct. Keep up the good work!

I observed my waist as I walked out of the rehabilitation room.

I went to a secluded spot and tapped my stomach; the chastity belt made a firm, resonant sound.

Each step I took involved slight friction against my genitals, accompanied by a feeling of weight.

The slight contact between the thong and my anus was also consciously felt.

Perhaps I'd grown accustomed to it, because this sensation disappeared after my hour-long commute home.

Back home, I changed into casual clothes, then went to the bathroom in shorts.

Entering the toilet, I tightened my belt and sat on the toilet to try urinating.

However, the shame of wearing shorts prevented me from urinating immediately .

After some effort, I finally managed to loosen my genitals and let the urine flow.

But the sensation was like when I wet my pants as a child; my entire genital area was soaked in hot urine, feeling both hot and itchy.

Even after I stopped urinating, the urine that had accumulated in my pants continued to leak out, and I couldn't get it clean no matter how many times I wiped.

I tried to dry myself with a towel, but the chastity belt was so tight

that I couldn't even insert half a finger, let alone a towel.

Under the oppressive power of the chastity belt, I couldn't touch my genitals at all, and therefore couldn't clean them.

The extreme humiliation of being 18 and still wetting my pants was incredibly distressing.

Desperate, I managed to wash myself in the shower, but the waistband only allowed a finger to barely slip inside, making it impossible to dry myself with a towel.

Finally, I had to slowly dry myself with a hairdryer. Now I finally understand the cruelty of the chastity belt.

Perhaps because my genitals were already wet, I became acutely aware of the belt's presence whenever I stopped moving

. I could only try to distract myself by reading or doing my homework.

However, if I didn't wash my genitals with cold water for 1-2 hours, the itching and burning sensation would relentlessly assault me, driving me to the brink of madness.

I finally forced myself to go to bed to forget about it.

But I quickly realized I was wrong. The belt was tightly fastened around my waist and groin, and sleeping on my side

caused my private parts to become aroused due to the pressure.

In the end, I could only minimize the pressure from the chastity by using a cloth to support my waist and sleeping on my back.

As a result, I was tormented by sexual desire all night and couldn't sleep at all . I could only

force myself to endure the aroused but unsatisfied sexual desire until dawn.

I continued to struggle in the bathroom early in the morning, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't clean myself up completely.

I could only use toilet paper to absorb as much urine as possible before going to school.

After a night of friction with the chastity belt, my genitals were now extremely sensitive.

The friction of walking was as intense as masturbation for me .

I decided to arrive at school earlier than usual and rush to the infirmary before anyone else arrived.

With a skeptical heart, I gently knocked on the infirmary door. Would the teacher come so early?

Soon, the teacher opened the door.

Lingxiang: Good morning, teacher. You're here so early today.

Sachiko: I have to stay here temporarily for Ryoko's chastity belt experiment. Ryoko, you really came early this morning.

My impression of the teacher is gradually changing. It seems the teacher is really serious about her research.

It's not just about teasing me.

Sachiko: Ryoko, when do you have PE class?

Ryoko: The day after tomorrow.

Sachiko: Then Ryoko, you have to come early tomorrow, okay?

I nodded.

Ryoko: Teacher, could you please help me temporarily remove the chastity belt? It's so itchy down there because I can't clean it.

Sachiko: No, Ryoko, you have to get used to it as soon as possible. This is an important experiment. Overcome it with willpower.

Sachiko: Besides, I said I won't remove it unless it will hurt your body.

Then the teacher kicked me out of the infirmary.

My baseless fantasy was shattered in less than a day; the chastity belt wasn't such a wonderful thing,

but rather a torture device used to punish girls for promiscuity.

For the next few days, I could only try to ignore the feeling of the chastity belt and the itching sensation in my lower body,

trying to treat it like my usual shoes and hat.

The belt and thong tightly binding my body, however, constantly sent intense itching sensations through my groin and waist. The

frustration of wanting to scratch but being unable to, left me in a state of extreme unease.

Now, not only was my face flushed and my heart pounding, but I also couldn't stop my legs from trembling and my breathing from becoming labored.

Perhaps noticing my unusual behavior, the teacher suddenly called on me to come up to the front and answer a question.

I walked to the podium with trembling steps, the metal belt rattling incessantly.

The metallic clanging sound was like thunder in my ears; I was terrified someone would notice.

I stood on the sacred altar, attempting to answer, yet beneath my uniform lay an irresistible metal shackle—

how absurd!

The stares of everyone instilled a powerful sense of transgression, freezing my thoughts, and my hand holding the chalk involuntarily stopped.

The teacher asked, "Is this the correct answer? You should pay attention in class and not let your mind wander." I felt incredibly embarrassed .

I couldn't believe I was aroused in such a humiliating situation.

I could feel my genitals were completely wet. I could only lower my head, clamp my legs together, and quickly return to my seat.

I felt that my chastity belt was leaking vaginal fluid. I regretted not wearing a menstrual belt.

What would I do if it leaked outside my skirt?

A strong sense of immorality, anxiety, and fear of being discovered mixed together into a sweet pleasure.

I truly hated my pathetic body.

Trapped in my personal cage, my life had been completely changed by the chastity belt. To avoid aggravating the stimulation in my genitals,

I couldn't do anything even during breaks; I could only sit quietly in my seat.

I kept using the time to go to the bathroom and cool my desire with an ice towel.

My flushed face, sudden panting, and slightly trembling body

aroused the curiosity of my classmates, who kept asking about my body.

[Lingxiang, your face is so red, do you want to go to the health room?]

I could only shake my head at my classmates, enduring the pain, continuing to be tormented by my sexual desire until the end of the day's classes.

As soon as class ended, I rushed home and into the bathroom, jumping into the cold water to cool my private parts.

But because my clitoris and labia had been rubbing against my waistband all day, my private parts were already red, and

the intense sensation in my sensitive lower body made it impossible for me to calm down even when I sat down to do my homework.

I came to realize that the chastity belt didn't just seal away desire; it simultaneously incited lust and instilled a strong sense of masochism.

It relentlessly and cruelly stimulated my libido, the vaginal fluids circulating within the chastity belt

until finally, like a dam bursting, the fluids overflowed from the edge.

I rushed to the bathroom, wanting to soothe myself with my fingers, but the tight metal held me back.

I tried to pry it open with a sharp object, but I could do nothing but add scratches.

In the end, I could only violently shake my body on the toilet, pulling at the chastity belt, trying to derive pleasure from the friction between my clitoris and the metal.

But the meticulously crafted chastity belt held me tightly to my genitals, completely immovable, giving me no chance.

My body and mind were torn apart by intense desire, pounding wildly like a white fish.

After 20 minutes of frantic beating, my heart reached its limit, and I began to gasp for breath.

Exhausted, I clenched my teeth and stopped shaking. I used willpower to stop the attempt to masturbate.

I slumped onto the toilet, letting my body cool down slowly.

Then I filled the tub with cold water and stepped into the bathtub to cool myself.

Instinctively, I reached down to touch my genitals, but only felt cold, hard metal.

I had truly been utterly deprived of the freedom of my private parts.

My life from now on would be dominated by a hell of empty pleasure,

whether in class, commuting to school, or traveling with friends, I couldn't escape it.

Modern chastity belts are truly terrifying things; my teacher's words kept coming to mind—

they're used to rob you of the freedom to control your desires.

If I didn't think of something, I might not even make it through tonight, let alone a week.

I decided to use a method I'd used before, based on information I'd previously researched.

In medieval times, chastity belts were used to train nuns, a practice known as forced orgasm, which ultimately turned into extreme pain.

This psychologically linked pain with masturbation, aiming to force the wearer to suppress their desires.

I sighed, climbed out of the bathtub, and dried myself with a towel.

I went back to my room, found my long-unworn workout clothes, put them on, and headed for the door.

I told my parents and ran outside; I hadn't run since that incident in my third year of junior high.

But I knew that at times like this, all I had to do was exhaust myself.

As I ran, I initially expected intense friction in my genitals to bring pleasure, then pain, and finally complete numbness.

But I found that the chastity belt fit my body perfectly,

and as long as I walked normally and at a normal angle, it wouldn't interfere at all.

I couldn't help but feel terrified by the advancements in technology.

I ran for over an hour until I was completely exhausted before slowly walking home.

I took another cold shower and then went straight to bed.

Although I still involuntarily reached my hand into my nightgown, it was mercilessly blocked by the metal plates of the chastity belt.

After a day of torment, my genitals were numb, allowing me to fall asleep early.

The next morning, I rushed to the rehabilitation room to tell the teacher that I wanted to cancel the appointment.

Even if my parents scolded me, I had to break free of these constraints. I had reached my limit.

Ryoka: Teacher, please remove my chastity belt. I can't take it anymore. This is torture; I can't live like this.

Sachiko: When Ryoka agreed to have the chastity belt on, you agreed that you would be locked up the rest of the time, except for adjustments.

Sachiko: This is aversion therapy. If you can endure it, Ryoka, your body will become unresponsive to pleasure in the future.

Sachiko: Please be patient until the third day; you should get used to it.

When the teacher rejected my request, citing that it could completely cure my masturbation problem,

my resolve wavered. Should I give up this opportunity?

No, I must persevere.

Giving up my resistance, I could only walk out of the infirmary.

The day's running, combined with the accumulated urine, sweat, and vaginal fluids inside the chastity belt, made my condition even worse.

My previous knowledge told me that even with a chastity belt, inadequate

hygiene could easily lead to infection.

Moreover, I hadn't removed any hair or cleaned daily. Sooner or later, a serious genital infection was inevitable.

The tingling and itching I was experiencing in my genitals was a clear indication that this was no joke.

In high school, I saw many accounts in the library of medieval women dying from genital sores and suffering, which chilled me to the bone.

But the rigid titanium chastity belt was impossible to break, even with tools.

Even the sophisticated ring lock was beyond my amateurish lock-picking skills.

I could only continue to endure the fear in my heart and the numb, itchy sensation in my lower body,

constantly wiping away the fluids seeping from the chastity belt, a sensation akin to incontinence.

I stood before the French windows, watching the beautiful afterglow of the sunset.

A wave of emotion washed over me; the past ten years had felt utterly unreal.

A delinquent like me, who had committed a serious crime, should, by all accounts, be under lifelong supervision.

But now, I was a key manager at a multinational corporation, also shouldering the heavy responsibility of raising the next generation.

A clear cry pulled me back to reality from my reverie. I quickly turned and ran towards the source of the sound, making a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.

I gently picked her up with my handcuffed hands. Her just-woke-up little face was so adorable, making me want to caress her tenderly.

Seeing her small body nestled in my arms, I couldn't help but feel an urge to have a child myself.

But because I've always been afraid of my own promiscuous body, I subconsciously avoid men.

So, let alone having a child, at the age of 26, I've never even had a boyfriend.

So, she's not my child, but one of the twin girls born to my older sister, Kumiko.

Because my sister suffered a serious injury as a child, this childbirth was very difficult for her, and she was too exhausted to care for both babies.

Therefore, at Kumiko's suggestion, the four of us sisters decided to care for them together.

When the two babies had to choose, the younger one grabbed my finger, while the older one chose Kumiko.

Kumiko then suggested that we raise them according to our own strengths.

So, the younger one will inherit the Japanese style from me and Sachiko, while the older one will inherit the Western style from Kumiko and Gigi.

This naturally became a major event in the association, seen as a way to resolve the long-standing debate between Japanese and Western styles.

Although Kumiko and I both became top women in the association,

our different backgrounds and upbringing made it impossible for us to compare ourselves.

I never imagined that the cause we three sisters couldn't complete would be accomplished by the next generation.

Thinking of this, I gently tapped the baby's forehead and whispered to her, "Little girl, please don't suffer like I did." Only when

you raise a child do you truly understand the love and care of your parents. It wasn't until she held my finger that I truly understood the feelings Sachiko had when she locked my chastity belt.

By locking the Nanjing pills on me, Sachiko was also taking on the burden of my life.

Watching the baby carefree playing with my kimono and necklace, my heart flew back to that day ten years ago.

I looked up at the school gate—Sakura Academy, a prestigious private

school renowned for its elite students .

Perhaps "bride and groom training school" would be a more accurate description.

As a delinquent high school student, I simply didn't fit in with this school's refined atmosphere.

But the tragedy that occurred in my senior year made it impossible for me to oppose my parents' decision.

After all, this was their last hope, so I had to spend a lot of time commuting to school every day.

Looking around, besides students like myself wearing white sailor uniforms and black long skirts,

there were also a bunch of boys and girls in elegant dresses or suits.

It truly lived up to its reputation as an aristocratic school; as long as one was quiet and refined,

one could wear school-approved personal clothing.

Unfortunately, my wardrobe only contained the special attack uniforms and armor I wore when I was a delinquent.

So, I had no choice but to wear the school uniform; it was impossible for it to pass the school's approval.

I shook my head. What was I thinking?

Hadn't I already made up my mind to just live quietly on my own?

Now, I just wanted to live one day at a time and not cause my parents any more heartache.

I strode towards the classroom.

Although I had diligently played the role of a well-behaved heiress for many years during elementary school

, after three years of dissolute living, I now find myself completely unable to connect with them on any topic.

Plus, I just want to live my life alone, so subconsciously I've become quite averse to talking to my classmates.

This is actually for the best; my most important task now should be finding a place at school where I can unleash my interests.

So, at noon, I turn and leave the classroom to begin my treasure hunt.

My interest is quite unique, and it's the interest that changed my life: masturbation.

It started in sixth grade when I accidentally discovered that touching myself there could bring me pleasure,

but as the frequency of my masturbation increased, my craving for it transformed from something fun into a daily ritual.

When I learned in a health education class that this was a defiled act, an

unprecedentedly strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me.

I tried many things to overcome it.

I joined the track and field club and learned swordsmanship, hoping to leave myself no energy to think about it.

But none of this worked. In the end, I even tried to restrain myself with a lock,

but I never had enough willpower to get rid of it.

In the end, I became self-destructive and started joining a delinquent group, fighting, racing cars, and doing all sorts of bad things,

trying to find more exciting things to get rid of masturbation.

Firstly, it was due to the deliberate cultivation of me by the gang's leader; secondly, perhaps I did possess considerable leadership abilities, and

by my senior year of high school, I had become the leader of a group of delinquent girls.

Driven by a sense of accomplishment, my desire for masturbation somewhat diminished.

However, this didn't last long. In a major conflict, I was captured by the rival gang. The

leader who came to rescue me was seriously injured and died, and when I was finally rescued, I was covered in wounds.

My parents used many social means to clear my name, and of course, the entire gang was forced to disband,

forcing me to abandon my partners with whom I had fought for many years.

To sever my connection with the past, my father transferred me to a school dozens of kilometers away from home.

Although I survived as an innocent victim, I have deeply hurt my parents and the older sister who genuinely protected me.

All of this stemmed from my addiction to physical desire.

I made a vow then and there that even if it meant ruining myself, I would never hurt anyone else.

So now I'm looking for a place to release my desires;

even if my promiscuity leads to physical ruin, it's better than hurting others.

After a few days of observation, I noticed that the women's restroom is only used by three female teachers,

and because of its remote location, no club students use it after classes end during the day.

It's a perfect place for masturbation.

I've decided to choose this as the perfect spot to release my desires after school every day from now on.

But I never imagined this would become the turning point that changed my future.

My unfortunate days began two weeks into my foreign language class.

Although I was once called a child prodigy in elementary school,

my three years of dissolute living had left me completely unable to keep up with the school's pace. I

didn't skip class simply because I had nowhere else to go and didn't want to worry my parents.

After getting used to school life, I gradually became bolder, and I decided to find a reason to rest.

I raised my hand.

Lingxiang: Teacher, I'm feeling very unwell. Can I rest in the health care room?

The teacher just glanced at me and then had the health care representative accompany me to the health care room.

Ms. Sachiko Mido, the school nurse, is one of the two most beautiful women in the school.

She's a stunning beauty loved by both male and female students, with fair skin, a delicate face, and

a tall figure exceeding 170 cm. She also possesses a well-proportioned bust and long, flowing black hair.

Rather than describing her as a vibrant rose, she's more like a fragrant lily.

If she wore a kimono, she would be the legendary Yamato Nadeshiko.

Today was the first time I'd seen her up close. Her voice and expressions subtly blended gentle maternal love with intelligent wisdom, creating a powerful presence that drew my attention.

After the school nurse left, Ms. Mido loosened my uniform tie, straightened my skirt,

helped me onto the bed, and gave me some medicine.

Just as I was preparing to rest, Ms. Mido leaned over and sat down beside the bed.

Sachiko: Teacher, I'm so lucky today! Ryoko came to the infirmary by herself, saving me the trouble of inviting her.

I thought for a moment. I've been very low-key since I entered school, and

I even deliberately wore a very old-fashioned triple braid. I doubt many people in my class even know me now. I've

never even met you, Teacher. You shouldn't need to see me, right?

Ryoko: Teacher, is there anything you need me for?

Sachiko: I'm conducting research on a course on educating girls, and I need your help, Ryoko.

Ryoko: Help? Educating girls? Sachiko

: Ryoko, do you know about chastity belts?

I almost jumped up in surprise. Of course I know about them; they're tools used by medieval parents to force girls to remain chaste.

I even considered trying to obtain it to solve my uncontrollable desires by shutting myself off.

But I can't admit I know about chastity belts right now, so I decided to play dumb.

Ryouka: Chastity belts mentioned in Western history? Medieval Europe…

Sachiko: No, no, it's the modern chastity belt.

I panicked a little and shouted it out.

Ryouka: I don't know anything about that kind of thing, it has nothing to do with me.

Sachiko: So that's the girl who masturbates in the staff restroom every day after class?

I was like a kitten stunned by car headlights, completely frozen in place.

Ryoka: I...I knew nothing about this.

The teacher took out a handkerchief.

Sachiko: Ryoka, do you recognize this handkerchief?

Sachiko: I spent tens of thousands of yen on a hidden camera to record you properly. Ryoka, do you want to see the developed photos?

I felt a chill run down my spine. What I thought was a foolproof spot had been tacked on and photographed

while I was masturbating. The teacher took out several photos from her pocket. The photos clearly showed me masturbating in the restroom, full of perverted images.

I trembled with fear, shrinking back involuntarily. I was utterly ruined; I was about to deeply hurt my loving parents again.

No, I couldn't let that happen.

Ryouka: Teacher, are you asking me to pay that price? Are you trying to sell me? I'm worthless.

Ryouka: My parents abandoned me long ago; they won't pay. Teacher, do whatever you want.

I crossed my arms, awaiting the teacher's verdict.

Sachiko: Ryouka, don't be afraid. As long as you do your research on educating girls well, I can return the photos to you.

Educating girls research? What kind of research is that? I've never heard of it.

Ryouka: Is it… is it that kind of research on educating girls?

Sachiko: Research on a new type of chastity belt. Girls like you, who can't control themselves, are most suitable for it.

Sachiko: Ryoko, you only need to wear the new-style chastity belt for a week and write down your thoughts to complete it.

I thought about it seriously. I didn't like being threatened, but I didn't want to hurt my parents anymore.

Perhaps this was a good opportunity for me to get rid of this life of masturbation.

Ryoko: Teacher, is that really enough? You don't need to imprison me in a cage?

Sachiko: Yes, this kind of experiment is only effective when it is conducted in real life.

Sachiko: Ryoko, please take off all your clothes.

I obediently took off all my clothes, and then the teacher used leather handcuffs to fix me to the height scale.

The first time I was restrained by someone using handcuffs brought me a strange feeling that rose from my heart.

I didn't feel disgusted at all, but rather a sense of security. I closed my eyes and handed myself over to the teacher.

The teacher meticulously measured my genitals with a nylon tape measure, like a thong.

Strangely, she also marked my three private parts with a pen.

Finally, she secured the tape at my waistline and precisely measured my waist circumference.

She repeated this measurement three times until I was completely exhausted.

When she finally untied me, I, who had never been restrained before, collapsed onto the bed in the infirmary and fell into a deep sleep.

When the teacher woke me, it was already time to leave school.

Before taking me out of the infirmary, she only told me to come to the infirmary first thing the next morning.

Because the incident had been exposed, I had no desire to masturbate that day, and after leaving the infirmary, I went straight home.

The next morning, the teacher took me back to the infirmary.

Sachiko: Ryoka, your personal chastity belt will be completed in a week. Ryoka, do you know its function?

I studied it back then, and I even considered it as my last salvation.

Although I never had the chance to try it, I can't admit it now. I shook my head.

Sachiko: Ryoka, since the Middle Ages, the important function of the chastity belt has been to help nuns in convents or noble girls fight their sexual desires.

Sachiko: To prevent girls from masturbating, to deprive them of the freedom to play with their bodies, and to protect girls' bodies.

Sachiko: Specifically designed to help girls like Ryoka who lack self-control.

Sachiko: So Ryoko, please don't feel uneasy. Try to accept its help, you know?

Accept the help of the chastity belt? Isn't this what I've wanted for so many years?

To find a manager who is willing to accept my pathology and help me get rid of it.

I nodded to my teacher, unable to say anything more.

But an unprecedented hope was gradually rising in my heart; I saw a glimmer of hope in overcoming masturbation.

In the days that followed, waiting for the chastity belt, I felt ashamed and pathetic because my masturbation was discovered, and

the guilt of having my freedom to play with my body taken away.

What terrified me was that, as the day of execution approached, I actually began to look forward to the day my freedom would be taken away.

I started fantasizing constantly about the day I'd be fitted with a chastity belt.

The intense anticipation made me feel dizzy and the days seemed to drag on forever.

With no mood and no place to do so, I went an entire week without masturbating—

something that hadn't happened since losing my older sister.

After a agonizing week of waiting, the day for the chastity belt finally arrived.

My genitals would finally be under the teacher's control; I would no longer have to fight the urge to masturbate.

As soon as class ended, I rushed to the ward with intense anticipation.

The teacher, seeing my extreme excitement, simply smiled and gently tapped my forehead. "

Sachiko: Really, Ryoka. Can't wait any longer?"

I blushed with shame and remained silent. After all, I'd been looking forward to it for a whole week.

The teacher took something that looked like metal pants out of the box.

Sachiko: This is a replica of a Belgian product, enhanced in every way. This is the latest model.

Sachiko: It's made of titanium and medical-grade colloid, making it lighter and smaller than the old-fashioned chastity belt.

Sachiko: And it's CNC-milled in one piece using high-precision equipment, so even without thigh rings, it can absolutely protect your genitals, Ryouko.

I stupidly nailed the metal block to myself. Its body resembled a thong, with colloid

-like protective strips along the edges of the steel plates, and an additional mesh-like semi-circular metal plate at the vagina and urethra.

There was a separate valve at the anus. The entire chastity belt displayed perfect, intricate curves, seemingly made entirely to fit the contours of my body.

It was simply a work of art. My lust was aroused by it; I was incredibly excited, and my lower body began to swell intensely.

Like a child seeing a new toy, I couldn't help but whine to my teacher.

Ryoko: Teacher, I want... I want it. Please give it to me.

The teacher smiled.

Sachiko: It seems your report, Ryoko, is quite something for me.

Sachiko: Come on, Ryoko, take off your clothes.

I rolled up my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and touched my private parts with my fingers,

thinking about how my lower body freedom was about to be taken away by the teacher.

I rubbed my clitoris vigorously with my fingers, bidding it a final farewell.

But before I reached my climax, the teacher stopped me from masturbating.

Sachiko: Ryoka, are you done saying goodbye to your genitals? We won't see each other again for a week.

Sachiko: Ryoka, you're such a bad girl, masturbating right in front of me.

After a week without masturbation, the pleasure I was finally about to experience was abruptly interrupted by my shame.

I could only suppress my lust and innocently nodded.

The teacher used a damp towel to clean my crotch, which was wet with my vaginal fluid, and inserted a metal chastity belt into my crotch,

tightening the metal belt along my waistline. Then, she threaded the T-shaped metal plate and the perforated thin plate through my crotch and fastened them to the steel belt.

The teacher then told me to tighten my stomach, and then used a padlock to fasten the steel belt.

Looking at this iron belt, I didn't feel much of a strange sensation.

Because the chastity belt perfectly conformed to the curves of my lower body, and it had a rubber-like material,

although it was very tight, it wasn't particularly uncomfortable.

I saw my urethra and labia peeking out from the gap of less than half a centimeter in the steel belt,

and a strange feeling rose within me—not quite pleasure, yet it felt very comfortable.

It was like a sense of relief after liberation.

The teacher then fastened the perforated steel sheet to the steel belt with a lock, and my private parts were completely sealed off.

I felt my labia and anus in close contact with the cold steel plate,

the coldness quickly cooling my sensuality.

I finally lost the freedom to masturbate, and a sense of liberation, as if a burden had been lifted, filled my heart.

I closed my eyes, savoring the sense of security I had lost since sixth grade.

Sachiko: Next, Ryoka, you need to adjust according to the friction.

The teacher's words pulled me back to reality from my emotional state and made me think of something important.

Ryoka: Teacher, how should I go to the toilet from now on?

Sachiko: Just urinate normally. If you accidentally get it dirty, just wipe it off immediately and dry it with a hairdryer.

Sachiko: If you want to defecate, just pull open the steel plate in your anus, and you can defecate normally.

Sachiko: Remember to wash it carefully every morning and evening. I'll adjust it several times before Ryoko gets used to it.

Ryoko: Do I need to wear the bra again?

Sachiko: No, remember to take it home. If Ryoko is worried about being exposed, you can wear a menstrual belt to cover it up.

Sachiko: Ryoko, come here, squat down and take a look. See if it's stuck.

When I squatted down, I noticed that the movement produced a slight metallic sound. Because the belt was designed with several curves to fit my body,

although it was fastened tightly at the waist and crotch, it didn't greatly hinder my movement.

Apart from the weight, it wasn't more uncomfortable than a menstrual belt.

Sachiko: It seems the size of the chastity belt is correct. Keep up the good work.

I observed my waist as I walked out of the rehabilitation room.

I went to a secluded spot and tapped my stomach with my hand; the chastity belt made a firm, resonant sound.

Each step I took caused slight friction against my genitals, along with a feeling of weight,

and I was consciously aware of the slight contact between the thong and my anus.

Perhaps I'd grown accustomed to it, because after my hour-long commute home, this feeling of unease disappeared.

Back home, I changed into casual clothes, then went to the bathroom in shorts.

Entering the toilet, I tightened the belt and sat on the toilet to try urinating.

However, the shame of wearing shorts prevented me from urinating immediately .

After much effort, I finally managed to loosen my genitals and let the urine flow out.

But I felt like I had wet my pants as a child; my entire genitals were soaked in hot urine, feeling both hot and itchy. Even

after I stopped urinating, the urine kept leaking out of my pants, and I couldn't get it clean no matter how many times I wiped.

I tried to dry myself with a towel, but the chastity pants were tightly fastened to my genitals,

making it impossible for me to even insert half a finger, let alone a towel.

Under the intimidating power of the anti-masturbation board, I couldn't touch my private parts at all, and of course, I couldn't clean them.

The extreme humiliation of being 18 years old and still wetting my pants made me feel incredibly sad.

Desperate, I could only manage a quick shower, but the chastity belt only allowed my fingers to barely slip inside, making it impossible to dry with a towel.

Finally, I had to use a hairdryer to slowly dry my genitals. Now I truly understood the cruelty of the chastity belt.

Perhaps because my genitals were already wet, I was acutely aware of its presence whenever I stopped moving

. I could only try to distract myself by reading or doing my homework.

But if I didn't wash my genitals with cold water for an hour or two, the itching and burning stinging sensation would relentlessly assault me. This feeling of unfulfilled desire was driving me crazy.

In the end, I forced myself to go to bed to try and forget about it.

But I quickly realized I was wrong. The belt was so tight around my waist and groin that sleeping on

my side caused my genitals to become sensual due to the pressure.

In the end, I had to use a cloth to cushion my waist and sleep on my back to minimize the pressure.

As a result, I was tormented by sexual desire all night and couldn't sleep at all.

I could only suppress my aroused but unsatisfied sexual desire until dawn.

I continued my struggle in the bathroom early the next morning, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't completely clean myself up.

I could only use toilet paper to absorb as much urine as possible before going to school.

After a night of friction with the chastity belt, my genitals were now extremely sensitive.

The friction of walking felt like masturbation to me, so

I decided to arrive at school earlier than usual and get to the infirmary before anyone else arrived.

With a hint of skepticism, I gently knocked on the infirmary door. Would the teacher be here so early?

The teacher quickly opened the door.

"Ryoko: Good morning, teacher! You're here so early today."

"Sachiko: I have to stay here temporarily for Ryoko's chastity belt experiment. Ryoko, you really are here so early."

My impression of the teacher was gradually changing. It seemed she was genuinely doing research,

not just trying to bully me.

"Sachiko: When do you have PE class, Ryoko?"

"Ryoko: The day after tomorrow."

Sachiko: Ryoko, you need to come earlier tomorrow, okay?

I nodded.

Ryoko: Teacher, could you please help me temporarily untie my chastity belt? I can't clean that area, it's so itchy there.

Sachiko: No, Ryoko, you need to get used to it as soon as possible. This is an important experiment. Overcome it with willpower.

Sachiko: And I said I wouldn't untie it unless it would harm Ryoka's body.

Then the teacher kicked me out of the infirmary.

My baseless fantasy was shattered in less than a day. The chastity belt wasn't such a wonderful thing;

it was a torture device used to punish girls for promiscuity.

For the next while, I could only try to ignore the feeling of the chastity belt and the waves of itching in my lower body,

trying to treat it like my usual shoes and hat.

The belt and thong tightly wrapped around my body kept sending intense itching sensations through my groin and waist.

The frustration of wanting to grab it but not being able to left me in a state of extreme unease.

My face was flushed and my heart was pounding; I couldn't stop my legs from trembling and my breathing was labored.

Perhaps noticing my abnormality, the teacher suddenly called on me to come up to the front and answer a question.

I walked to the podium with shaky steps, the metal belt rattling incessantly,

the metallic clanging like thunder in my ears. I was terrified someone would notice.

I stood on the sacred altar, attempting to answer, yet beneath my uniform lay an irresistible metal shackle—

how absurd!

The stares of everyone gave me a powerful sense of transgression, freezing my thoughts, and my hand holding the chalk involuntarily stopped.

The teacher asked, "Is this the correct answer? You should pay attention in class and not let your mind wander." I felt incredibly embarrassed .

I couldn't believe I was aroused in such a humiliating situation.

I could feel my genitals were completely wet. I could only lower my head, clamp my legs together, and quickly return to my seat.

I felt that my chastity belt was leaking vaginal fluid. I regretted not wearing a menstrual belt.

What would I do if it leaked outside my skirt?

A strong sense of immorality, anxiety, and fear of being discovered mixed together into a sweet pleasure.

I truly hated my pathetic body.

Trapped in my personal cage, my life had been completely changed by the chastity belt. To avoid aggravating the stimulation in my genitals,

I couldn't do anything even during breaks; I could only sit quietly in my seat.

I kept using the time to go to the bathroom and cool my desire with an ice towel.

My flushed face, sudden panting, and slightly trembling body

aroused the curiosity of my classmates, who kept asking about my body.

[Lingxiang, your face is so red, do you want to go to the health room?]

I could only shake my head at my classmates, enduring the pain, continuing to be tormented by my sexual desire until the end of the day's classes.

As soon as class ended, I rushed home and into the bathroom, jumping into the cold water to cool my private parts.

But because my clitoris and labia had been rubbing against my waistband all day, my private parts were already red, and

the intense sensation in my sensitive lower body made it impossible for me to calm down even when I sat down to do my homework.

I came to realize that the chastity belt didn't just seal away desire; it simultaneously incited lust and instilled a strong sense of masochism.

It relentlessly and cruelly stimulated my libido, the vaginal fluids circulating within the chastity belt

until finally, like a dam bursting, the fluids overflowed from the edge.

I rushed to the bathroom, wanting to soothe myself with my fingers, but the tight metal held me back.

I tried to pry it open with a sharp object, but I could do nothing but add scratches.

In the end, I could only violently shake my body on the toilet, pulling at the chastity belt, trying to derive pleasure from the friction between my clitoris and the metal.

But the meticulously crafted chastity belt held me tightly to my genitals, completely immovable, giving me no chance.

My body and mind were torn apart by intense desire, pounding wildly like a white fish.

After 20 minutes of frantic beating, my heart reached its limit, and I began to gasp for breath.

Exhausted, I clenched my teeth and stopped shaking. I used willpower to stop the attempt to masturbate.

I slumped onto the toilet, letting my body slowly cool down.

Then I filled the tub with cold water and stepped into the bathtub to cool myself. Instinctively,

I reached down to touch my genitals, but only felt cold, hard metal.

I had truly been utterly deprived of the freedom of my private parts.

My life from now on will be dominated by a hell of nihilistic pleasure.

Whether in class, commuting to school, or traveling with friends, I can't escape it.

Modern chastity belts are truly terrifying things. My teacher's words kept coming to mind:

they are used to rob one of the freedom to control one's desires.

If I don't think of a solution, I might not even make it through tonight, let alone a week.

I decided to use a method I had used before, based on information I had read about.

In the Middle Ages, chastity belts were used to train nuns, a practice known as forced orgasm, where the orgasm ultimately turned into extreme pain.

The goal was to psychologically link pain with masturbation, thus making the wearer actively suppress their desires.

I sighed, climbed out of the bathtub, and dried myself with a towel.

I went back to my room, found my long-unworn workout clothes, put them on, and headed for the door.

I told my parents I was leaving and ran outside. I hadn't run since that incident in my third year of junior high.

But I knew that at times like this, all I had to do was exhaust myself.

As I ran, I expected the intense friction in my genitals to bring pleasure, then pain, and finally complete numbness.

But I found that the chastity pants fit my body perfectly,

and with normal steps and angles, there was absolutely no discomfort.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread about the advancements in technology.

I ran for over an hour until I was completely exhausted and slowly walked home.

I took another cold shower and then went straight to bed.

Although I still involuntarily reached my hand into my nightgown, I was mercilessly stopped by the iron plate of the chastity belt.

After a day of torment, my lower body was numb, allowing me to fall asleep early.

The next morning, I rushed to the rehabilitation room, wanting to tell the teacher that I wanted to cancel the appointment.

Even if my parents scolded me, I had to break free of the restraints. I had reached my limit.

Ryoko: Teacher, please help me remove the chastity belt; I can't take it anymore. This is torture; I can't live like this.

Sachiko: When Ryoko agreed to have the chastity belt put on, she agreed that, except for adjustments, she must be locked up the rest of the time.

Sachiko: This is aversion therapy. As long as you endure it, Ryoko, your body will not respond to pleasure in the future.

Sachiko: Please be patient until the third day; you should get used to it.

When the teacher rejected my request, citing that it could completely cure my masturbation problem,

my resolve wavered. Should I give up this golden opportunity?

No, I had to persevere.

Giving up on resistance, I could only leave the infirmary with a heavy heart.

The day's running, combined with the accumulated urine, sweat, and vaginal fluids inside the chastity belt, had made my condition even worse.

My previous knowledge told me that

even with a chastity belt, inadequate hygiene could easily lead to infection.

Moreover, I hadn't removed my hair or cleaned daily. Sooner or later, a serious genital infection would develop.

The tingling and itching I was experiencing now was a clear indication that this was no joke.

Seeing stories of medieval women dying in agony from genital sores in the library during high school sent chills down my spine.

However, the tough titanium metal chastity belt was impossible for me to break, even with hand tools.

The intricate ring lock was also beyond my amateurish unlocking skills.

I could only continue to endure the fear in my heart and the numb and itchy sensation in my lower body,

constantly wiping away the lustful fluid that seeped from the chastity belt, which resembled incontinence, with a towel.

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