Haru found it hard to fathom his situation. His limbs were tied and fastened to a post, with two dominatrix-like women looming over him, claiming that they had a once-in-a-lifetime gift for him. As he opened his mouth in compliance, one of them relieved herself, with her hot excrement flowing freely from her tight rectum. The room was filled with a pungent odor, a mix of old fish and sour rice, and the women laughed at Haru’s reaction to his newfound diet. With his mouth now covered in fecal matter, they flipped him over, forcing him to mash the waste that had fallen to the floor. Despite the painful lashes he had received, Haru’s body inexplicably yearned for more.