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Chapter 38 by Rasun Rasun

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PISS DRINKING

As Noah delved into the most challenging aspect of Edward's training – the act of consuming waste – he approached the task with a delicate balance of empathy and necessity. Understanding the discomfort and revulsion that Edward must have felt, Noah proceeded with caution, knowing that this particular lesson required a gentle touch.

"Edward," Noah began, his voice soft but resolute, "I understand that what I'm about to ask of you is difficult. But as a toilet ****, it is imperative that you learn to perform all aspects of your duties with proficiency and obedience."

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Edward nodded hesitantly, his throat constricting with unease. The thought of consuming waste filled him with a visceral sense of repulsion, and he struggled to suppress the urge to gag.

Sensing Edward's distress, Noah offered a reassuring smile, his eyes brimming with understanding. "I know it's not easy," he murmured sympathetically, "but trust me when I say that with time and practice, you'll become accustomed to it."

With trembling hands, Edward reluctantly took the cup containing the foul liquid, his stomach churning with apprehension. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for the inevitable, steeling his resolve to endure whatever was to come.

With a deep breath, Edward raised the cup to his lips, the acrid smell assaulting his senses as he took a hesitant sip. Immediately, his stomach rebelled, and he fought against the overwhelming urge to retch.

But Noah was there by his side, offering words of encouragement and support. "You can do this, Edward," he urged gently. "Remember why you're doing this – for the sake of your master and the honor of your station."

Summoning every ounce of willpower he possessed, Edward **** himself to swallow, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. Though he struggled against the instinctive urge to resist, he knew that he had **** but to press on.

And as he swallowed the last bitter drop, a sense of pride swelled within him – not for the act itself, but for the strength and determination it took to overcome his own aversion.

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