A small bottle and a small plastic object Makoto can't identify.

(Chapter originally by MidnightWisher at writing.com)

Aside from the note, the bag contained a small bottle (small enough to easily fit inside the palm of her hand) and a small plastic object that Makoto couldn’t quite identify. It looked strange to her. It had a narrow, rounded point that grew to about an inch at its widest part, before immediately shrinking to a size even narrower than the tip before it flared out to what appeared to be its base. Makoto’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at it. What exactly was she supposed to do with this? She spent a good minute staring at the object, hoping it would reveal its purpose to her. It didn’t. It wasn’t that big, probably only around three inches long at most, so there couldn’t be too much it could be used for. And what was the bottle for? She stared at both items and tried to figure out how they were related. When she couldn’t, she turned her attention to the note, hoping it would give her some clarity.

Hello Makoto Niijima,

I’m sure a good girl with boring taste in underwear like yourself is absolutely confused at what you are holding. You see, it’s a toy many adults enjoy playing with. And, who knows, maybe after today you might enjoy it as well. It’s called a butt plug. You’re a smart girl, so I’m sure you can guess where it goes and what it does. Your new task is to insert that butt plug into your anus before the train arrives at Akihabara station. Once you have the butt plug in, return everything else back into the bag and put the bag under your seat. When the train arrives in Akihabara, you will get off and receive your next assignment. It’s that easy. And we were even kind enough to make it even easier for you. Inside the bottle is some lubricant for you to put on the plug to help it glide right in. Of course, we only provided enough to get the job done, so if you waste it you’ll have to find something else to use.

Have fun,

Mr. Words

P.S. If you ask nicely, we might even consider letting you keep the butt plug as a souvenir.

Makoto’s face turned scarlet and her butt clenched. If Makoto didn’t have enough reasons to hate Mr. Words before, she certainly did now. First, he made her throw away her panties, then he continued to insult said panties, and now… “He expects me to put this thing in my…” Makoto shook her head, her gaze returning to the two objects sitting on her lap. How could they expect her to do something like that, especially when there were other people on the train? At that moment, she remembered just what she had sitting out in the open for everyone to see and scrambled to put them back into the bag. She glanced around red-faced to see if anyone noticed. The train car wasn’t crowded but there was a fair number of people on board. Despite that, it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed her plight. She hoped it stayed that way. As Makoto sat there, blush refusing to subside, she tried to think about what she could do.