These weren't random purchases. He had a rationale.
The enema kit needs no explanation. Although Himeno had a disposable one, considering Power's comfort and overall experience, he bought a nicer kit—at least it would be more comfortable and hygienic.
The laxatives were to be used if, after the enema, the Tiger Talisman still didn't come out—dose Power directly to maximize the success rate.
As for the anesthetic… heh. It's prescription-only; ordinary pharmacies won't sell it.
Su Tang found a local "black" doctor and paid a hefty price for it.
After all, this was for work. Any extra money would be Valon's anyway.
The anesthetic was a contingency plan. If neither the enema nor the laxatives could get the talisman out, he would have to anesthetize and perform a simple, small open-belly procedure.
Ideally he would also have bought a unit of blood to replenish Power, but in a world where devils wreak havoc almost daily, blood bags are especially precious—hospitals are short, and he couldn't get any. The black doctor didn't have them either.
So if it really came to cutting, Su Tang figured he'd just let Power drink some of his own blood—consider it a donation.
With that, he finished arranging everything. Looking at Power seated on the toilet, he said evenly, "Take it off."
"Ah—Mr. Su Tang, really take it off?! Letting this filthy woman expose herself to you? Isn't that letting her take advantage? Ahhhh!"
The first to object to Su Tang's words was not Power but Denji-ko.
The short-haired blonde wore an expression like she'd been cuckolded to her face, hands to her cheeks, howling.
Su Tang shot her a helpless glance and sighed. "Be normal. Don't have a fit here."
Do you think you're Hammurabi—proclaiming law wherever you stand?
After a pause, he still explained aloud: "Power swallowed something very important to me. We need to get it out now."
"Something important to Mr. Su Tang? Then why not just open her belly and take it out?" Denji-ko stopped having a fit and said in a tone of pure puzzlement: "That filthy woman won't die anyway. She was just… uh, attacked by the Perineum Devil thirty-four times!"
"Damn human! You cheated! If the first kick had been from the great me, I would have won!"
Power, who had been spacing out, snapped awake and turned, face flushed, to argue her case.
Would Denji-ko indulge her?
Seeing the two about to launch another "perineum war," Su Tang couldn't take it.
"Listen…"
"Power, Miss Makima sold you to me. Strictly speaking, during your off-duty hours, you belong to me. What, you don't want Miss Makima to call you in for a scolding tomorrow, do you?"
That name was an instant finisher.
For some reason, though Power acted like the heavens were first and she was second, she was scared to death of Makima.
Perhaps that was Makima's charisma.
Su Tang had a touch of interest in that, but not much. He was more concerned about the Tiger Talisman right now.
"Fine then, I'll take it off."
Power pouted and grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it up.
"Don't take the top off," Su Tang sighed. Then he watched two round things drop out all at once.
Power let the hem fall back down; it was obvious that the place that had been bulging now had only the faintest curve.
"Eh." Denji-ko curiously picked the two pieces up from the floor, squeezed them, then put them to her nose and sniffed. "The filthy woman's boobs fell off!"
In a sense, not wrong.
Su Tang rubbed his forehead. So Power wasn't just the Blood Fiend—she was also the "Padding Fiend," huh.
"Tch, such a fuss."
Power put on an air of nonchalance, snatched her pads back from Denji-ko, and stuffed them in again. "I've had enough of this bathroom. When can I leave?!"
"Soon." Su Tang glanced at Denji-ko. "Flip Power over, then pull her pants down to the crook of her knees."
Meanwhile he was pre-heating the enema kit and about to pour in the saline.
Power didn't want to cooperate, but the residual authority of the name Makima still had her going through with it, face full of reluctance.
Su Tang looked and chuckled. The posture and expression reminded him of certain children getting their buttocks prepped for a shot.
When the temperature felt about body-warm, he shut off the heater and handed the soft tube at the end of the enema to Denji-ko, instructing, "You know where to insert this, right?"
"Uh-huh." Denji-ko nodded on reflex, then exclaimed, "Eh? Me?"
"Who else? Me?" Su Tang was mixing the enema solution to the proper ratio off to the side, not even lifting his head.
He had no interest in Power's butt and wouldn't feel aroused or anything from it.
First, professional ethics as a doctor; second… he wasn't into "backdoor" at all—in fact, he had a slight aversion.
He understood and respected others' love of this special play; likewise, he hoped others would understand and respect his dislike of it.
On the path of tastes, let each be beautiful in their own way; harmony without uniformity.
"Alright, then I'm—coming in!"
Denji-ko, on the contrary, got excited. She took the tube and pushed it in at once!
Su Tang's eyelid twitched. Although he'd slathered plenty of lubricant on the tip, that much force was a bit unnecessary…
She shouldn't feel pain, though.
Sure enough, Power didn't show any obvious reaction—just that her face suddenly flushed, her lips parted slightly, as if she couldn't help but cry out.
"Don't cry out," Su Tang said quickly.
"Why can't the great me cry out!" Power's attention shifted to Su Tang at once. The horns on her head seemed to grow redder. "You won't even let the great me cry out! Damn human!"
"The soundproofing here isn't great. It'll cause problems." While calmly adding water to the enema, Su Tang guided Power's attention. "If you can hold it in and not cry out, I'll grant you any one condition afterwards."
"Any one?" Power was tempted.
"Of course. As is known to all, I am the most faithful to my word," Su Tang nodded. "Any one condition that I agree to."
"Hmph, then just you wait! The great me will have you grant me my freedom!"
Power gritted through that subtle bodily sensation, trembling with clenched teeth.
"Alright, you don't need to grit your teeth. We're done."
Time always flies during talk therapy. Su Tang didn't make her endure long. He pulled the tube out directly.
An octagonal object dropped to the floor with a thud.
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