Without warning, another gush of diarrhea erupts from Lyliana's bowels. This time, it's even more copious than before. The room fills with the cacophony of liquid splashing against the floor, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of her stomach emptying itself out.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and she clenches her teeth so hard they nearly crack under the strain.

Lyliana whimpers pitifully, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mess continues to spread across the floor. She feels like a complete failure, unable to even control her own bodily functions without causing a scene.

"Y-yes... Master," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm s-so sorry for making such a m-mess..."