You can’t stop watching the moment they mention it. She laughs. Looks down. She knows what’s coming. Yuzu sits there, shy… until she lifts her blouse. Her soft belly comes out. Her navel stretches wide, horizontal, deep, dark. Not normal. Not clean. A hollow that pulls your eyes in. She presses around it. Spreads it open. Shows you. Slow. No rush. There’s something inside. She starts with a cotton swab. Up. Down. Side to side. Each movement goes deeper. More precise. She pulls it out… and shows it to you. No explanation needed. She giggles when they tell her to smell it. But she keeps going. Deeper now. Slower. More aware of every sensation. The finger replaces the swab. Small taps. Subtle reactions. Then more hands. Oil. Contact. Her belly responds. So does she. And just when you think that’s it… she starts filling it with cotton swabs. One. Another. And another. Her navel takes them easily. Each swab pushing further inside. Pressure. Stretch. They stack. Cross. Disappear into that hollow. Until there’s no space left. Until you see it completely packed. Now you know what’s inside. The question is why you can’t look away. (200724_01)
