“...Go over there, kneel, and face the wall.”
First, let's get Cheongwol out of the way.
She's a distraction.
In this situation, even handling just Dang Soran is making it hard to breathe, so with Cheongwol right there beside , there's no way I can focus.
It's tough enough rolling with one; you want to handle two at once?
Besides, I always thought SM was sothing that shouldn't have an audience.
Outdoor exposure and outdoor walks are major SM plays too... but even those are fundantally about hiding rather than revealing.
The thrill only works if no one else knows, if you don't get caught.
A secretive, taboo act that no one should ever see.
That's what gives it aning—doing it in secret.
But with Cheongwol watching the whole ti...?
...No thanks.
Maybe that's why I prefer SM play just between two people even more.
Every ti Cheongwol's gaze lands on , it makes uncomfortable.
Her eyes seem to say sothing like this.
'I told you to humiliate her and chase her out, right? I'll watch how much you do. Rember what you did to ?' ...Sothing like that.
Looking at them, they just seem like sworn enemies.
If Cheongwol had lost in the spar, she would've broken, but since Dang Soran lost, now Dang Soran is the one shaking.
In the original story, Cheongwol ends up killing Dang Soran.
On top of that, there's this order to tornt Dang Soran even more and drive her away.
But I can't do that to Dang Soran.
I don't want to die.
The Tang Clan of Sichuan is famous for never forgetting a grudge. I have zero desire to get on their bad side.
I have to stake my life on controlling the intensity.
So, to make sure no one has any complaints, it seems best to keep Cheongwol from seeing this play altogether.
As long as her gaze is there, I won't be able to focus on Dang Soran either.
“...What?”
“Go over there, kneel, and face the wall.”
Once I got a bit honest with my emotions, part of just wanted to punish her.
You got off easy, really. I've been losing hair for days because of you.
Go face the wall. I don't have ti to deal with you.
And please, just behave today.
“...Why is Senior Dang sitting in the chair while I have to kneel—”
“—Forgot the rules already?”
That was code for: if you don't like it, get out.
“...”
A flash of betrayal crossed Cheongwol's eyes.
As if she never imagined I'd say sothing like that to her.
...This girl really is a masochist.
I'm offering to spare you the humiliation and sha, and you react like this...?
Scary, scary...
“...O...kay.”
Not wanting to leave, Cheongwol turned her body with a reluctant expression, moving cautiously.
Her footsteps toward the wall sohow looked forlorn.
They were straight, but her shoulders seed slumped, and her movents were slow.
Dang Soran and I watched her shuffle along.
Cheongwol paused briefly facing the wall, then lowered herself alone in the corner, kneeling rigidly.
Her expression was hidden behind her black hair, but the emotions weighing on her back were palpable.
Still, I had to ignore it.
...But she actually obeyed.
“...This... doesn't make sense.”
Dang Soran whispered quietly.
She couldn't comprehend my command, nor Cheongwol following it.
“...Young Master, what exactly have you been doing here...?”
I looked at Dang Soran and countered.
“Why? Don't want to?”
Dang Soran started to open her mouth but stopped, realizing sothing as she pressed her lips together slightly.
“...O...kay.”
“'Okay' but you complain anyway.”
“...”
I let out a deep internal sigh and pulled out the prepared rope.
My heart was pounding. I secretly wiped away a bead of sweat from my forehead.
Dang Soran eyed the rope in my hand warily.
She'd been sowhat relaxed until just now, but now she was on full alert.
I spoke as calmly as possible.
“First, I'm tying your arms to the chair. That's fine, right?”
“Why tie my arms...!”
I expected that reaction.
But no need to explain.
“...Don't want to?”
“Ugh...!”
Dang Soran bit her lip briefly, glanced at Cheongwol still facing the wall, and answered.
“...O...kay.”
Like she was thinking, since Cheongwol obeyed , it must an sothing.
Her desperation to resolve her heart demon peeked through in that short reply.
But still.
This is just regular rope—even a bit of internal energy would snap it.
A first-class martial artist could break free anyti they wanted, so why react so sensitively?
Is the very fact of physical restraint enough to trigger such instinctive rejection?
And yet, strangely, it tickles sothing in too.
Dang Soran resists on the surface, saying she hates it, but says 'okay' with her mouth.
Of course, 'okay' doesn't really an she likes it... but that duality stirs so instinct in .
I started tying Dang Soran's arms to the chair's armrests.
Gently, gently.
I repeated to myself inwardly.
Tie too tight, and she'll have marks like kiss bruises tomorrow.
Not going that far.
Just enough to prevent sudden movents.
I finished the left side first, then moved to tie the right arm.
Turning my head, I caught Cheongwol sidelong glancing at .
Watching with a dissatisfied look.
As if she didn't like this treatnt.
Suddenly, I felt scared, but I couldn't back down.
“Didn't I say face the wall?”
“...”
“...Acting up more than usual today?”
Whoosh.
Only then did Cheongwol turn back to the wall.
Dang Soran looked back and forth between and Cheongwol.
And in that fleeting mont, the corner of Dang Soran's mouth twitched up.
“...”
“...”
Both she and I noticed it at the sa ti.
...Look at her?
Sothing's definitely off with this girl? It's a side I never saw in the original.
But that's actually good. Maybe my approach is more fitting.
It's easier to punish her if she's not completely innocent.
I let out a hollow chuckle and asked.
“...Still think this is a joke?”
It is a joke. But if I laugh, it'll ruin the mood...
Should I tie tighter to make her take it seriously?
Dang Soran rolled her neck, hiding her smile again. By then, her arms were fully secured to the chair.
I had Dang Soran bound to the chair and looked down at her from in front.
To look at , Dang Soran had to crane her neck way back.
“...Young Master, is this it?”
Dang Soran asked.
“...I still don't get it, and I feel nothing.”
I brought over a small wooden footrest and placed it in front of her legs.
“Put your legs up.”
“Okay.”
A quicker reply this ti.
Dang Soran's legs went up onto the footrest.
I began tying both legs together.
This ti, she squird a little.
Every ti my fingers brushed her thighs or calves, she flinched, as if repulsed.
I finished tying her up and caught my breath.
So far, the binding went smoothly enough.
Now for the next part...
“...”
“...Young Master?”
I had a plan, but do I really have to do this?
I really don't want to. I'm really scared.
No idea if my prediction will hit or flop.
Like with Cheongwol, it's ti to gamble.
Jump in once more.
If Dang Soran hates it like crazy, it's over. If she endures a bit, I buy ti.
With a prayer to the heavens, I flipped the coin.
And looked at Dang Soran's feet.
Dang Soran wore delicate silk shoes embroidered with fine green thread.
Worlds apart from the straw sandals a lowly guy like wears.
Their elegant, prim curves felt like a warning: 'Don't you dare touch .'
Sothing I couldn't afford even after a year at the Leather Room.
...But right now, no ti to worry about that.
I reached out, pressed her ankle, and gripped the shoe lightly.
Dang Soran startled and shouted.
“Wait—!”
Whoosh!
I yanked off the shoe before she could stop .
“What are you doing?!”
In an instant, her bound leg revealed a soft, pale foot.
Unlike civilized modern Korea, I hadn't seen many feet in this Central Plains.
People don't take off shoes when entering hos here.
Maybe I'd seen the uncles' twisted, dirty feet.
But a young lady's foot? First ti.
It was small and cute.
Toenails not too big. The ball of the foot plump and adorable. Skin soft.
As a hidden part never exposed, Dang Soran's foot was still pure white.
Embarrassed, she curled her toes tight.
But with arms and legs bound, she couldn't hide anything more.
That embarrassed look is what I want to see, but no ti to savor it now.
Gotta do it. Gotta go!
For the later carrot to be sweeter, swing the whip now.
Create the drop. Give her humiliation.
A good guy gets flak for one slip-up; a bad guy gets praise for one good deed.
I decided to be the bad guy first.
I slowly lifted her silk shoe.
Dang Soran's cheeks flushed red as she watched.
As if anticipating what was coming.
“What... what are you...”
Cheongwol was staring at now too. Eyes wide open.
But I didn't stop.
Slowly, very slowly.
I brought the shoe to my nose.
“Sniiiiif...”
And inhaled deeply with exaggerated breathing.
“You're insane!!”
Dang Soran scread. Face full of genuine shock.
...Why does it sll like herbs?
But I couldn't say that.
“...Acting all prim and proper.”
I smirked mockingly.
Dang Soran's face twisted in sha.
“...Kinda funky sll?”
Content Warning: This chapter contains BDSM-thed content involving consensual non-consent play, humiliation, and restraint. Reader discretion advised.
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