“I told you, didn’t I? I’ll take responsibility for you...”
“That, that’s not what I ant...!”
“Why not? And if I’m going to take responsibility for you, shouldn’t you beco my possession in return?”
Pak!
Cheongwol roughly shoved the collar into my arms.
“P-Possession?! Why should I beco your possession...!”
The Ei Sect blended strong Buddhist and Daoist temperants.
And among the things most taboo in Daoism was coercion.
These were people who pursued a freedom as fluid as flowing water.
That was why the word “possession” must have struck her as the ultimate humiliation.
...Or not?
Anyone would feel repulsed by that.
Co to think of it, this is SM play.
While I was mulling that over, Cheongwol pressed on.
“And y-you, what gives you the right...! A re Leather Room owner like you... daring to...!”
That was perfectly reasonable.
And even putting that aside, she had a point.
As she said, the gap in our levels was imnse.
No need to bring up the Seven Heavens of the Demonic Cult.
Right here and now, it didn’t make sense.
Ei Sect’s second-generation disciple Cheongwol, who drew crowds just by appearing... and , a nobody fiddling with leather on the outskirts of Mount Ei.
...But I ca looking for her, didn’t I?
Plus, I had no choice...!
What SM gear could you even buy in this city besides a collar?
Do you know how much I had to squeeze my pockets just to get this?
An inn? As if I have money for that...!
Even renting an inn would be a problem.
All sorts of noises would echo through these thin walls.
What kind of quiet SM play is even possible?
Conversation is essential to set the mood, but in an environnt where even voices can’t be hidden... better out in the open.
To hide a tree, hide it in the forest—better in the bustling city streets teeming with crowds.
Plus, without other tools, the intensity is bound to ramp up.
Binding with ropes, whipping, blindfolding, gagging, and so on...
With tools, you can play in fun ways without needing high intensity.
But with no tools at all, the intensity spikes to compensate for the lack of stimulation.
Take holidays back ho: with phones, ga consoles, or TVs, you pass ti innocently... but with nothing, you end up drinking, playing cards, and gambling.
So, no inn.
I was in a position to satisfy Cheongwol right now.
I knew she’d been intensely angry at lately, just as she’d said.
Last session, I couldn’t control the intensity.
Then she caught trying to run.
And she even saw sneaking peeks at the brothel.
I was one step away from total disaster.
That might be why my mind was sharper and calr today.
Today, I had to serve her properly.
I needed to soothe her anger sohow.
Too low intensity wouldn’t do, nor too high.
A mountain of carrots was ready right in front of my throat.
Throw those carrots right, and I could pull off this collar play nicely.
“F-First... l-like I said, let’s move sowhere else and... think about it.”
Cheongwol finally whispered in embarrassnt.
I shook my head.
“Move where? Today’s play starts right here.”
“W-What?”
“Why worry so much? You’re wearing a face veil. No one will know it’s you. It’ll be safe.”
“Starting right here...! W-What does that even an...! And how is it safe...!”
Cheongwol leaned back further.
Her back hit the wall.
I pressed in closer.
“...Don’t you trust ? That it’ll be safe?”
“...H-How can I trust you, Shop Owner? Have you forgotten everything from before? A-And what exactly are you planning to do... o-outside where people can see...”
At that, I took a step back.
“This is all I prepared. If you don’t like it, forget it. If you can’t trust , then don’t.”
“Eungh...! Y-You always...!”
“I’m not forcing anything. It’s your choice.”
Cheongwol froze for a long mont.
Her shoulders slumped in confusion, head bowed.
The only thing with any strength left was the collar shoved into my arms.
...Tuk.
Then, the tension drained from Cheongwol’s trembling arm.
...But in her hand, she still clutched the collar tightly.
A shiver ran up my spine.
I knew that was her choice—not letting go.
“You made the right choice.”
I whispered without missing the beat.
Then gently took the collar from her hand.
Strike while the iron’s hot.
“Lift your neck.”
Cheongwol glanced up at briefly... then turned her head aside.
“N-No... I won’t.”
I lifted her face veil and hooked it over her bamboo hat.
Her face needed to be visible first.
“...Eungh.”
As her face ca into view, Cheongwol hid it even more.
Even so, I could see her flushed cheeks.
That mix of panic and sha looked sohow defenseless—above all, human.
There was no trace of the murderer’s cruelty in her eyes or expression.
Instead, it was the fragile, confused face of a woman just two years younger than .
“Show your neck, Wol.”
I said carefully. Cheongwol gave no reply. Her hesitation ca through clear.
I added,
“Should we stop?”
Realizing she’d gotten angry knowing I’d only seen Dang Soran, I...
“...I don’t need to do this just with you, anyway.”
...threw in so provocation.
That’s why I could provoke her like this—provocation gives masochists an excuse.
The sadist said it, so I had no choice.
“Eungh...!”
Cheongwol clenched her fists, grinding her teeth.
ntioning Dang Soran had hit the mark.
There was definitely so rivalry between them.
Just bringing up Dang Soran sharpened her expression in an instant.
I tensed, thinking she might punch with that fist, but thankfully, she didn’t.
Cheongwol squeezed her eyes shut.
Then, like stripping away her last shield, she slowly raised her head amid trembling breaths.
Her pale, slender neck—perfectly sized to fit in my hand—was exposed.
The neck, a human’s weakness.
Cheongwol had bared it to herself.
Please put the collar on , it seed to say.
The mont I saw that vulnerable neck, I froze despite myself.
...She’d really co around after all that persuasion.
I hadn’t been sure it would work, but it did.
Blood rushed to my head, making it ring.
One slip, and I’d get a nosebleed.
This is insane, for real.
Is this the thrill for Cheongwol too?
In this stuffy Central Plains, monts like this hit too hard.
I steadied my pounding heart.
Then, as gently as possible—like an old lover fastening a necklace—I clasped the collar around her neck.
Cheongwol flinched at the feel of it but kept exposing that white neck to .
I fastened the simple collar and attached the leash.
Right after, I stepped back to take in Cheongwol’s appearance.
Her hands were hidden behind her back like she was concealing them.
Her legs were crossed in sha.
Her head was turned aside in humiliation... but around her neck was a clear collar.
My hand and her neck were connected by the leash.
Cheongwol bit her lip hard, still trembling.
Sha had her rooted in place.
“...Open your eyes.”
She needed to see this too.
It ant nothing if she didn’t.
At my whisper, Cheongwol’s eyelids slowly rose.
“...Ah!”
Seeing the collar around her own neck—whether from the despair of losing so part of her dignity,
Or shock at becoming a dog instead of a human...
She suddenly crumpled to the ground.
Burying her face in her knees, she whispered,
“No... no... this isn’t... this isn’t ... I... if the Sect Leader saw like this...”
I couldn’t let her degrade herself.
Tak!
For the first ti, I gave the collar a light tug.
It wasn’t hard.
But it was enough.
The fragile feel of Cheongwol’s body transmitted through my fingertips.
...Never dread the partner would be Cheongwol, but what a sensation I’d fantasized about in dreams.
“Ah!”
Cheongwol looked up at along the leash.
Her eyes held clear panic, but also sothing else.
Was it because she’s a masochist? Or do I just want to believe that?
There seed to be faint excitent in her gaze.
A dark pleasure in being dominated.
As if this kind of violence was new to her.
As if permitting it felt wrong.
To the confused girl, I said,
“You’re beautiful.”
From now on, only carrots.
“So beautiful, Wol.”
Turmoil stirred in Cheongwol’s eyes.
Her breathing quickened, her gaze unable to leave .
We locked eyes for a long mont.
I swallowed carefully, then wrapped up the first step.
Now it begins.
“Wol. Rember this. Not as Ei Sect’s Thousand-Year Flower, nor the Central Plains’ promising later-generation talent, nor the lofty pure woman...”
“...Ha... eungh...”
“From now on, you are... the possession of a re Leather Room owner, Han Seojin.”
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