The Collar's Weight
Yuria furrowed her brow, overwhelmed by an intense revulsion toward the collar. “I-I can’t...” Her first refusal. I gripped her chin with my fingers, turning her face this way and that before pushing her away. Her head snapped to the side, yet she voiced her refusal once more. “Still... I can’t...”
Her second refusal. I gave her cheek a light slap. “Hnn...! No...” Third time. This time I tightened my grip around her throat. Yuria stumbled backward, her back striking the wall. “Khh...!” She coughed, tears welling in her eyes like droplets from a faucet.
If I wear that, I won’t be myself anymore. So I can’t. Her gaze seemed to plead exactly that.
“Don’t move.”
“Jihyeok... please...”
I silently held the collar out to her. Whether because of my command or not, Yuria remained still. She only continued to beg me with her eyes. Please, stop...
I forced the leather collar around her slender neck and clipped a silver chain onto the ring with its dangling bell. The moment the clasp clicked shut, Yuria’s face went deathly pale and began to tremble. A humiliated expression. Understandable—after all, a collar meant for a dog was now fastened around her own neck.
I smirked and wound the slack chain around my palm until it was taut. Then I gave my hand a gentle shake before yanking it sharply toward me. Jingle!
“Hyaa!?”
With the sound of the bell, Yuria was pulled straight into my arms. Grinning, I pressed my lips to her collarbone and dragged my tongue across her skin. “Huuu...”
The tension drained from Yuria’s rigid body. Seizing the moment, I tugged the chain and led her toward the living room. Jingle, jingle! The bell rang with every step she took, echoing through the quiet house.
I walked her slowly around the spacious living room. The constant jingling followed behind me. When I glanced back, Yuria had her head bowed low, resigned to her fate like a medieval prisoner. The sight made my cock stiffen.
“Jihyeok... I’m begging you...”
She pleaded desperately from behind, but I ignored every word. After roughly thirty minutes of this, Yuria finally fell silent. She had begun to adapt to the humiliating act. I gave the chain two light tugs. Yuria approached me obediently. With her long lashes lowered, she asked, “D-Did you call for me...?”
“Want me to take it off?”
“Yes... Please take it—Hyaa!?”
Yuria flinched and pressed her thighs together. My hand had slipped inside her hot pants, fingers idly stroking her crotch.
“You’re wet.”
Just as I said, her panties were slightly damp—proof of her arousal. I sneered. “What a vulgar bitch.”
“Huuu...”
“Isn’t that right?”
“Yes... I’m... vulgar...”
“What would your father think if he saw this?”
“Haaang...♡”
Yuria let out a moan, and her panties grew even wetter. She must have imagined Kim Taegon’s hollow expression upon seeing his daughter reduced to a dog, then twisted that image into pleasure.
“His name was Aaron, wasn’t it? The reincarnated knight commander.”
“Th-That’s right... He’s Yoo Seunghyun now...”
“What would Yoo Seunghyun think if he saw you like this?”
“Please... don’t say things like that... Huaaht...♡”
Even as she begged me to stop, her pussy convulsed with pleasure every time I pressed down on it. Sounded more like she wanted me to keep going. I slipped my middle finger beneath her panties and began rubbing her folds. “Hiyaa...”
As she let out a languid moan, I pushed my finger inside. Squelch.
“Haaaaah...”
Yuria’s entire body went limp, as if she were about to collapse. But when I yanked the chain upward, she cried out in pain and forced strength back into her legs, trapped between two unbearable choices.
“Jihyeok...”
“Strip.”
“Huh...?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I glared at her, and Yuria hiccuped in fright. “Hic!” My expression must have terrified her. Trembling, she began unbuttoning her shirt. More and more of her bare skin came into view. Once the shirt was off—leaving only a black lace bra—she handed it to me when I reached out. I tossed it onto the floor.
“Bra too.”
With a resigned look, Yuria obeyed. She reached behind her back, unhooked the clasp, and removed the bra. I openly admired her exposed upper body.
“D-Don’t stare so much...”
Embarrassed, she tried to cover her chest. I shook my head once, stopping her. I’d already seen and touched her to my heart’s content last time—what was there to be shy about? She needed to get used to this humiliating play quickly.
I withdrew my hand from her hot pants and ordered, “Pants off.”
“.....”
She hesitated, but when I took a single step closer, she flinched and hurriedly pushed her hot pants down to her ankles. The sheer black lace panties beneath told me she had bought them for me. I stepped back about two meters, then yanked the chain hard. Jingle!
“Hgyak!”
Yuria staggered like someone who had twisted her ankle, lost her balance, and pitched forward with a heavy thud. Then she burst into loud sobs. “Huuu...! Hwaaaah...”
“Feeling sorry for yourself?”
“Hwaaaang!”
Watching her bawl and nod her head made my resolve waver for a moment... but only for a moment. Those were crocodile tears. She was begging me to push the concept further. Or not.
I went into the bedroom and returned with a spanking paddle. When I swung it through the air in front of her, fear flashed across Yuria’s face.
“Hic...! Huuu...”
She seemed to realize what would happen if she kept crying. Biting her lip, she struggled to hold back her tears. The sight made my mouth water. I picked up the fallen chain again.
“Get on the sofa.”
At my command, she scrambled onto the sofa, her body trembling. She assumed the same cat-like posture as before. So those really had been crocodile tears. I pressed the paddle against her ass and slowly dragged it across her skin.
“Huuu...♡”
Even her nose was making needy sounds—she was anticipating this. I supposed I should reward her expectations. Smack!
“Hii!”
She jerked forward when I struck her lightly. I pulled the chain to make her resume the position, then gave each cheek one firm slap.
“Hnnng...♡”
“Like that?”
“.... Heh... Y-Yes...”
I stepped in front of her without a word and wrapped the chain tightly around my wrist, binding both her neck and wrists. Then I moved behind her again and swung the paddle. Thwack!
“Kyaaah!”
Yuria screamed, crossing her ankles and curling her toes. I had struck her hard enough to leave her ass burning. She sniffled. “J-Jihyeok... It hurts...”
Crack!
“Ahnng!”
Her bare soles wrinkled, and she kicked at the sofa like someone doing swimming drills. Even in the dim light, I could see her ass swelling. When I touched it, it was hot to the touch. Still not enough. I swung the paddle again. Thwack!
“Kyaaang!”
This time she thrashed her head wildly. It really must have hurt. That was enough training for today. Time to put it in.
I tossed the paddle aside and climbed onto the sofa, grabbing her ass firmly. “Hyaaht...! It hurts... It hurts...!”
“Shut your mouth. Unless you want to go outside like this.”
“Hic... Huuu...”
Yuria brought her bound wrists to her mouth and whimpered. I pushed her panties aside and gave her dripping pussy a few light taps. “Huu... Huup! Hnnng♡”
Her hips twitched, and even more of her slick juices began to flow. I freed my cock and rubbed the head against her entrance. Yuria pushed her hips back, swallowing me inside. Squelch.
“Huaaah...♡”
She let out a languid moan, like someone stepping into a hot bath after standing naked in the middle of winter. Then, as if trying to please me, she began moving her hips on her own. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had been a virgin just days ago. I liked it. I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks wide. My cock sank deeper, and Yuria cried out loudly. “Hyaah♡”
“Looks like you want to go outside after all.”
“Hnn... No... I don’t...”
“Then why are you moaning?”
“Hnnng! Please... It feels too good...”
She whined and bucked her hips. Chuckling, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt. Thrust!
“Kyaaang!”
Yuria’s waist jolted violently. I grabbed her braid and yanked her head up, then began pounding into her in earnest. Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
“Hoooh... Hnn... Aang...♡”
Every time my cock scraped deep against her walls, Yuria’s body trembled. She tried to bury her upper body into the sofa, but the grip on her hair prevented it. Thrust-thrust-thrust! With each thrust, her knees threatened to give out. She was approaching climax—or rather, she had already reached it, judging by the fluids leaking from her pussy. If I weren’t holding her hair, she would have collapsed already.
“Keep your posture.”
“Hnn...!”
She tried her best to maintain the cat position at my command, but her knees, drained of strength, only trembled uselessly. I would have to do it myself. Thrust-thrust-thrust!
“Huaa... Hnnngh...”
After thoroughly ravaging her pussy for a while, Yuria began letting out weak moans, as if she were about to lose consciousness like last time. I was close too. Without warning, I poured my seed deep inside her. Spurt! Glurk—!
“Hooooh...♡”
Yuria lifted her hips with all her remaining strength, clenching tightly around me as if determined not to spill a single drop. I stayed buried inside her for a long while even after finishing, making sure none of the malice leaked out. Only when her irregular contractions had significantly loosened did I finally pull out. Squelch...
“Haaah...”
Yuria collapsed onto the sofa with a weak sigh. I pressed my palm against her pussy, where my cloudy seed was slowly leaking out, and pushed down firmly. “Ah...! Aah...♡”
Her face was blissful as her body twitched intermittently. Watching her, I brought my cum-smeared fingers to her mouth. Yuria eagerly licked them clean, sucking on my fingers. “Slurp... Mmm... Heum...”
Seeing how passionately she coated my fingers with her saliva, I was certain her crest would manifest faster than Sehwa’s. For now, I would pump as much malice into her as possible until the day after tomorrow.
“Yuria.”
“Huuu... Yes...?”
“Send a text to Kim Taegon. Tell him you won’t be coming home until tomorrow.”
“Heup... Slurp... Okay...♡”