The Lie Exposed #2
I lay sprawled across the bed in the master bedroom, idly scrolling through my phone. A short while later came the soft creak of the front door—kiiii. It had to be Yuria. She was moving with exaggerated caution, clearly aware of the mess she’d made. Moments later, I sensed her hesitant gaze peering through the narrow gap in the bedroom door. When she realized I wasn’t even going to glance her way, she slipped inside and knelt at the foot of the bed. In a voice so small it seemed to crawl across the floor, she whispered her apology.
“I’m sorry…”
“Turn on the light.”
“Yes…”
Yuria rose, switched on the bedroom lamp, and immediately returned to her knees. My left hand was still occupied with the phone—and on my left ring finger sat the couple’s ring I shared with Sehwa.
“Hngh…”
The moment Yuria noticed the ring, a sob slipped out. She had once begged me to remove it whenever we met, since she wouldn’t be seeing Seunghyeon anymore. Yet here we were in the worst possible scenario. She couldn’t exactly protest. All she could do was grieve.
I finally turned to look at her. The way her lips curved into that pitiful arch was almost… No, the only thing threatening to break free was laughter. I barely managed to swallow it down before speaking.
“You really are a girl with zero chastity, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry… Hic…!”
The old saying about tears and victory clearly didn’t apply to me. If Sehwa had done it, maybe I’d feel differently.
“Go shower first.”
“Y-yes…”
Like a condemned criminal, Yuria hung her head and shuffled out of the room, sniffling. She could have used the master bathroom, but she was probably worried about bothering me, so she headed for the one in the living area. She knew exactly how harsh the price of lying could be. Now the only question was how far I should push her. A naked walk? Public urination? Thirty minutes of such delightful thoughts passed.
When Yuria returned after thoroughly washing up, she wore only her underwear. She opened the closet, fastened her own collar around her neck, then gathered a paddle and whip and laid them neatly on the bed. Once more, she knelt at my feet.
“Jihyeok… I’m sorry…”
“What exactly are you sorry for?”
“For… for lying… I’m truly sorry…”
“What lie?”
“At the hotel… I promised I wouldn’t meet Seunghyeon anymore… but even though I knew you’d be disappointed if you found out, I still went to see him…”
I sat on the edge of the bed and extended one hand. Yuria immediately picked up the chain leash with both hands and placed it in my palm. Her gestures were so obedient they were almost cute. Almost arousing.
“You two looked awfully cozy. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple.”
My mocking tone made her lower her head.
“Hic…!”
She had nothing to say. Good. She shouldn’t.
“How many times did you meet after that promise at the hotel?”
“U-up until today… about three times…”
“Ha… unbelievable.”
I sighed and gave the chain a sharp tug.
Clink!
“Kyaa!”
Yuria let out a high-pitched scream as she was yanked forward, her face slamming into the edge of the bed between my legs. She instinctively reached for her throat in pain, but remembered she was currently being punished and stopped herself. Eyes squeezed shut, she begged.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I won’t ever lie again!”
“You’re missing one more thing.”
“Huh?”
“Say you won’t meet Yu Seunghyeon again.”
“……Th-that’s…”
Yuria looked visibly troubled. The thought of never seeing Aaron’s reincarnation again seemed to fill her with despair. She’d only just started growing attached—how disappointing. But Seunghyeon’s presence loomed too large. In time he’d fade from her memory. He was going to die soon anyway; there was no point in getting attached.
“Well?”
“……”
She remained silent. I picked up the whip and lashed it across her breasts.
Crack!
“Kyaaahng!”
Her breasts bounced as her body convulsed. I’d struck her quite hard; it must have hurt terribly. A vivid red welt bloomed instantly across her chest, swelling before my eyes.
“Huuu…! It hurts… it hurts so much…”
“Well?”
“Kkhhup…! Hic…!”
Crack!
“Kyaaat!”
Another strike made her clutch her breasts and rub them frantically. This one had been lighter, yet she was acting like it was torture.
“Get on the bed.”
“Y-yes! Right away!”
Yuria nodded frantically and scrambled onto the mattress, lying down stiffly at attention. I stared at her with a cold, sunken expression, then rummaged through the nightstand drawer and pulled out a thick black permanent marker. I uncapped it. Yuria’s voice trembled with fear.
“J-Jihyeok…”
She must have realized what I was about to do. And this wasn’t the only punishment I had planned for tonight. So who told you to lie and meet Seunghyeon? Just accept it.
Without a word, I spread her legs wide. Her long, pale thighs parted, and I began writing on the soft skin of her inner thighs in large letters. On the left: SLAVE. On the right: CUMRAG WHORE. Finally, across her lower abdomen, I wrote MASTER’S EXCLUSIVE HOLE ↓.
“Huuu…”
The humiliation must have been unbearable; fat tears rolled down Yuria’s cheeks like chicken droppings.
“Jihyeok… I don’t like this… I really don’t like this… It’s too much… too much…”
I ignored her whining completely, retrieved a sheer black slip cardigan from the closet, and held it out to her.
“Put it on.”
“W-why… I don’t want to wear it…”
Oh, you don’t want to? I spun her body around and slapped her ass with all my strength.
Smack!
“Huaang!”
She thrashed her legs, pounding the bed. The bruise from earlier hadn’t even healed yet; the fresh impact must have been excruciating.
“Put it on.”
“I don’t want to… I don’t want to…”
Smack!
“Aaaagh! Huaaaang!”
After another brutal slap that left her wailing, Yuria snatched the cardigan and hurriedly threw it over herself. Then she pressed her back against the headboard so I couldn’t reach her ass again. It was hard to believe this was the same Beast Slayer who once fired arrows with a razor-sharp gaze in search of monster heads. That duality was unbearably arousing.
“Please stop hitting me… It hurts… It hurts so much… Hic! Jihyeok… I’m in pain… I’m scared…”
“Then just give me the answer I want.”
“……Hic!”
“Looks like your training is still insufficient.”
I raised the whip again, but before I could swing—
“I won’t meet him! I won’t see him anymore! From now on I won’t meet Seunghyeon!”
She lunged forward and clung desperately to my leg, begging with everything she had.
“Huuup…! Heuuu… I won’t meet him anymore… Never again… Heuuumm… Chuup… I won’t meet him… Jjoop…♡”
She even began licking my leg and sucking on my toes. Satisfied with her answer, I tossed the whip aside and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her eyes were swollen and puffy as she looked up at me.
“Do you swear it?”
“Yes… I swear… Hnngh! I swear…”
“Even though it’s Aaron? You’re fine never seeing him again?”
“It doesn’t matter… You’re the one I love most, Jihyeok… Hic! I love you… I love you…”
Only then did I offer her a benevolent smile and release her hair. Yuria let out a sigh of relief the moment she saw my expression, then threw herself into my arms.
“Did it hurt a lot?”
At my gentle tone, she nodded vigorously.
“Yes! It hurt so much… It hurt so bad… Huaaaang!”
“I was hurt too, you know.”
“Hueh…?”
She looked utterly confused. I grinned.
“My heart was hurting.”
“Hic…! I’m sorry…! I was wrong…!”
“Good. As long as you understand.”
I gently stroked her hair, letting a low chuckle escape. She must have realized it herself—how completely she had submitted to me, enough to abandon Aaron. Fear me more. Respect me more. And then truly understand the path of conquest that I, Tyrat, walk.
I gave the chain a light shake to push her back, then spoke with a warm smile.
“Stand up.”
“Hup…! Yes…!”
Yuria wiped her eyes with her palms and sprang to her feet in front of me. The way she sniffed loudly made me want to take her for a walk. It was ten minutes to midnight. That should be just thrilling enough.
“Are you confident you’d do anything for me?”
“Yes…! Yes! Of course I am…!”
“Good. Then let’s go outside.”
“O-outside…? Like this…?”
I said nothing and simply picked up the whip. Yuria flinched, shoulders trembling, and quickly climbed down from the bed. She really only behaved once something was in my hand. The bell on her collar might draw attention, so I removed it.
“Hyat!”
Yuria had been sneaking through the residential streets when she suddenly yelped and hid behind me. A man was jogging toward us from the distance. As he drew closer, he gave me a polite nod. Yuria used me as a shield so he wouldn’t see her body. I returned the nod, and once he passed, I spoke to her.
“You’re wearing the cardigan. No one can see anything. Why are you so scared?”
“There are… streetlights… and the collar…”
“I already took the chain off. Want me to put it back on?”
“No! I don’t want that…”
Yuria shook her head frantically. I chuckled and placed a hand over her chest. Her heart was racing wildly. She was properly tense.
“Jihyeok… I need to use the bathroom…”
She looked like a whimpering puppy. Cute. Needed to go? Then I’d let her. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a small rest area tucked into the residential block. Yuria looked around in confusion, clearly unable to imagine what I had in mind.
“Go here.”
“Ehh…?”
Her already large eyes widened even further. But when she saw my serious expression, she understood.
“Jihyeok…! I promised I wouldn’t meet him again…! Please forgive me now… Please…!”
“There isn’t a bathroom nearby.”
“W-we can just go home… I can hold it until then… Hyaah…♡”
Her words cut off as her face melted into a sloppy expression. My hand had slipped between her legs and was gently stroking her. She squeezed her thighs together, trembling violently. It looked like she might lose control and wet herself any second.
“You can go.”
“Huu… I don’t wanna…”
“No one’s watching except me.”
“……Hngh… I don’t want to…”
“You hate it that much?”
“I hate it… I hate it…”
Her whining made it seem like she truly despised the idea. I hadn’t intended to completely shatter her dignity… so I stopped here. I withdrew my hand from between her legs, took her hand, and led her back home.
The moment the front door opened, Yuria dashed straight to the bathroom. She didn’t even close the door. She yanked her panties down and planted her ass on the toilet. Chuckling, I closed the door for her.
When she came out after relieving herself, she rushed straight into my arms. Wrapping herself tightly around my waist and rubbing her face against my chest, she murmured.
“Thank you… Jihyeok… Thank you so much…”
She kept thanking me over and over, as if sparing her from having to pee outside was some grand act of mercy. You’ve completely adapted to being dominated, haven’t you?
The answer to the assignment was already clear. Yuria would now organize her thoughts while listening to Sehwa and the Doctor. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy the show.