Childhood Friend Seo Yerin, Leashed Bitch Play (1)
"You bastard—a slave?! I'm not doing anything like that! Untie me right now! Untie me!"
Yerin thrashed where she sat, working herself into a frenzy. The leather collar cinched tight around her throat felt suffocating, and being caught like this—caught having bound herself with her own two hands—was mortifying enough to drive her out of her mind. One way or another, she had to get free.
Junyoung gave no answer. He simply looked down at her in silence.
So instead of screaming at him, Yerin whipped her head from side to side and looked beneath the bed. There it was: the silver key, rolling across the floor. If she could just get her fingers on it, she could unlock the cuffs and escape this humiliating predicament.
Clank, clank.
Having forgotten entirely how loudly the chains were rattling, Yerin stretched her body desperately toward the floor. Her smooth legs extended far out from under the hem of her too-short dolphin shorts, toes wriggling as they clawed at empty air. Just a little more—one more inch, and she was sure she would reach it.
Almost... just a little more...!
The moment Yerin's toes were about to brush the key—
Thud.
"Ah...!"
Junyoung had kicked the fallen key away. Watching it skid off into the distance, Yerin's heart plummeted straight through the floor.
"A-are you insane?! Why would you kick it away!"
"Yerin. If you were me, would you just stand there and watch a thief make off? Honestly, how can one person be so shameless. Hmm?"
His voice was low, and utterly at ease.
Yerin couldn't understand it. Why did that indifferent tone make her body burn like this?
"Haah, ugh... you... you absolute beast of a man... I'll kill you........."
She spat the curses out, but moisture had already soaked into her voice. Her breath ran hot, her chest heaving hard.
What was truly wretched was the reaction from below.
I'm already wet...!
Every time Junyoung's gaze drifted between her thighs, Yerin had been rubbing her legs together without even realizing it.
Shff, shff.
The dolphin shorts were short to begin with. Each time the frayed hem brushed the sensitive flesh of her inner groin, a jolt shot up her spine. If she stayed still much longer, that place would start moving on its own, spilling her arousal everywhere. She forced her thighs shut—but the friction only stoked her body hotter, lewder.
Her nipples had long since gone rigid, straining so hard they seemed ready to punch straight through the gossamer-thin camisole.
Yerin gritted her teeth.
"I really will kill you... so untie me before I do...!"
She had never felt more pathetic. Her mouth hurled abuse with all its usual venom, but her nipples were reacting in exactly the opposite direction—stiff and aching, as if begging for his touch.
It was a humiliating sight. And yet somehow it was making her hotter, and—
"No, it's not!"
"Not what?"
"Shut up!"
Junyoung's lips curled in something like a smirk at the sight of her, and he closed the distance slowly.
"All mouth, that's all you are."
Before the words had even finished leaving his lips, his palm slid smoothly up beneath the hem of her camisole.
"Hngh...!"
Yerin flinched, curling in on herself and holding her breath. The instant his rough, hot palm met her skin, gooseflesh raced across her whole body. The heat of his hand traveled up over her chest, shot along her spine, then came back down to settle on her nipples.
His hand was relentless. It traced the curve of each rib one by one, as if he were memorizing them on purpose.
"Hahh..."
Every place his fingers touched, a shallow, sobbing moan slipped through the seam of her lips.
Shhhk.
Then, in one motion, Junyoung shoved the camisole up over her breasts and bunched it around her upper arms.
Two pale, heavy mounds, their weight a complete betrayal of her slender frame.
Yerin had no way to fight back. With both hands cuffed to the headboard, her aroused chest was left utterly defenseless, bare to his eyes.
"Hah, ah........."
The cool air touched her bare skin and she shuddered. Her areolas puckered rough, and the pink peaks at their centers stiffened upright until they looked ready to burst—confessing, all on their own, just how worked up she was.
"Seo Yerin. Your mouth and your body seem to be telling two very different stories."
"Wh-what's that...!"
"Look how swollen your nipples have gotten. Go on, look with your own eyes. All that noise from your mouth, and your body's been ready this whole time."
"Ngh, n-no, it's not...! Hnn...!"
She said no, but he had hit the mark dead center. Her ears flooded scarlet in an instant.
Yerin bit her lip and swallowed a moan. He had not done anything yet—nothing at all—and yet a heat laced with pleasure was already coiling through her, shameful and inescapable.
Junyoung grinned, sly and knowing, as if he could read every inch of her condition.
"I haven't laid a single finger on you. You tied yourself up and worked yourself into this state all on your own."
"..."
"So what am I supposed to make of you being this aroused, huh? You get this hot just from putting on a show for me?"
"No, I'm not...!"
Yerin shook her head hard, trying to shrink back away from him. But for some reason her legs had gone weak, and all they managed was a limp, useless scraping against the mattress.
"Ahk...!"
Junyoung's rough fingertip landed on her stiffened left nipple.
"Wh-where do you— don't you— hyaah...!"
Even that nothing of a touch raised goosebumps. Her mind was clearly saying no, but her body was telling a different story. The moment his fingertip made contact, her nipple flared scorching hot.
"Ah, ahhn, no...!!"
His finger flicked up against her sensitized peak.
"Hiek!"
A sharp jolt of sensation shot straight up her spine and into her skull. Her mind flashed white.
"D-don't touch... hnn...! I told you not to...!"
She snapped at him with her head shaking, but her pale, full breasts heaved roughly, all but begging for a harsher hand.
"Body's all ready, I see. Hold still."
Junyoung raised the clips.
"No...!"
There was no gap left to refuse through. He gripped her breast, pinned the nipple in place, and clamped down without mercy.
"......!!"
Yerin's back bowed like a drawn bow. Not even a proper scream made it out.
Cold silicone ground mercilessly into flesh that was burning hot. Her nipple bulged out swollen between the clamped jaws of the clip, squeezed nearly to bursting.
"Ahk...!"
The second clip bit down hard on her right peak a heartbeat later. Sharp pleasure bloomed and spread from both breast tips until her head swam.
"Whining already? We haven't even started."
Junyoung lifted up a slender silver chain.
Click.
The hooks at either end of the chain caught the rings on the clips. Then Junyoung fastened the chain's midpoint to the ring of the collar locked around Yerin's throat.
Yerin went rigid from head to toe, staring at him.
"N-no...! Take it off, take it off...! J-Junyoung, please, take this off...!"
"Go on then, move. Let's see what happens, Yerin."
"Hnngh...!"
Her throat and her chest were now bound into a single length of chain, each pulling at the other. The slightest tilt of her head yanked the chain taut and dragged her nipples upward with it.
"Haah, haah...!"
Even breathing deeply tugged at them. Frozen stiff from the chest up, Yerin could do nothing but force out shallow, ragged breaths.
Junyoung looked down at her frozen form, his gaze gone cold.
"Now then, Yerin. Let's hear you talk."
"A-about what..."
That glacial voice. If a stranger had spoken to her in that tone out on the street, Yerin would never have spared them a second glance again.
But when Junyoung used that voice, it raised goosebumps along her skin even as it set her body smoldering, endlessly, for reasons she could not name.
"Tell me what you were planning to do. Confess, and I'll take it into consideration. But if you don't..."
"A-and if I don't...?"
"Hmm. What will I do, I wonder."
At that slowly curving smile, Yerin's pupils trembled.
"Let's see. Should I switch off the lights and head out? You can try enduring like that until morning. All by yourself."
"You... you bastard...!"
"Hm. Too soft, maybe? Then how about this? You love toys enough to rip open my packages and go digging through my room. So."
Yerin's eyes shook violently.
Junyoung watched them shake as he spoke.
"So maybe I'll clip all of these on and simply walk out the door. Try lasting one night exactly like that. If it's a punishment, that much you ought to be able to take, don't you think?"
"You... you piece of trash...!"
She hurled the insult, but at the mere image of it she felt her crotch go damp all over again.
If he really did that—
"Hniii...!"
Yerin curled in on herself without meaning to.
Junyoung kept smiling, easy and unhurried.
"Hm. Judging by the state of you, that wouldn't be a punishment at all. It'd be a prize."
"D-don't say such crap! How is that a prize?! Hurry up and untie me!"
"Yeah? You want out?"
"Untie me and get lost! Coming into my room just to run your mouth and thr-threaten me, you lowlife!"
Junyoung shrugged.
"Well, if a certain someone hadn't torn open other people's packages and cuffed herself, there'd never have been any reason to set foot in anyone's room, would there."
"..."
Shame and humiliation crashed over her all over again. Yerin bit her lip and glared up at him.
"Hm. Then shall we call it here for tonight?"
"..."
Yerin did not answer. She just burned holes through Han Junyoung with her eyes.
Her stubborn pride shook her head for her: hold out. And yet somewhere underneath, a lazy little thought whispered, he wouldn't actually leave... would he?
"..."
"...!"
Yerin's breath caught. Junyoung had turned away without a flicker of regret.
"..."
His hand closed around the door handle.
Click.
The sound drained every drop of color from Yerin's face.
This was no joke.
He really had been about to leave her here and walk away.
He could genuinely do it—walk out and leave Yerin exactly like this. Whenever Junyoung played with whatever that toy of his was, he became a different person. There was more than enough room for him to do it this time, too.
"N-no...!"
Fear and arousal hammered against her nerves all at once, and Yerin's body began to shiver in fine tremors. Every shake of her frame pulled the chain taut, wrenching her nipples without mercy.
"Ah, aahh...! Hahng...!"
Cries burst through her parted lips, entirely against her will. Each time the chain went taut, a tingling surge welled up from somewhere deep in her chest.
The pleasure ran straight down, pooling low in her body.
Squelch.
Reason had no say in it. Thick arousal welled out of her soaked entrance. A hot rush flooded into the crotch of her dolphin shorts, and the thin cotton darkened with wetness in seconds, clinging stickily to the pale inner skin of her thighs.
The fluid seeped clean through the fabric and began staining the bedsheets beneath her.
Junyoung, still gripping the door handle, turned his head—and his gaze stopped dead between Yerin's soaked thighs.
"Saying no with your mouth while you soak the whole bed."
His rebuke drove straight into her ears.
"Yerin. You're really fine if I just leave? By morning I'd wager even the floor will be soaked through. So what will you do? Yerin?"
Tears of humiliation spun hot in Yerin's eyes. She squeezed her thighs together, but that only pressed the stimulation deeper, and the hot liquid kept dripping down and down with nothing on earth that could stop it.
"W-wait...! Don't go, please...!"
In the end, she begged. Pride, shame—none of it mattered anymore. The one thing she could not allow was for Junyoung to disappear behind that door.
Junyoung walked back to the head of the bed. Yerin looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears.
He reached out quietly, took hold of the silver chain linking her chest to her throat, and pulled.
Jangle.
"Ahhn! Ah...!"
The chain swayed and dragged at her nipples, and Yerin's hips jolted with a shudder.
"Now. Answer me properly. Seo Yerin. What did you do wrong?"
Junyoung's command left no room for waffling.
"I-I opened the package..."
"Why did you open it?"
"...uhn. B-because I... because I'm lewd..."
"Lewd how?"
Her face flushed a red deep enough to burst, Yerin began spilling words with no order to them at all.
"I-I'm... I opened the package... I'm a lewd little thief... lewd, I'm lewd, so I opened, the package..."
None of it hung together. Her head was burning. Even the words themselves felt scalding, as if her tongue had been dragged over a flame.
"Hahh, uuu..."
Her voice had gone thick with nasal whine, curdling into something coquettish. But Junyoung gave her no quarter; he pulled the chain and drove her harder.
"Ahhn, ah...! Hnn...!"
"Keep talking. What was that lewd little thief planning to do?"
He drew the chain taut between his fingertips.
Her chest was hauled forward all at once. It felt as if the tips of her nipples might actually tear.
"Uhn..."
"Speak, you lewd little thief. What were you going to do with what you stole?"
"Hhk..."
Somehow, Yerin felt close to tears—hot, unexplainable tears welling up out of nowhere.
Her trembling lips parted.
"I-I'll tell you, hck... I'll tell you..."
And to that Yerin, Junyoung's voice turned gentle.
"Confess properly, and you'll get your reward."
"..."
It was one sentence, nothing more, and yet Yerin's heart suddenly began to pound.
Somehow, she thought—being held like this, kept like this, just like this—maybe it would not be so bad if it went on a little longer.