Chapter 70

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 70

Chapter Title: Please Do It

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Inside Han So-in's apartment. Kim Hee-na frowned at his words.

"We're going to grant each other one favor?"

"Yeah, that way it's fair."

"You're seriously going to be petty about just one cheer?"

"Don't you need my cheer to study well?"

"...Fine. Forget it. I'm not doing it."

An displeased expression. Even that look on Hee-na's face was so beautiful that So-in momentarily forgot what to say.

"So why'd you call me here?"

"Obviously to do something naughty."

"Ugh... You wanna die?"

He'd originally planned to just do the contract and call it quits, but So-in found himself blurting it out.

"Can I touch your breasts a little?"

"No. Give me the key to the chastity belt. Now."

"That comes after one more naughty thing."

"Argh..."

The idea that her future hinged on a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guy like this left Hee-na dumbfounded.

'What if I just study a bit less... and take a worse job?'

Even if they fought physically, he seemed like someone she could take on. She had a slight curiosity about the occasional bondage gear he slapped on her, but this was a situation where the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cops could show up any minute without it being weird.

'But my studying's going way too well... If I can keep up that efficiency every day...'

For now, getting the dildo out of her pussy seemed like the best move.

'Every time I move, it stimulates me... Getting a little aroused just makes it worse...'

She didn't like how the forced dildo was stirring up indecent feelings. Trying to ignore the sensation inside her pussy, she spoke up.

"Give me the key. Before I get mad. For real."

"Then just grant Han So-in's third naughty request!"

"You wanna die? Seriously?"

Hee-na wondered if it was time to dust off the fists she'd sealed away since childhood. This guy was beyond saving.

"What, you don't want to take off the chastity belt?"

"..."

She could probably win in a fight, but with the dildo jammed in her pussy, she had to obey him. It stung her pride, but she asked,

"Fine, what do I have to do for the last one?"

She didn't really want to know, but there was no choice. Better to get it over with quick and get back to studying, she figured. So-in winked and handed her the slave contract he'd drawn up.

"This time, I wanted to get you to sign something like this. It's my fantasy."

Figuring it was some other perverted stunt, she started reading the paper.

Her reaction after reading the slave contract came quickly.

'Is he insane?'

Nude double peace signs, wearing a chastity belt with anal stimulation, pussy insertion with creampie, bondage gear photoshoots. And for just that much, he pulls out a slave contract?

'Wait, when did I do all that?'

And right now, she was still locked in the chastity belt with a dildo plugged in her pussy. Even at work, he'd groped her ass and breasts.

'...When did I go that far?'

To anyone else, she already looked like a total pervert. She protested inwardly that she wasn't that kind of girl.

'I got dragged into this by a pervert... Ugh...'

After reading the contract, she grabbed So-in's hair with her hand and said,

"You wanna die?"

"Ow ow ow! That hurts. It'll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mess up my hairline."

"I'm serious. Die. For real?"

"Let go, please. I beg you."

She released him at his plea and handed the paper back with a look of disbelief.

"You're such a pervert. I'm leaving."

"Huh? Without signing?"

"Wait, look at this before you go."

"What is it?"

So-in pulled out the new bondage restraint suit he'd bought.

"Eek! What the hell is that?"

"I was gonna have you wear this next if you signed the contract."

"I don't need that crap. Do I look like a pervert who likes that stuff?"

The black latex restraint suit wrapped the entire body, designed to bind the arms behind the back and immobilize them. The chest was cut out to expose both breasts, and there was a zipper around the pussy for easy access anytime.

"Eww..."

It was blatantly designed to flaunt the figure, and the black sheen added a perverse vibe.

"You absolute pervert... I'm outta here."

As she tried to bolt, So-in considered grabbing her with Please Do It but held his tongue.

'Using it now would just piss her off more.'

For now, she was the one who had more to lose. Her studying had improved a ton thanks to it, so she wouldn't treat him too badly, he figured.

'Plus, she has bondage tendencies... Maybe she'll come around eventually?'

So-in planned to watch her for now and bide his time.

Click. Watching Hee-na's back as she shut the door and left, So-in let out a sigh.

"Not easy... the path to a harem..."

He soothed his regrets by recalling the feel of Hee-na's breasts.

Psychiatric hospital counseling room. Lee Ye-rin was waiting for the female doctor she'd been seeing for a long time.

'I thought there was no hope...'

With no improvement in her symptoms, these visits were just for routine chats.

"Good to see you, Ms. Lee Ye-rin."

The doctor came in, closing the door behind her, sipping warm water. She sat down and flipped through the files. It had been the same symptoms for three years now, so there wasn't much to say, but she couldn't phrase it like that to a patient.

"Has the frequency of intercourse decreased at all?"

The doctor didn't expect much from Ye-rin's answer. It was always "No," "Any other meds?" or "Can I stop coming here?"

"It's dropped a lot, Doctor."

"Pardon?"

The doctor was the one flustered, asking back. Ye-rin had severe sex addiction. She'd been a promising athlete as a kid, but the addiction had derailed her Olympic dreams in the most absurd way.

"Any progress?"

"Yes, it used to be over ten times a week normally. Now..."

"Yes, has it decreased significantly?"

"I haven't had sex with a guy in four days."

"..."

Just four days. Someone else might think that was nothing, but the doctor who'd followed her case for years was shocked.

"What brought this on?"

"Just... some guy told me to cut back."

"Pardon?"

"That's all he said... My urges are the same, but I could hold back with willpower."

"Sounds like his words were the trigger."

"I don't get it myself, but yeah."

This wasn't the forced "I'm fine" face Ye-rin usually put on. It was genuine hope, something the doctor hadn't seen in ages.

"Cutting back on guys has let me exercise more and have more personal time for the first time in forever."

"That's a great sign. More personal time."

The doctor genuinely thought it was fortunate. Untreated sex addiction could lead to depression and other issues.

"But there's a problem."

"Yes, what is it?"

"After a while, it's getting hard to hold back on sex again."

"Around four days, it's tough to resist again?"

"Yes, Doctor."

Noting her condition, the doctor continued matter-of-factly.

"Looks like that guy's words motivated you. Have you asked him to say it again?"

"Not yet... But if this keeps up, can I be cured?"

"If the addiction keeps easing, your brain could recover enough in a few years—not fully cured, but with much better self-control."

"Thank you. It's thanks to you I haven't given up on exercising."

"It's your hard work, Ms. Lee."

Seeing Ye-rin's brightened expression after so long, the doctor said,

"It'd be great if you could bring that guy in for counseling too. If it's hard for you to explain."

"Thank you, Doctor."

As she jotted down the notes, the doctor scribbled faster without realizing it, like someone thrilled to find a breakthrough after years of illness.

"I hope that lifestyle continues, Ms. Lee Ye-rin."

Out of the hospital, Lee Ye-rin stretched her arms wide and took a deep breath ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the air around her. Eyes closed, she hugged the nearby tree. In her despair, she'd found a sliver of hope.

"A normal life... Maybe I can have it back?"

She recalled her past—top of her class academically and athletically, shining brighter than now.

"Where'd I put it..."

The photo she'd buried after quitting sports. Her winning smile at the national championships, surrounded by people, a beauty unlike her current self.

Pulling out the photo after three years nearly brought tears to Ye-rin's eyes.

"Ye-rin-ah, it's not certain yet. Don't jinx it."

It might just end after four days. She opened her phone and sent messages.

She even tried phishing bait, but So-in didn't bite. Normally, she'd be pissed, but today it didn't bother her much.

'It's a happy day.'

Pocketing her phone, she started walking.

If So-in was avoiding her, she'd just go find him.