Taming (5): The Red Collar
Sitting on the queen-size bed I’d ordered after steeling myself, I waited for her to arrive. I was wearing a suit for the first time in years. People often told me it looked good on me, but without a mirror I couldn’t judge for myself. Well… her outfit mattered more than mine anyway, so it didn’t really matter.
“…Um, Kang Juhyuk?”
“Yeah, come in.”
The knock on the door made me set the phone I’d been holding onto the bedside table. I waited with a wide grin for the door to open, and the big-breasted, haughty office noona stepped into my room, hesitating with every movement.
She wore the same suit she used for filming. The shirt that looked ready to burst and the tight skirt described Seo Haeun’s body in the most straightforward way possible.
“Come sit. Make yourself comfortable.”
“…”
“Just stay still.”
I sat that maddeningly arousing woman on my bed and rested my hand on her stockings. She had looked tense when she first came in, but at my words she held her breath for a second, then let it out in resignation while only pressing down on the hem of her skirt. She didn’t try to slap my hand away or run.
“There are two things I want to make you do today. …But not both. You just pick one.”
“…You said sex wasn’t allowed…”
“It’s not sex. I won’t even touch your breasts.”
“…”
Generous as I am, I don’t force lewd acts on her. I even give her choices, fully respecting Seo Haeun’s opinion.
“Well, first. One thing I want to do with you is go out together.”
“…What?”
“It’s not anywhere weird. There’s a place I want to go, so let’s go together. How about it?”
One option was a walk. When taming a pet, nothing beats taking them for a walk. I’d even dressed up nicely, so it made sense to take her out for the day.
“…And the second?”
“The second is… well, you’re on your way to becoming a YouTube celebrity. Before you get too famous, I figured we should at least take some photos.”
“Hey…!”
The other option was a photoshoot. It felt like a waste to live with a soon-to-be-famous celebrity and not have a single picture. The videos on my phone were the virgin-deflowering porn of gloomy, big-titted, NEET Seo Haeun—not the sex tape of Sophia, the guitar YouTuber who was about to blow up.
I wanted to get some proper shots of her in that suit at least once. …That’s why I’d gone to the trouble of making an employee ID today.
“Why? It’s exactly as promised. I won’t touch your breasts or your pussy. …I’m not even asking you to suck me off, so how can you complain about something this small?”
“…”
Both were perfectly decent choices that didn’t break any promises. I’d only given her wholesome suggestions, yet here she was already trembling with shame. Tormenting her like this was incredibly satisfying. If I told her to wrap those perky tits around my cock and milk me dry, she’d probably faint on the spot.
I had no intention of settling for something that tame in the future.
“Hurry up and choose. If we’re going out, we need to leave now to make good time. If it’s photos, we should start soon so we can sleep early.”
“……”
“…I said choose.”
Her ears burned crimson as I stroked her thighs. Eventually Haeun looked at me with a humiliated expression and quietly raised a single index finger.
“Going out?”
“…Yes.”
I’d tested whether she’d pick the pet or the celebrity option, and she chose the pet route so easily. Was it trauma from the recording? I was genuinely grateful she’d picked the far more humiliating choice.
The moment I heard her answer, I pulled out the collar I’d hidden under the pillow and held it toward her.
“Good. If we’re going out, wear this. It’s a gift. A present.”
“What is this…?”
“…We’re going for a walk, so of course you need a collar.”
A choker made of bright red leather.
“Hey, you’re insane…!”
“Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“This is a dog collar…!”
“No it isn’t.”
It might look like a dog collar at first glance, but it had no leash and was clearly made for humans. Of course I could attach one if I wanted… but jumping straight into hardcore play from the start would be too much. We’d save that for later.
“I can’t! How can you make me wear something like this…!”
“If you really hate it that much, want to do the other thing instead? It only takes ten minutes.”
“What is it!”
I’d expected the refusal, so I’d prepared the alternative.
“A sticker. You know those stickers kids put on their cheeks? It’s like that… except I’ll put it on your stomach.”
“…”
“Oh, it’s not permanent. It comes right off if you rub it hard, so don’t worry. …I’m not a fan of real tattoos either.”
A simple heart-shaped tattoo sticker. The size was perfect to place right below her navel, so I’d prepared it with some effort. All she had to do was lift her shirt. …No one would see it outside anyway.
“Here. Pick one.”
“…”
She clearly had a strong aversion to the bright red choker. This time Haeun drew a V with her fingers and chose the even more humiliating option.
She looked like she was about to cry. I debated whether to explain, but if I stayed quiet she might bolt in front of the shop, so I cleared my throat.
“Is the tattoo sticker really okay? Even if it’s just a sticker, putting it on your stomach might feel embarrassing.”
“…It won’t show, so it doesn’t matter…”
“Well… it doesn’t usually show. …But we’re going here later, you know?”
I picked up the phone I’d been fiddling with and showed her the stylish shop.
Brazilian Waxing Shop — Mokdong Branch
She didn’t understand at first, but when I scrolled down and showed her the shop details, her face began to burn.
It really wasn’t that embarrassing. Not compared to getting a heart tattoo right above her pussy, anyway.
“If you really want to wear this instead, I’ll put the sticker on for you…”
“Give it here!”
She had gone from sobbing to full-blown rage. She snatched the red choker from my other hand and put it on immediately. I briefly considered pulling out the hidden leash to tease her, but she looked like she might actually burst into tears, so I held back. It would be awkward if my pet Haeun showed up at the waxing shop with swollen eyes. This was enough for today. We’d take it slow. We still had half a year left.
I had been terrified of what kind of horrific sexual harassment he would commit, but he always exceeded my worst expectations. …Crazy perverted bastard. Making me wear something like this around my neck and walk around in public…!
“You don’t have much hair down there, so it won’t hurt that badly. Try not to shake too much.”
“…Shut up.”
I tried to shrink my neck as much as possible to hide the red dog collar, but it was too thick to conceal. I knew it would look better if I walked with my back straight, but with his arm openly wrapped around my waist under the excuse that it was dark, even that was impossible.
If I hadn’t been wearing a mask, the shame might have made me collapse right onto the sidewalk. …It would honestly be less embarrassing to just have sex. What the hell is this…?
“Haeun. These days chokers are really popular in places like Hongdae. People say they’re cute and wear them all the time.”
“That’s a choker. This is a dog collar…!”
“It’s a choker, I keep telling you. There’s no leash, see? No leash.”
He kept making tugging motions in the air as if pulling on my collar, trying to convince me this red leather was something else. He must think I’m stupid enough to not know the difference between a choker and a dog collar. …He really is a terrible bastard.
It was my own fault for getting distracted by the view count and letting my guard down with that ridiculous thought, ‘He’ll probably just touch me and be done, right?’ I should have realized something was off the moment he was wearing a suit in his room. Getting photographed would have been so much better. …It was going to end up on that phone anyway. Even worse stuff was already there.
“At least the shop is close to the house. That’s convenient. You really should keep your pubic hair trimmed regularly.”
“…I’m never coming back here again.”
“Once you try it, you won’t say that. I did it a long time ago, and when you’re having sex it’s definitely better smooth. Looks cleaner too.”
“There’s not going to be any s…sex, so I’m not coming!”
“Ah, sure, sure.”
I was the one being sexually harassed, yet I was the one terrified of the people around us. I couldn’t even raise my voice in case someone noticed. Without the collar it would basically be the same as being dragged along. His hand around my waist kept slowly groping my pelvis. …I want to kill him. I really do. Why did I ever make that bet…?
…It’s humiliating. No matter how much I covered my face and no matter that a female waxer did the work, the shame refused to fade. Showing my private parts to someone else was embarrassing enough, but the most humiliating part was something else.
…Didn’t she see me as a lewd woman who gets fucked every day by that hulking man? Especially while wearing a dog collar in public. Maybe she thought we were a couple that enjoyed extreme, perverted play?
That thought made my skin crawl with embarrassment.
“Did it hurt?”
“…Of course it hurt.”
“Want me to rub it better?”
“Where the hell do you think you’re touching, you crazy bastard!”
“Just kidding, just kidding.”
I hated how sly he was, openly sliding his hand down to just below my navel right in front of people. From the way he spoke, he sounded like a playful boyfriend, so even the waxer who had just waxed me gave us a warm smile. It was mortifying.
…I want to leave. Right now. This is fucking awful.
“Let’s go. Hurry. Please…”
“Ah, wait a second. Let me calm down first.”
“Calm down at home…!”
“Just a little longer. Wait. Let me finish this water.”
No matter how hard I tugged on Kang Juhyuk’s arm while he stood there half-crouching, he refused to move.
…They said I had to come back in five weeks. My chest was already pounding and cold sweat was breaking out.
The staff kept looking at us like we were such a sweet couple. Their warm, friendly gazes felt scalding. If they were the type who openly disliked me, I could at least curse them in my head. But knowing they were just genuinely nice people, I couldn’t curse them or correct their misunderstanding.
“Ah, welcome~”
But the moment those nice, ordinary people greeted the customers walking past us—
“…”
Swaying ash-violet hair brushed the bridge of my nose.
…And with it came a face that was far too familiar. A blood relative.
“Ah, is that your younger sister…?”
“Don’t acknowledge me. …Don’t you know how to read the room and choose the right time and place?”
Even with the mask and hat covering her face, I knew immediately. No matter how much she despised me, my much taller younger sister had always looked down at me with those exact pitying eyes.