Changes (1)
Three days. Exactly three days. That was how long it had been since Seoyeoni returned to my side. I'd been worried, but she just looked a little tired—no real changes. She was still the pretty, cute Seoyeoni I knew. Of course, she came back reeking of Hyeonwoo's scent, but I'd gotten used to that by now.
"Oppa~ I'm suffocating!"
"Uh-huh..."
"We have to kiss. Right? Our little smooch!"
She didn't forget our promised kiss. I melted into that soft, sweet kiss of hers. All the anxiety and worry I'd built up over those days washed away like nothing.
Still, I had a ton of questions burning inside me. Why hadn't she contacted me? How much had she done with Hyeonwoo over those three days? Exactly what had they done? I wanted to ask it all, but then I remembered the text I'd gotten from Hyeonwoo before Seoyeoni came back.
So damn arrogant. Whatever they did, hearing it from Seoyeoni is my right. That's the whole point of sending her to him in the first place. And now he's trying to meddle in that too.
But the part about her trying to hide it stuck with me. What the hell had they done that she might want to keep secret?
I decided to wait for Seoyeoni to tell me herself and not pry, just like Hyeonwoo said.
"Hehe... Can I go wash up now?"
She fidgeted expectantly, then suddenly changed the subject with this weird vibe. My heart dropped.
Was she really trying to hide something from me? What she'd done with Hyeonwoo over those three days?
"Y-yeah...! Go ahead and wash up."
I forced an awkward smile and let her go. Hyeonwoo's warning not to pry nagged at me. And that line about finding out everything anyway...
Seoyeoni gathered her underwear, and as I stared blankly, my eyes caught the small box she'd left on the shoe rack.
"Seoyeoni, wait... What's that?"
"Huh? Oh...! N-no, this is..."
She startled and rushed to the shoe rack, hiding it behind her back.
"Th-this is from Hyeonwoo oppa... He told me to leave it at your place..."
"At my place?"
"Yeah..."
Her face flushed with that strange look, and she fidgeted, not knowing what to do. She clearly hadn't wanted me to see the box.
"...What's in it? Can I look?"
"N-no!! Oppa, this... Can't you just not look?"
"Don't look?"
"Yeah, please...?"
What the hell was in there that she'd beg like this? I couldn't push when she put it that way. I nodded.
"I don't know why he wanted it left here... Anyway."
"Okay. I won't look."
"...Can you promise? I really don't want you seeing it."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving it here for now... Even when I'm not around, please..."
She wanted a promise? My curiosity spiked, something lewd and tingling. I agreed, promised I really wouldn't look.
"You promised...?"
"Yeah."
She turned her back to me and shoved it deep into the closet.
"...Then I'm gonna wash up."
She crept over shyly and planted a kiss on my cheek. She still seemed anxious. I smiled to reassure her and pretended not to care.
—Shhh...
The sound of the shower soon filled the air. I listened for a bit, then crept toward the closet.
Seoyeoni hiding what she'd done with Hyeonwoo. The small box from him. His words that I'd find out anyway. I'd hooked pinkies and promised, but it was too tempting.
It was surprisingly heavy. With trembling hands, I opened the box.
"..."
I'd figured it was just a used condom or something... But no, it held something I never expected.
A black leather dog collar. The size you'd put on a large breed. My hands shook as I carefully lifted it. The attached silver chain rattled down.
In the center hung a rectangular tag, gleaming silver and catching my eye right away.
♡Seoyeoni♡
"Ah..."
A sigh escaped me unbidden. Her name written in thick black marker... Probably by Seoyeoni herself. I could tell from the handwriting—her cute, round letters, neatly spelling her name with hearts.
In the end, Seoyeoni never told me. Not that day, not the next, not even after her following meetups with Hyeonwoo.
She told me about the sex with him like always, but she kept the dog collar a total secret.
But I knew for sure now that she was wearing it. On days she went to Hyeonwoo's place—especially when she stayed over—she always took it with her. She'd hide it deep in her bag when she thought I wasn't looking.
She'd kiss me goodbye like normal, hug me tight, and say she'd be back safe. After she left, I'd check—the box was empty.
Then when she returned, somehow it was back inside, with that telltale used feel...
The collar had a metal buckle in the center, with holes around it for sizing. Seoyeoni must fit the third hole perfectly—only that one had the deep indentation.
And every time she came back from Hyeonwoo's, that mark got darker, more pronounced.
Hyeonwoo made my blood boil. All I'd wanted was normal sex. No master or slave SM bullshit—I'd never even thought of that.
He was doing whatever the fuck he wanted with my precious Seoyeoni, molding her to his tastes.
Naturally, I started picturing her wearing the dog collar. I'd seen it in porn a few times, so it wasn't hard to imagine. And that made it hurt even more.
Seoyeoni naked, collared. On her knees before Hyeonwoo. The leash in his hand.
Her calling him Master. Him calling her slave or bitch.
It wouldn't stop at names. She'd crawl on his command, yanked into vulgar poses. Then he'd fuck her like that. Doggy would be easiest, probably. Yanking the leash as he pounded her rough. Her head thrown back, panting on his cock.
But that wasn't the end.
Just as I was getting used to the collar disappearing and reappearing...
Just as I could jerk off to the worn collar without breaking down...
Things started piling up, one by one.
First, a blindfold with the collar. Then handcuffs. Ankle cuffs, cuffs for all limbs, a wide paddle, ball gag, even clips with bells...
How far was this going? I watched, and it never stopped.
I didn't know if she was just receiving them from Hyeonwoo or actually using them. But she took them with her.
Sometimes just a few, sometimes all of them—maybe he texted her what to bring.
Then, when a small pink egg vibrator joined Seoyeoni's secret box...
I couldn't hold back anymore. I brought it up with her.
"Hyeonwoo hasn't been too rough on you lately?"
"Huh?"
"His tastes are kinda... out there, so I was worried he might try something weird with you."
"..."
"Don't put up with it for my sake. If you don't like it, say no. If it's too much, tell me right away."
She nodded like she got it, but who knows what she actually understood. She didn't say it was tough. Didn't mention the box.
Hyeonwoo was the same.
"What've you been doing with Seoyeoni lately?"
"Fucking. Netorare fucking."
"...No, besides that."
"Haha, curious? We fuck, and we do all sorts of fun stuff. She loves it."
"Loves it...?"
"Yeah. Hold out a bit even if you're dying to know. You'll see soon."
"..."
"You seem worried, so I'll make one thing clear: I never do anything she doesn't want. If anything, I wait till she begs for it."
He bragged like it was nothing. One difference with him: He seemed to know I'd seen the box. He never said it outright, but I felt it. And still, he teased me to wait, not to worry.
I was starting to get confused. Seoyeoni staying quiet. Hyeonwoo bragging like it was a game.
They both seemed to like it—maybe I was the only one freaking out? Should I just let it go? But how far?
I even thought about confessing I'd seen the box. Tell her this wasn't right, suggest toning it down, make her stop...
But then she'd come back from Hyeonwoo's and jump into my arms, and the words wouldn't come.
She was still the same. If anything had changed even a little, I'd have stopped it... But she still cherished me, loved me the same.
Our sex was the same too. No—actually, it had gotten better.
After coming back from Hyeonwoo and hiding those things, she'd focus solely on me. Hugging me tight, whispering she loved me, blushing that it felt so good with me. She'd even pamper me with affection, making me feel guilty.
And now, she even came with me. Not just normally—with me, she'd squirt like she did with him. Not as much volume, but it was a first for me, so the sense of accomplishment was huge.
It started around when she brought that little box. Maybe something in her had been... developed.
I hated the word developed. Hated that it came from him. Hated her hiding it from me.
But only I hated it. Seoyeoni and Hyeonwoo seemed satisfied. Or at least, neither said they hated it.
Should I just play dumb and let it slide? It wasn't like I purely hated it—that made it more confusing.
Either way, now Seoyeoni came during sex with me too. I didn't know how it connected to the collar or blindfold or whatever, but it happened...
Her feeling pleasure was so precious, I couldn't fully hate it.
And Seoyeoni confused me more. She'd gone beyond normal netorase sex into SM play with Hyeonwoo. Sure, things had changed, but her feelings for me stayed the same. If anything, they felt even stronger.
I didn't know what to do.
And so, Seoyeoni's secret box kept gaining new toys... as the days slipped by. One after another.