The Small Box (2)
Looking back, I'd always only ever received affection. From Mom and Dad, school friends, teachers, even strangers I'd just met. Anytime, anywhere, everyone adored me and thought I was cute. I'd taken that kindness and love for granted, as something completely natural.
Then I discovered something strange. A rough, forceful feeling, like being crushed under pressure. Being called by a title I'd never heard in my life, spoken to casually, handled without a care. No one had ever treated me that way before. I'd never even imagined it. It should have felt awful, offensive even, but strangely... I got pulled in.
I followed Minjeong unnie's lead, starting out of pure curiosity, and before I knew it, I was hooked. Deep down, maybe this was what I'd always wanted... I still don't know why. Was it because it was a sensation I'd never experienced? Had I grown tired of always being treated so sweetly? Why did that rough handling make me excited, make my body heat up?
Day by day, I met Hyeonwoo oppa more often. The time we spent together grew longer, and with that rough treatment came new experiences, new lessons. First it was a blindfold. Then light bondage. Handcuffs, leg irons. A dog collar and leash. Ball gag, nipple clamps. Even spanking.
It was embarrassing, humiliating, sometimes even painful, but I didn't hate it. Far from it—I started looking forward to it, waiting for it. And I changed too. I learned words I'd never dreamed of saying, and started uttering them casually. I discovered sensations I'd never known, drowned in them, begged for more. I did things so vulgar I couldn't believe it was me, clinging to Hyeonwoo oppa, pleading with him.
At some point, I even started wanting it more than he did. I'd approach him lying there, hand him the dog collar. Offer the handcuffs and beg to be bound, hand over the blindfold and plead to have it put on. As I changed like that, Hyeonwoo oppa's attitude shifted too. From treating me like a cute, lovable puppy to handling me more and more like Minjeong unnie.
Cold eyes, icy tone, giving commands. Teaching me even more degrading poses. Making me say even lewder things on my own. Showing me unimaginable pleasure and ecstasy, all while being rough and scary. But the moment playtime ended, the second he unclasped the dog collar, he'd turn back into the kind, warm oppa I knew. Patting me like I'd done well, soothing me, making me feel good again.
That contrast in his attitude tormented me even more. The rough sex during play, the normal but mind-blowing sex otherwise. Neither was something I could ever feel with Minjun oppa. In those different kinds of pleasure, I was tamed by Hyeonwoo oppa, bit by bit. I knew I was being tamed, but I couldn't resist.
I truly loved oppa—no, Minjun oppa—with all my heart, but my body kept saying something else. Even while doing it with Minjun oppa, I started thinking of Hyeonwoo oppa more and more. Guilt would overwhelm me; I'd feel so pathetic and frustrated that I'd cry all night. This wasn't right, so I even begged Hyeonwoo oppa about it. I bawled like an idiot, saying I wanted to feel it with Minjun oppa too, that I wanted to enjoy it with him.
He taught me one thing, but it only lasted a moment. All I realized was that Minjun oppa could never give me the sensations my body remembered. Sex with Hyeonwoo oppa kept getting better and better. Sex with Minjun oppa grew blander and blander.
Of course, I couldn't tell Minjun oppa. Not that I was getting hooked on this weird stuff, not that I genuinely craved sex with Hyeonwoo oppa now. I'd been putting it off. I knew better than anyone that I had to tell him someday, but I was scared, so I kept delaying. About the small box, about my true feelings on sex... I never imagined it'd come out like this.
After last night—the night I didn't want to remember—I sent oppa that text on Hyeonwoo oppa's orders. For the first time while having sex with Hyeonwoo oppa, I thought of something else. I barely came up with role-play. I explained it carefully so oppa wouldn't be shocked, but I don't know if it landed. Honestly, even I think it sounds stupid.
"Seoyeoni, go get your boyfriend some water."
"Yes, Master!"
I don't know. I just hope... oppa isn't disappointed in this side of me.
"Go get the box."
Hyeonwoo commands in a cold voice. It makes even me flinch.
Seoyeoni, kneeling at his order, jumps to her feet. No hesitation, no pause—it's not allowed. She's trembling so hard it hurts to watch, fumbling with shaky hands as she brings the familiar box.
"Hyung, you know what this is, right?"
"Uh, yeah..."
"Tools for playing with Seoyeoni."
"..."
"I told her to tell you, but she kept it hidden, huh?"
Seoyeoni kneels silently, trembling. It's not just worry about me misunderstanding—it's too intense for that. That red glow reflecting off her pussy keeps nagging at me.
"Seoyeoni's gonna explain each one."
"Mm..."
"You know, right? The name, what it's for, how it feels, why it's good—one by one, showing as she goes."
"...Yes. Master."
She hesitates just a split second, then opens the box. I see the familiar items I've peeked at a few times.
"Nah, hyung hasn't seen Seoyeoni like this before, right?"
"Yeah...?"
"Start with introductions. Introduce yourself as bitch Seoyeoni."
Seoyeoni looks up at Hyeonwoo with a blank expression. It's different from before.
"Don't wanna?"
"Ah, no, I..."
"Doing it again. How much more do you plan to hide? Your boyfriend needs to know."
"..."
"Hiding it doesn't make it go away. If you keep trying, won't hyung be even more disappointed?"
She flinches at "disappointed."
"If it were me, I'd feel left out. Keeping hiding it, covering it up, not showing—how's that different from cheating?"
"Ch-cheating...? I'm not... like that..."
"You've been hiding it this whole time, so yeah, you've already cheated. Behind your boyfriend's back."
"Th-that's not it...! Oppa, it's really not like that...!"
Seoyeoni looks up at me with desperate eyes. Cheating... I'd never even thought of that. But hearing it, it does feel kinda similar. For it to be netorase, there can't be secrets from me. If she keeps hiding, doing it on the sly, keeping it as our little secret, it starts feeling like real cheating. Like full netorare, where body and heart are stolen away.
"Seoyeoni decides. I can take off the collar and you two go home. Or talk alone—wouldn't be bad."
"..."
"Or show everything you've learned, everything you've done, right here."
Her eyes waver at Hyeonwoo's cruel words. Of course, I know it's not cheating. She didn't hide it out of malice toward me. That's why I want to know more. What exactly have they been doing that she's hiding this hard? What I've learned, what they've done... I need to know, whatever it is. So I can set the line.
"I... I too..."
"Huh...?"
Seoyeoni looks up at me with her big eyes.
"Can I see too? What you've been doing all this time... I wanna know."
"Ah..."
"I won't be disappointed or anything."
Seoyeoni squirms to her feet, standing before me. Whatever training she's had, she's trying not to fidget. At attention, fists clenched at her sides.
"Good. Just like always. First time showing your boyfriend, so put extra care into it, yeah?"
"Yes, Master..."
She's as tense as I am. Naturally, my dick's swelling too. My precious Seoyeoni, naked with a dog collar on. The name tag gleaming, calling Hyeonwoo "Master"—and I'm just getting excited. Honestly, it's not easy. Even with my filthy tastes, I never wished for full SM play. In a way, it's heavier than just sex. But here we are—Seoyeoni, tamed to Hyeonwoo's tastes, right in front of me.
"Start while looking at your boyfriend."
"..."
She takes a deep breath. Locks trembling eyes with mine. Suddenly, she jolts. She was standing straight, not moving, but now she starts shaking again. My mind goes blank. She fidgets with hands and feet, at a loss.
"What're you doing?"
"Hic...!? Yes! Th-then I'll do it...!!"
She swallows hard, opens her mouth, then clamps it shut. Her panic's making me antsy too. I want to put her at ease, but don't know how.
"Hmmm."
"Eek...! I-I'm a bitch...!!"
Her saying dick, pussy, sex still startles me... but then that vulgar word pops out of Seoyeoni's mouth. My heart drops, but it feels off. Kinda clunky, abrupt. Of course, just that one word has my dick throbbing to burst.
"Haha, Seoyeoni the bitch?"
"Y-yes...? Yes, a bitch! A bitch in heat... so I'm Master's..."
Flustered, she stumbles over her words. Hyeonwoo chuckles, patting her ass soothingly, like calming a scared puppy.
"You were doing so well. Tense in front of your boyfriend, huh~?"
"Huh...?"
He shrugs at me, gently coaxing her.
"Seoyeoni, start with the navel bow first."
"Ah...!"
Her face flushes bright red. She quickly clasps her hands above her navel. The silver chain dangles as she bows deeply.
"I-I'm Hyeonwoo oppa's bitch!"
"..."
"Seoyeoni bitch's pussy belongs to Master...! Please spoil Seoyeoni lots today too!"
I just stared blankly. Has she been doing this every time...? Calling herself Hyeonwoo's bitch, saying her pussy belongs to her Master Hyeonwoo? She bowed to me, but it wasn't for me. Obviously, it's the greeting she's been giving him all along.
Finished, Seoyeoni trembles, stealing glances at me. Watching my face, gauging my expression. What face should I make? For Seoyeoni, who's become Hyeonwoo's bitch...