Chapter 3
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Do-ha opened her eyes in bed, met my gaze, and screamed. She tumbled noisily out of bed like she'd lost her mind, then scurried on all fours to the corner, hid her naked body behind the curtain, and trembled.
"Is poke okay for breakfast?"
"Ah, ah... I-I'm sorry. Please stop..."
Maybe the psychological shock had been severe; Do-ha pressed her palms together in a begging gesture. She fidgeted, unable to keep her arms and legs still, and even when I held her tight, the trembling wouldn't subside. I thought a bath would help calm her, so I went to the bathroom and ran warm water into the tub.
"Eat this while the bath fills."
"..."
"Don't want it? Want to eat off the floor instead?"
"Ah, no, no."
I scooped up big bites of halved boiled egg, salmon, and assorted vegetables drizzled with dressing and put them into Do-ha's small, cute mouth. She must have tried to swallow too fast, because she choked and coughed, so I put a straw between her lips. With tears beading in her eyes, Do-ha sucked at the water through the straw, and her face was so lewd and lovely that I felt myself get a little wet below.
The tub finished filling just as she finished eating. I checked the temperature with my hand, then brought Do-ha over. Even with both of us inside, the tub was big enough to stretch out our legs. I pulled her into my arms and half-reclined.
Maybe the warm bath had calmed her too; her slurred speech had improved a little.
"Phew."
"Ahh... it's warm."
"Yeah, it is."
"I-it's been so long since we took a bath together, babe..."
"Do-ha."
"Hm?"
"I'll forgive you for yesterday."
"R-really? Thanks, babe. Hehe. I won't do it again."
"Yeah... but if you try to run away again, hmm, should I cut off all your limbs? How about it? Like a teddy bear."
Do-ha's face visibly paled. I poked her cheek a couple of times.
"No, I should just turn you into a complete wreck—barely able to talk, drooling everywhere, and capable of saying nothing but 'please fuck me~' whenever you see me."
"Hic—"
"I'm trying really hard, so you try hard too, okay?"
"N-ngh..."
"If you just do as I say, none of that will happen, right? Hm?"
When Do-ha didn't answer, I tugged her nipple. Startled, she nodded frantically.
"Ow! Uh, yeah, ah, ah, okay!"
"Hmm, good."
I bit down on Do-ha's small, delicate shoulder. She flinched, and I chuckled.
Do-ha kept staring blankly at water droplets on the ceiling falling onto the floor tiles. I brushed her hair back. As I rubbed a lathered shower ball over her back, the suds slid sleekly down her fair skin, over my fingers, trickling. Just having our bodies pressed together like this filled me with satisfaction, and I hummed. Do-ha was nestled in my arms, fidgeting her fingers as if she didn't know where to put her hands, and it was so cute that I tugged her nipple harder than before.
"Ow, ah, it hurts."
"Hurts~?"
"Uh, yeah."
Had the shock treatment really worked? Her completely obedient attitude was almost absurd. All that time I'd bent over backward just to sleep with her suddenly felt ridiculous. I should've done this—should've done this from the start.
After the bath, feeling petty for no reason, I aimed the showerhead at Do-ha's pussy and turned on the cold water. Do-ha flinched and clamped her legs shut.
"Tsk."
At the sound, she flinched, slowly opened her legs, and let the hard stream of water hit her pussy without resistance. She trembled, biting back a moan as she came. She was so cute I kissed her.
*
After the bath, she was still cold even after I dried her with a towel, so I hurriedly pulled some clothes from the dresser and dressed her. The sleeves were a little oversized and loose, but that only made her look cuter, so I left them on. Maybe it was the warm air from the hair dryer; Do-ha closed her eyes and sat quietly while I dried her hair.
Once her hair was dry, I fastened a leash meant for a large dog around Do-ha's neck and tied it beside the bed. I'd considered using a chain, but it would be cold, the clanking would get annoying, and it seemed inconvenient for everyday use, so I'd carefully chosen a leash about five meters long instead.
I laid Do-ha back on the bed, put a blindfold on her, and while I secured her arms and legs to the bed, she didn't resist. I took out a vibrator, cleaned it, pressed it against her clitoris, and taped it in place with strong adhesive tape.
"I have things to do, so stay quiet. Got it?"
"Ah—b-babe? Why? Why? Wait, take it off—"
Ignoring Do-ha's pleading, I went to the desk, opened my laptop, and checked the backlogged inbox. About an hour must have passed when I heard Do-ha's voice calling for me desperately, nearly in tears. I wanted to go hold her right then, but I didn't answer, worried it would reinforce bad habits.
After who knew how long, I faintly heard Do-ha calling in a terrified voice. "Babe? Babe, are you there...?" Pretending I couldn't hear her was hard.
Bzzz. I picked up my phone vibrating on the desk.
"Yes, hello."
"Ah, Director Lee, I'm calling to report back on what you mentioned this morning."
"Go ahead."
"Company A has come back with a revised proposal. The unit price is unchanged, but they want to extend the contract period by one more year."
Crash—bang.
"...If the terms are settled, coordinate with the managing director first, then bring it back to me."
"Oh, yes, understood."
I closed the laptop and went to the bedroom. There was Do-ha, crawling across the floor like a fish out of water, her face and hair a complete mess.
"B-babe, I really can't... it's too much, it hurts—"
She crawled toward the sound of my voice and fumbled for my ankle, clutching it while her jaw chattered as she begged. My heart melted. When I took off the blindfold, I could see her eyes quivering violently.
"I told you to stay still."
"Hic... h-hic... ngh... hhk... b-babe... baaabe..."
"Okay, okay, I'm here."
I barely managed to calm Do-ha, who was babbling incoherently. When I checked the time, it was already evening, so I asked what she wanted to eat. Curled in my arms and drooling, she still didn't look capable of thinking much, so I ended up choosing dinner for her. As I considered what to get, I remembered the restaurant we'd gone to last time.
"Remember that Japanese place at the intersection we went to last time? You said the salmon sushi with spicy sauce was good."
"R-right."
"How about there? Sound okay?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"I'll go pick it up and come right back, okay? You can stay put, right?"
I wasn't sure she was even listening to me. Ever since I'd taken off the blindfold, Do-ha's eyes had been fixed only on me. No matter what I said, she just nodded vigorously in agreement. I didn't mind Do-ha like this.
Seriously, why didn't that place deliver? It was a little annoying, but there weren't many things Do-ha could enjoy anymore, so I wanted to let her eat what she wanted, even if it was only one meal.
*
I'd hurried back so the food wouldn't get cold, but Do-ha was nowhere in the house. Do-ha, who was supposed to wait quietly in the bedroom and greet me with a smile when I came in, was nowhere. The leash that should have been around her neck had been cut with scissors. The thread of my reason snapped. Thud-thud-thud-thud—I stomped down the stairs to the first floor, checked the kitchen, checked the second-floor terrace. I'd set the double lock, so she must have tried to leave and failed.
I took a slow breath, trying to calm the rage rising to my head, when I caught a very, very faint sound. My eyes went to the dressing room. A half-cut red harness strap was sticking out from under the door.
"Ha."
I yanked the door open. The sight of her buried in a pile of clothes, trembling, was absurd. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out immediately. Do-ha crawled out on all fours like livestock being hauled to the slaughterhouse.
Imagining Do-ha scrambling down to the kitchen the moment I left, hunting for the kitchen scissors—the fury surged again.
I shoved all the food I'd bought into the sink and dragged Do-ha to the bed. The kitchen scissors she'd used on the harness strap lay on the floor. When she saw the scissors in my hand, she resisted with her whole body, so I punched her wherever I could—face, stomach, it didn't matter. Then I mercilessly cut through her shirt and shorts. Snip, snip. As the blades worked their way from the hem toward her neck, Do-ha's jaw trembled.
Once I dragged Do-ha into the punishment room, she panicked and tried to run. I threw her to the floor and kicked her in the stomach for about ten minutes until she went quiet. I bound her ankles in place while she was naked, spread her legs wide, and positioned her arms alongside her head. From this angle, she looked a little like an overturned frog waiting to be executed.
Blindfolded with a ball gag in her mouth, Do-ha's jaw looked strained. I shoved a vibrating dildo hard into her dry pussy. She seemed to be trying to say something, but I didn't want to see her face or hear her voice right then, so I left her there and walked out of the punishment room.