Bondage Chic and Escape Plans
I didn't particularly like being tied up, but it took a while of me soothing her before Hanbyeol finally calmed down. Only then did she realize she was naked, pulling the blanket up bashfully to shield herself between me and the guildmaster.
"Don't look over here! And untie these mana restraints already. I can't even cast spells because of them."
"How am I supposed to untie them without looking?"
"I don't care!"
Thankfully, Hanbyeol was close with the guildmaster. Unlike me, who just logged in after work for raids and some casual grinding before heading out, they were hardcore gamers. They'd probably cleared every piece of content the game had to offer. The other guildmates and I had only exchanged polite greetings—distant acquaintances at best—and raids felt like business transactions, so unless you were as outgoing as Hanbyeol, it was hard to get chummy. Hell, during last season's raid, someone didn't even know who the raid leader was, despite them briefing us all day. I remember being pretty flustered when the gunner sent a gift icon to the main tank warrior for all their briefing troubles. Well, they ended up as a couple, so it was kinda sus anyway. But that's beside the point. I was a guy at heart, and having a minor like Hanbyeol naked and clinging to me was getting awkward. One wrong touch, and I'd be in handcuffs for sure. So I subtly tried to pull away from her embrace, murmuring,
"Um, Hanbyeol. I used to be a guy too, so this is a bit..."
"I know. But you're my big sis now. It's fine—I'll protect you. Just talk casually to me."
Instead, she clung even tighter. Worried I'd accidentally grope her, I pulled my hands back, and our chests brushed. I quickly averted my gaze. I wasn't some total prude, but any weird reaction here could ruin my life.
"Anyway, what exactly is our situation? I get that I'm the head of the crime syndicate that kidnapped you two."
Fortunately, the guildmaster steered the conversation back. It was exactly what I needed to prioritize, so I spilled what I knew—which wasn't much. We'd possessed our game characters, but we couldn't even confirm if this was the game world we knew or some parallel one. We'd woken up straight in prison—what could we do?
"So the freest one among us, our guildmaster, needs to scout things out."
"We're past guildmaster formalities now... Just call me Daesik. Fine, I get it. Letting you two loose would make me suspicious anyway. I've got solid footing here, so..."
"Just untie my bracelet, bro, and I'll wipe this place clean and go adventurer route. Isn't that fantasy 101? Duke's son, noble lady, saintess, whatever—we ain't any of that, so adventurers it is."
"Killing people isn't that easy. Anyway, we'll keep it as peaceful as possible..."
"Ugh, whatever. Untie this first."
"I'll hunt for the key. Pick some clothes from the rack here and get dressed."
Daesik tapped the clothing rack and left the room. Hanbyeol waited until the door clicked shut, then grabbed the outfits. But when she spread them out on the massive bed, none looked like sane everyday wear. Sheer black evening dresses thin enough to see through, maid outfits with plunging necklines exposing the chest, priestess robes that were priestly enough up top but slashed wide open from the waist down...
"Maid outfit!"
Hanbyeol gleefully slipped it on. I stared in disbelief, but on her petite frame, it looked more cute than sexy. The hem, short for adults, hit just right on her, and the cleavage was tamer than her usual mage gear. Huh, yeah. Western fashion's more chill about boobs than legs anyway. Maybe this was normal here. But that left me picking between the see-through dress and the priestess robe that'd flash my ass in a breeze.
"But no underwear like this...?"
"Game characters don't need undies. You're a healer, sis—this suits you perfect."
She shoved the slutty priestess robe at me, ditching the evening dress. Fine, better than outright dick-teasing slits—even if thighs showed, it covered the essentials and felt less embarrassing. Sure, as a former guy, I knew designs that teased without showing revved up the pervs more than full nudity, but from the wearer's side, coverage mattered. My bloodied, filthy body grossed me out for clothes anyway, so I rinsed off again before slipping into it. Wet fabric clung without drying—sticky, but it'd air-dry. No panties made my crotch feel exposed. The premium silk teased my nipples with every shift, making bold moves risky. Hanbyeol beamed that it suited me; I awkwardly smiled, thanked her, and said she looked cute too. The limp, silken drape hugged my limbs and curves shamelessly. Even Hanbyeol eyed my chest and waist, swallowing hard—super embarrassing. She wasn't some netkama trap, right?
"Whoa... sis's tits are always so huge..."
"Staring like that makes me shy."
"That's what makes it hotter."
Sketchy talk for her age, but kids these days know everything. Gotta suck it up as the adult. As she fidgeted fingers like she might grope me any second, I edged back—then Daesik returned, thank god.
"Got the key, but we need our stories straight. Made some excuses to dodge suspicion."
"Spill while you untie me."
Hanbyeol stuck out her mana-restrained ankle. Daesik knelt, unlocking it with a click.
"Said I like Ivy so much I freed you, but if you pull anything, I'll hurt Ivy. That kinda thing. Sorry, but Ivy, your freedom's limited. You're a priest, less risky alone than a mage."
"What? Then what about sis?"
"Uh... sorry, but you'll need to wear these normally."
Daesik pointed to restraints in the corner. Hanbyeol's face soured. I figured the original boss's tastes ran that way, but being the target irked me. What could I do? Water under the bridge. Raid-leading meant tough calls like this—I'd roll with it. Best option now.
"Can't be helped. Hanbyeol, help me out?"
"Sis, you're really wearing that?"
"Or illusion magic to make it look bound only when seen? Got anything?"
"No illusions in my skills. All offense."
No cheats, sadly. Hanbyeol glared daggers at apologetic Daesik, then fitted the restraints: arms crossed behind, straps circling my chest to thrust out my tits. Uncomfy, but the fabric clinging to my bound breasts tingled more. Were women's bodies this sensitive? Her touches during tying sparked lewd flutters; I kept my eyes down. One odd reaction, and I'd be socially toast. No allies as-is—if they ditched me, I'd be fantasy world's top heal-slave.
"Done. Yeah, sis—super slutty."
Adult-toy design; anyone old enough got it. Hanbyeol tugged the choker chain on my slim neck, smirked, and rested a hand on my hip. Innocent, probably—but feeling it up here meant perv-caught-by-minor. I flinched; excuses blurted.
"I'm ticklish..."
"Oh yeah? Take this!"
"Kyaaah?!"
Her hand dove under the side-slit robe, mercilessly tickling my waist. Fabric molded to her fingers, wriggling over skin. I squirmed, unleashing involuntary screams. Even as I toppled onto the bed, she mounted and tickled on, grinning mischievously.
"Sis, you sure you're not a netkama? Voice changer for guy vibes? That scream's pure girl."
"Nooo, stop..."
While I was down, she added leather ankle cuffs linked by a long chain—more accessory than limiter. Running might suck, though.
"Mm, sis—this look screams corruption. You'd win cosplay-perv of the year."
From a minor? Modern kids, man—or was I just old-school? Anyway, Daesik laid out the plan.
"Here's the action: Hanbyeol and I gather intel on this world. Subs won't touch Ivy, so just heal whoever needs it. Told 'em a healer's too valuable for slave duty. If the org crumbles, we've got an out: you're captive, sister's life on the line—no choice but to heal."
Thorough escape hatch. My role? Minimal. Fine by me—after stab wounds and blood, some R&R sounded good. Lazy homebody me wanted to slack, but playing reluctant built goodwill.
"Am I off too easy? Feels bad after what you two went through..."
"I should be sorry. Wasn't me, but you suffered horribly..."
"It's 'cause of me sis got hurt. I'll protect you—no dangerous stuff."
Yeah, their combat power outclassed mine. All max-level raiders—the gap was huge. Hanbyeol: mage. Daesik... what was guildmaster's class again? Couldn't recall. Guess I never cared about guy chars' specs.