Cable Ties and Confessions
The next afternoon, Mingyu made his way toward the lecture hall for his Korean history class, glancing around casually as he walked. The corridor was already packed with students, most of them focused on their notes or coffee cups. He slipped through the crowd and pulled out his phone, logging straight into his familiar Twitter account.
“…She posted again.”
On the screen was a photo Ji-won had taken while lying down—her breasts, the curve of her waist, and her crossed thighs all blatantly on display. Dozens of comments sat beneath it, and his DM inbox was flooded with new notifications.
“Idiots… as if sending comments or DMs would make her like you! Meet up and get fucked? A girl would never do that… Tsk tsk.”
Scrolling lightly with his finger, Mingyu swallowed a laugh.
“Still… that bitch Ji-won… I wanna fuck her. Should I go pound her? She posted this herself without me even telling her to?”
He hadn’t given her any instructions, yet she was turning more and more into a horny bitch on her own. It was both impressive and amusing.
The number beside his DM inbox kept climbing rapidly.
“Hmm…”
Mingyu frowned for a moment, skimmed through them, then turned off the screen.
“Not checking the DMs? Whatever… I’ll leave it. If she’s curious, she’ll look herself.”
How Ji-won handled the account was now entirely up to her. Or rather, Mingyu knew it was more fun to leave it to her instincts.
Before he knew it, he had reached the classroom. Still looking at his phone, he naturally took an empty seat. Korean history was a required course for all majors—dance, literature, music, fashion—so students from every department mixed together. It was also one of Mingyu’s small, reliable pleasures: plenty of girls to look at.
Girls in dance uniforms with shirts thrown over them, fashion students whose hips entered the room before their waists, literature seniors whose buttons were done all the way up yet somehow still looked lewd…
“Haah… this is what Korean history class is all about… the intersection of national history and women’s bodies…”
Leaning back, Mingyu let his gaze slowly drift down to the asses of the girls walking to the front rows—the faint lines of stockings, rolled-up sweater hems, the exact moment skirts rode up when they sat down.
That was when someone quietly sat in the seat beside him. Mingyu didn’t bother looking over. He barely knew anyone in this class, and eye contact would only be a hassle. But then a fingertip lightly tapped his shoulder.
“…?”
Turning his head, he saw a small smiling face carefully enter his view. Yoo Eun-kyung. Her shy smile, her unusually neat hairstyle, and the silhouette of a skin-colored bra faintly visible through her thin shirt.
“…Why is she here…?”
Under his indifferent expression, Mingyu narrowed his eyes for a second. The same noona who had sent him masturbation material yesterday was now sitting primly in Korean history class.
“Hello!… Noona?”
Mingyu turned his gaze, casually scanning Eun-kyung’s outfit. She was still in her school uniform style, but today she wore only a thin short-sleeved blouse without a jacket. Her skirt was noticeably tighter and shorter than yesterday’s.
“…Oh? Is that the one she mentioned yesterday?”
Mingyu smirked and tilted his head slightly.
“Noona… your skirt got even shorter today, didn’t it? Your waist looks a bit tighter too.”
As if she had been waiting for that, Eun-kyung ran both hands over her thighs and nodded.
“Waa… M-Mingyu… you really have a good eye… You noticed…? I-I’m so happy you said that…”
She slowly moved her hands away from her thighs and turned her legs slightly toward him. At that moment, the hem of her skirt that had barely covered her thighs lifted, revealing the thin curve of black lace panties underneath. No tights, no shorts. Just long enough that any movement would expose the entire thing.
“S-So… how does it look…? It’s pretty short, right…? I was going to make it even shorter, but I was worried my underwear would show, so I stopped here… D-Do you like it shorter…?”
Trailing off, she lowered her gaze and leaned her hips forward, spreading her legs just a little toward him. Through the gap, the front of her black lace panties came fully into view. Sitting like this, the fabric had naturally ridden up, and the outline of her mound was faintly visible through the thin material. The lace edges pressed against her thighs, and the deep crease down the center drew the eye irresistibly.
“Uh… how is it…? I-I’m not wearing anything underneath…”
Mingyu held his breath for a moment. The fact that she was deliberately showing him made the situation feel strangely unreal.
“…Ah, it’s… a little visible, Noona…”
When he whispered that, Eun-kyung smiled mischievously and closed her legs again, turning her hips forward.
“…Then… only Mingyu gets to see. I won’t show anyone else… N-Noona will be careful too…”
Once class began, the same girl who had just been flashing her underwear sat upright, facing forward and pulling out her textbook as if nothing had happened. Her eyes were clear, her attitude that of a diligent student.
“…This noona… she really studies hard too?”
Mingyu felt a surge of confusion, fondness, and curiosity toward the unpredictable Yoo Eun-kyung.
When he opened the club room door, Eun-kyung was already there. Her hands rested on her knees, legs neatly together. Sitting properly in her chair, she smiled the moment she saw Mingyu and gave a small wave. Then she patted the chair across from her twice with her palm.
“She wants me to sit there…?”
Mingyu sat down in front of her without a word. The chair legs creaked, and Eun-kyung spoke as if she had been waiting.
“…H-How do I look, Mingyu…?”
Mingyu looked up at her face and replied with a sly smile.
“Hmm… I’m not sure yet, but one thing’s certain—you’re a pretty noona.”
Eun-kyung’s lips loosened into a relaxed smile.
“…Then… y-you don’t dislike me, right…?”
“Of course not, Noona.”
Eun-kyung took a short breath and carefully continued.
“Th-Then… in your eyes… Noona is… pretty… and things like that…?”
Mingyu chuckled briefly and nodded.
“Yeah. You’re really pretty, Noona.”
Eun-kyung smiled in satisfaction. She carefully placed her bag on her lap and began rummaging inside. After moving her hands for a while, she glanced at Mingyu once, then asked quietly with her hand still inside the bag.
“M-Mingyu… can you… put your hands together… and… interlock your fingers… tightly…?”
Mingyu smiled casually and held out both hands, clasping them firmly.
“Like this, Noona?”
“Y-Yeah… just like that… stay still for a moment…”
Eun-kyung nodded slowly and reached deep into her bag, carefully pulling something out. In her hand was a slightly thick black cable tie, curled into a loop.
“Huh? A cable tie? What are you going to—”
Before Mingyu could finish, Eun-kyung slipped the cable tie over his wrists. With a sharp zipping sound, it tightened deeply around his bound wrists. Before he could react, both of his hands were locked together like handcuffs.
“Huh…?”
Mingyu looked down at his tied wrists with a startled expression, then raised his head. Unlike her usual stuttering, timid self, Eun-kyung was breathing heavily, almost frantic, and words poured out of her in a rush.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Mingyu… I-I have the courage to confess… but… I don’t have the courage to be rejected…”
Mingyu still couldn’t quite grasp the situation. He forced a careful smile and asked.
“Haha… When did I reject you? And… am I really tied up right now…? Haha…”
Eun-kyung couldn’t look directly at his bound hands. She covered her face with both hands and muttered while curled up. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes were squeezed shut.
“…What do I do… I-I went and did it… Aaah… I’m sorry… Did I… make you… u-uncomfortable…?”
Her words trailed off weakly, and cold sweat beaded between her fingers. But Mingyu looked at the scene with a somewhat dumbfounded yet oddly familiar expression.
“…Well, my hands are tied, but if it really came down to it, there’s no way a girl could overpower me…”
He laughed like a sigh and lightly shook his bound hands, making it seem almost playful.
“No, I’m not uncomfortable. It’s fine. I was a little surprised, though… Carrying cable ties around, haha… that’s unexpected.”
He lowered his voice gently, careful not to startle her.
“Since my hands are tied like this… it’s a little easier for you to say what you want, right?”
At those words, Eun-kyung lifted her head. With her lips pressed tightly together, she carefully looked at Mingyu’s face. Her eyes held both relief and an indescribable joy. But there was something different this time—her usual clumsy smile was gone. Instead, a faint, heated desire flickered in her gaze as she looked at him. Her lips stayed closed, but her eyes smiled quietly, and that smile somehow felt lewd. It was the face of a woman who had already made up her mind. The face of someone who no longer cared if her desires were discovered.
“N-Noona? Haha… You’re not planning to force something on me, are you…?”