Chapter 54
Translator: uly
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: The Black Thread of Fate - 2
Aesu Aemu.
Aesu Aemu is a Goguryeo custom recorded in the Samguk Sagi, an act of affection performed to resolve a lover's sad worries .
This was a popular custom in Goguryeo, recorded not only in the Samguk Sagi but also in Goguryeo paintings.
"You want to be tied up? What are you talking about?"
Does Cheonsalseong have some deep-seated worry? I don't have such sexual preferences myself, but if Cheonsalseong wants it, I might have to do it while holding back tears.
"I have an unusual sleeping habit."
"What kind of unusual sleeping habit requires you to be tied up like a criminal? This is hard for me to understand, Oppa."
This Oppa can understand your peculiar sexual tastes. Feel free to speak plainly.
"I kill people."
"Ah! Really? Then I should do it."
It seems she unfortunately wasn't a Goguryeo person. Who knew Cheonsalseong had such a sleeping habit too.
I've seen people who snore or talk in their sleep, but a sleeping habit of killing people is quite exotic.
So, I've been sharing a room for two days with a woman who kills people in her sleep?
"I don't want to kill you. So, tie me up."
"So-hee. Wouldn't it be better to get a separate room for such a problem?"
Come to think of it, there's no need to tie her up. We could just get separate rooms and sleep.
"No. I want to sleep with you."
Oh wow.
I've never heard a confession like this in my life.
If the modern Kang Yun-ho had heard such words from a beauty like this, he would have first looked around to check for hidden cameras, scams, or pyramid scheme solicitations.
Once it was clear it was none of those, he would have shed tears of emotion, held her hand, and gone to a convenience store. He would have proudly smiled while handing the clerk a palm-sized box. He might have even shown off, saying, "Envious? When I was in your position, I envied customers like me too. Your good days will come soon. I'm going ahead to meet my good days," and left the change.
Unfortunately, that wasn't her intention.
"So-hee. Then, give me the rope."
"Here."
Cheonsalseong handed me a thin black rope. The rope I received felt distinctly different from ordinary hemp rope.
Was it made of leather? The texture was excellent. The flawless, smooth surface had no loose fibers.
'It's the perfect rope for Aesu Aemu.'
It might seem like any rope would do for SM purposes, but that's not the case.
Poorly made ropes have splinters that prick the skin. If they're stiff and untamed, they can chew into the flesh.
Only after singeing off the loose fibers over a weak flame and oiling them do they become ropes suitable for binding people.
In that sense, this rope was meticulously crafted to avoid injuring people.
"Should I tie your hands with this?"
I pulled the rope taut with both hands and held it out to Cheonsalseong. Should I tie her hands and feet like a criminal?
"It's a special item. You only need to tie my hands when the sleeping habit seems severe."
Then where should I tie her?
"So-hee. Then, how should I tie you?"
I looked at Cheonsalseong with a curious expression. She seemed to have something to say, her lips moving slightly, but she couldn't speak.
Should I start with her feet?
"You..."
As if her hesitation had ended, she spoke the words lingering on the tip of her tongue.
"Huh?"
"Do you know something called turtle tying?"
Turtle tying?
Don't tell me... Tortoiseshell bondage?
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I couldn't bring myself to say I'd coincidentally seen numerous audiovisual educational materials.
Wow! Turtle tying! You know about tortoiseshell bondage! For those who might not know, let me explain. It's the most famous method of Aesu Aemu using rope, and when fully tied, it's ex.treme.ly ero.tic.
This can't be happening.
Why on earth would she ask for tortoiseshell bondage to restrain her body? Is she testing me? The fact that she's asking for tortoiseshell bondage in the first place is suspicious.
Some people think tortoiseshell bondage is a type of restraint because it binds the body, but in reality, it's merely a method used between lovers to enjoy psychological roleplay, with the genital area under pressure.
If she might kill someone in her sleep, binding her limbs would suffice; if that's not enough, tie her neck and connect it to knots on her arms. There's no need to specifically ask for tortoiseshell bondage.
"I... can't do this alone."
"How did you manage before? Didn't you tie yourself and go to sleep?"
"When I was young, my master tied me. Recently, I just slept alone."
"Ah, I see. Was your master a man, by any chance?"
Could it be her master's sexual preference, not Cheonsalseong's? Performing tortoiseshell bondage on a child...
I want to take him to the authorities immediately and shout, "This bastard here, Officer!"
"No. A woman."
"I see."
She must have tied her out of a caring heart for the child. What a master.
"If I don't tie myself with this, I can't sleep here."
Then just don't sleep. I wanted to retort, but Cheonsalseong's expression looked pitiful, like a child caught alone in the rain.
It's a golden opportunity to drive her away...
But it makes me hesitate.
If it's neither Cheonsalseong's nor her master's sexual preference, then perhaps, as Cheonsalseong says, the rope has some special power.
Maybe it serves to control Cheonsalseong's killing intent during sleep.
Asking for tortoiseshell bondage might be because when the whole body is bound, some power emerges that helps control Cheonsalseong.
"If you're tied with that rope, can you sleep comfortably?"
"It's not comfortable, but I can sleep."
Well, you can't sleep comfortably tied up with rope.
"So-hee. Then, how can Oppa help you?"
Right. I should make her leave on her own. She won't leave if I try to chase her to another room. I decided to help.
"I can do most of it myself. The problem is the heart."
"The heart?"
"The closer the rope is to the heart, the stronger the effect. I need to separate two points below the collarbone and above the solar plexus, but when trying to tie that part, my mind gets hazy and my strength fades, so I can't do it."
Cheonsalseong pointed to her own heart.
Oh. So she wants me to tie her chest?
"No. So-hee. How can I, as a man, touch that part of a young woman..."
Thank you. I'm grateful.
"...Please."
Cheonsalseong lowered her head and spoke in a soft voice.
Wow. She knows how to ask. Until now, it's been half-commanding, but this time, I definitely felt her desperation.
"Alright. So-hee. I'll give it a try."
"Then. Turn around for a moment."
I turned around as she asked.
Rustle, rustle.
A sound tickling my ears came from behind. That's the sound of clothes being removed.
"So-hee?"
"Don't turn around."
Don't tell me. I'd be fine with it, but is she really undressing?
"You can turn around now."
Wait. I need to mentally prepare myself.
So-hee. Oppa isn't that kind of man.
If you attack me like that, oh yeah, but we should get to know each other better. Let's start with the adult stage of getting to know each other physically first.
Alright. Let's not pretend to be flustered.
Steeling myself, I turned around. Cheonsalseong had changed into thin, comfortable sleepwear.
Ugh. I got my hopes up for nothing.
"I'll do the basic part myself."
Cheonsalseong tied the rope around her neck, passed it through the valley between the great peaks, over her navel, and let it hang down toward her lower abdomen.
Just a single centerline on her body, yet it was more sensual than expected. I knew where not to look, but I still pretended to be embarrassed for a moment.
Cheonsalseong tied knots here and there, then passed the rope behind her back, tying her body vertically once.
"Ahh."
A voice weaker than Cheonsalseong's usual tone flowed out. It seems just creating a line dividing her body front and back vertically has an effect.
"So-hee. Do you need help?"
"Ah, I'm okay for now."
Cheonsalseong bit her lip once and busily moved her hands to create a tortoiseshell pattern on her navel line and solar plexus line.
Is that self-tortoiseshell bondage? So she really can do it alone. In audiovisual materials, it's always done by two people, so I thought it was impossible alone.
"Ugh!"
"So-hee! Are you okay?"
Cheonsalseong's leg strength suddenly gave way. I hastily reached out and caught her as she started to fall forward.
In that state, she leaned her head slightly forward and brought her lips close to my ear.
"Now... do it."
Her faint breath tickled my ear.
Hey, if you don't specify the subject, verb, and object clearly, your statement could be misunderstood.
"Alright. Sit down first."
Carefully, I held Cheonsalseong and sat her on the floor.
Cheonsalseong's knees touched the ground first, as if her legs had no strength, and her calves folded backward, forming an M-shape only possible for women.
"Hu, hurry."
"Alright. I'll give it a try."
I started tying from behind Cheonsalseong to avoid touching the front as much as possible. Using the remaining rope, I wrapped it once below her chest and once above her chest separately, then tied them.
"Ahh."
The closer the rope touched her chest, the more Cheonsalseong's eyes seemed to lose focus.
"So-hee. Will this do? So-hee!"
Snap out of it. If someone discovers this situation, I'll be arrested on the spot.
"Loose... Tighten it."
"I'll tighten it!"
I exerted force and pulled the rope. As the rope tightened, her chest surged forward like a great mountain revealed from behind mist.
"Hnggh!"
With a moan, the strength left Cheonsalseong's upper body. Fortunately, I was holding the rope, so she didn't fall over, but it seemed all strength had drained from her body.
"So-hee? So-hee!"
Did she faint?
This is absolutely ridiculous.
I carefully picked Cheonsalseong up and placed her on the bed.
Fortunately, Cheonsalseong's eyes were open. She hadn't fainted, but perhaps lacked the strength to respond.
Her eyes were open, but unfocused. It seemed the tied rope was having some effect.
'This is incredible.'
The sight of Cheonsalseong lying on the bed tied with rope was a tremendous spectacle.
The rope binding her accentuated her figure as stark auxiliary lines.
Her whole body bound, lying on the bed, her face slightly flushed, breathing shallowly—her body was eros itself.
Even though she's Cheonsalseong, a fact I try not to think about, her figure is truly unbelievable.
It looked big even normally, but her chest, tightly constricted by the rope, was like a high mountain waiting to be conquered by someone.
I swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
"Hnggh!"
I'm going crazy. I really don't know how to handle this absurd situation.
Even if she is Cheonsalseong, an accident might happen if this continues.
"So-hee. Oppa will step out for a moment."
I should leave her like this to sleep and go get some fresh air.
I turned my body to head toward the guest room door.
"Yu, Yun-ho."
With nowhere to focus her gaze, she reached out her hand, calling for me in a voice like a sick child looking for its mother.
"Don't... don't go."
I'm going insane.
Really.