Lend Me Your House
"Hey, give me back my clothes."
I finally couldn't hold back and demanded it from her.
I wanted nothing more than to strip off this grotesque outfit.
Oh Ha-na paused as if thinking, then slowly opened her bag.
She pulled out the clothes, underwear, and sneakers I had originally been wearing.
A faint spark of hope flickered inside me.
But instead of handing them over, she dangled the clothes in front of my eyes and smiled lightly.
"These?"
In the next instant she strode over to a nearby trash can and tossed everything inside without hesitation.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"
I tried to lunge forward, but the high heels threw off my balance and I nearly fell.
Staring at my clothes vanishing into the trash, my entire body went rigid. It was absurd. Devastating.
"Guess you have nothing left to change into now."
Oh Ha-na watched my expression with playful amusement.
What was just a game to her was irreversible for me.
"..."
I could only stare blankly at the trash can.
The only clothes left were the ones I was already wearing.
My pride felt like it was shattering into dust.
I had thought that if I could just change, I might still salvage something. Now there was no way out.
Oh Ha-na studied my face with obvious delight, crossed her arms, and laughed.
"Teacher, what are you going to do? No clothes… so I guess you’ll just have to stay like that?"
I clenched my fists and let out a long sigh.
Every path I could choose had disappeared.
Wee~wee~
Suddenly the vibrator that had been silent inside me began to buzz.
Stimulated in the prostate while dressed like this in public, I couldn’t stay upright. I bent my knees and stopped walking.
"Kh… Hey!"
"Teacher, what’s wrong all of a sudden?"
Oh Ha-na uncrossed her arms and casually ran her hand over my ass.
"Hmm? Why are you shaking so much?"
She asked innocently, pretending she had no idea the vibrator was on.
I ground my teeth and glared at her. She was infuriating.
Then she simply turned and walked ahead, leaving me behind.
I panicked and reached for her.
"W-wait! Hold on!"
She didn’t even glance back, just kept walking lightly.
The thought of being left alone in women’s clothes was terrifying. It felt like she was a mother abandoning a whining little girl.
I tried to hurry after her, but the vibrator and the unfamiliar heels made every step painfully slow. Each time my foot landed, the vibration hit my prostate harder. The distance between us never closed, and I kept wobbling, barely keeping my balance.
No matter how desperately I tried, I couldn’t catch up.
Eventually my legs gave out. Panting, I stopped where I stood.
My thighs trembled. Sweat soaked my body. The vibrator was becoming unbearable.
Worse, I had to constantly worry about the short skirt riding up, the heels, and the eyes of passersby. Too many things to think about.
Oh Ha-na stayed just far enough ahead that the Bluetooth didn’t disconnect. She sighed in frustration, then finally switched the vibrator off.
"Seriously~ Teacher, you’re so slow!"
She turned around, grabbed my wrist, and started dragging me along.
"Let’s go already."
I followed with a miserable expression, pulled toward home.
The moment we reached the apartment I collapsed at the entrance.
Walking in 9 cm heels had been far more exhausting than I imagined. My legs shook and my ankles throbbed.
I wanted to take the shoes off, but even moving felt impossible.
Oh Ha-na slipped her own shoes off first and went inside. She returned carrying something from the corner of the room.
A red collar.
The sight made my breath catch.
"Here, Teacher. From now on, the moment you come home you put this on before you take your shoes off."
She smiled playfully and brought the collar to my neck.
I flinched back on instinct, but she ignored it, fastened the collar around my throat, and tightened the buckle.
The unfamiliar pressure against my skin felt humiliating. It was as if I had become her property.
"Perfect. It suits you so well~"
Oh Ha-na looked genuinely pleased.
Still wearing the women’s clothes, I was dragged by the collar straight to the bed and pushed down again.
At least she didn’t cuff me today.
She adjusted my position until I was face-down with my hips raised, then lifted the skirt, tugged the pantyhose and panties down to my knees, and exposed my hole completely. While her fingers played over it, she spoke.
"Teacher, don’t I look more like an anal surgeon than you?"
She glanced at my face with a mischievous expression.
I sighed and turned my head to look at her.
"You can’t even study properly, so what—"
Before I could finish, her expression twisted.
"What? Do you have any idea how hard it is to become a nurse?"
She pouted, eyebrows drawing together.
I didn’t care.
"Still easier than becoming a doctor."
Oh Ha-na stared at me in disbelief, then yanked the collar tight.
"Look at you, Mr. Great Doctor—cross-dressed, locked in a chastity belt and collar, ass up for a girl four years younger than you."
"That’s… because of you…! Ngh—"
A thick dildo slammed into me in one thrust, vibrator still inside. It shoved the toy even deeper, and she switched it on at full power.
Wee-wee-wee~
The vibration was faster than before. Deep inside, it was strangely more bearable than direct prostate stimulation, but the dildo’s numerous bumps scraped mercilessly against my walls and prostate.
Without lube it was painfully tight, so she pulled it out, applied generous lube, and pushed it back in. The bumps now glided smoothly, sending intense sparks through my prostate.
My cock tried to harden inside the chastity belt and only throbbed painfully.
Oh Ha-na was clearly angry. Her movements were rough, completely devoid of playfulness. She was fucking me in earnest, as if determined to crush every shred of medical authority I possessed.
The pain became too much.
"I’m sorry! Ha-na, I’m sorry, really!"
Her thrusts slowed. She seemed to calm down.
She pressed her chest against my back, pulled the collar to lift my head, and whispered right against my ear.
"I’ll punish you later for talking to me like that. I’ll train you so thoroughly you’ll never have those thoughts again. Look forward to it."
The word “punish” sent a chill down my spine.
All week she developed my prostate and nipples. She never once unlocked the chastity belt.
The routine was always the same. After work I came home with her, put on the collar the moment I stepped inside, then showered together. She washed me. Afterward she dressed me in her lingerie and clothes, applied makeup, and spent hours tormenting my nipples and hole with every toy she owned.
Men’s clothing was now forbidden at home. She said it was more fun to play with my ass and nipples while I was cross-dressed.
After hours of training we ate dinner, spent some time apart, then before bed she would peg me or stimulate me again.
Because it was Friday night, the pegging lasted until late.
After being pounded for a long time, my insides burned and felt like they were tearing. I begged her to stop.
"Ugh… Ha-na… Please, no more…"
"Haa… haa. You really can’t take it, huh."
The white bikini she had forced on me was soaked with sweat, precum, and lube. The moment she pulled the strap-on out, my raised hips collapsed and I flopped onto the bed.
She dragged me by the collar into the bathroom for another shower, then made me keep the bikini on afterward.
We ended up lying in bed together, me still wearing the bikini. We faced each other and held on tightly. I could feel her warmth, hear her breathing right beside me. Her soft hair brushed my cheek.
Then my phone suddenly rang.