Lend Me Your House
"What else? I bought it to use together with you!"
Oh Ha-na then casually looked my way and held out her hand.
"I spent quite a bit buying this, so give me half."
I stared at her in disbelief.
"What? You bought it on your own, so why are you asking me for money?"
Oh Ha-na crossed her arms and smiled slyly.
"I bought it for you, didn't I? Of course we should split the cost~ Besides, you're a doctor. You must have plenty of money, right?"
I was at a loss for words.
I could have refused, but I knew exactly what kind of stunt she would pull. She had blackmailed me this far already; she would definitely threaten to expose my two-timing if I pushed back now.
In the end, I let out a deep sigh and pulled out my phone to transfer the money.
Oh Ha-na checked the screen, then clapped her hands with a bright smile.
"Great~ So, what should we try first?"
A chill ran down my spine at those words.
"…What?"
"You're curious too, aren't you~"
Oh Ha-na reached into the box, pulled something out, and flashed an innocent smile.
I instinctively took a step back.
I'm screwed.
She lifted a red collar from the box and approached me, playfully swinging it. The high-quality leather collar had a sturdy metal buckle attached.
I felt an intense wave of rejection. I was a doctor—how could this possibly make sense?
"How about it? It looks like it'll suit you perfectly."
She smiled brightly and tried to fasten the collar around my neck. I reflexively twisted away to avoid her hands.
Absolutely not. My pride would never allow something like that around my neck.
"No. Don't do that."
But Oh Ha-na simply grinned and used her usual tactic.
"If you keep dodging, I'll tell everyone."
I froze. That same blackmail again.
I had heard it so many times, yet its effect remained just as powerful.
Calculations raced through my mind. I could refuse, but then… Compared to Seo Ji-hyun, Cho Soo-jin, and everyone at the hospital finding out about my two-timing, wearing just one collar seemed far better.
My face gradually hardened.
"…Haa."
I let out a deep sigh and glared at her. My eyes held defiance, but even that gaze was already losing its strength.
Oh Ha-na stepped forward as if she had been waiting and slowly wrapped the collar around my neck. The cold metal buckle touched my skin and clicked shut.
A chill spread across the back of my neck. Without thinking, I raised my hand to touch the collar. The soft leather felt unfamiliar.
Light yet firmly fastened, the sensation somehow felt as though it was binding everything about me.
"Now it feels right~ Jun-young, it really suits you!"
Oh Ha-na smiled in satisfaction and gently stroked my chin.
I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes.
Damn it.
My erection strained visibly inside the panties I was wearing—Oh Ha-na's panties.
Seeing that, she burst into genuine laughter, giggling uncontrollably. I could never tell whether she simply laughed a lot or genuinely enjoyed the situation. Probably both.
"Jun-young, you said you had erectile dysfunction, but you're as vigorous as a high-school boy."
She tugged lightly on the collar and stared straight at my face.
Annoyance surged inside me, yet I was already in no position to resist.
She pulled the collar and led me toward the bathroom. Then she turned me around, had me squat, and inserted an enema into my anus.
Cold liquid flowed inside. Within minutes, an unbearable urge hit and I emptied everything into the toilet. Afterward, Oh Ha-na cleaned my anus thoroughly with the showerhead and body wash before grabbing the collar again and dragging me toward the bed.
"Come on, hurry up~"
I instinctively tried to plant my feet, but my body moved on its own. It felt as though I were a truly tamed puppy being led by her.
When we reached the bed, she skillfully pressed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the mattress.
"What are you doing?!"
I tried to sit up in surprise, but she had already climbed on top of me and was guiding my wrists toward the bedpost.
Click—
Cold metal tightened around my wrists. I tried to raise my hands in a daze only to realize both were firmly secured to the bed frame. With my arms pulled upward, my range of movement was extremely limited.
"Hey, stop joking around. Take this off."
I struggled and spoke as if giving an order, but Oh Ha-na merely smiled and lightly patted my butt.
"No way~ Jun-young, you look so cute tied up like this, wearing my underwear and the collar."
I barely swallowed the curse that rose in my throat.
Since when had this ridiculous situation started feeling natural?
While I lay bound and helpless on the bed, she spread some strange cream evenly over my nipples, then pressed small round stickers with tiny needles precisely onto them. The needles were so small that they barely hurt, but the nerves around my chest gathered toward the nipples, making the already sensitive buds even more sensitive.
"Leave these on for three days. After three days, take them off, rest one day, then put new ones on."
"What is this…?"
"It's to make your nipples extremely sensitive. It's nothing weird, so don't worry too much."
It was definitely weird, and her explanation only made me more anxious.
While I worried, she laid large towels on the bed beneath my hips, opened a bottle of low-viscosity lube, pulled down the panties I was wearing to my knees, and poured a generous amount over my erection. The cold, sticky liquid soaked my cock and balls.
Oh Ha-na rummaged inside the box, pulled out a small package, and tore it open.
What emerged from her hand was a soft silicone object shaped like a pink cylinder.
I instinctively realized what it was and frowned. The shape was far too obvious.
The onahole was small enough to fit comfortably in her hand, a rounded silicone cylinder with both ends finished smoothly. Its surface was slick and soft with a slight elastic give. Most noticeably, a small narrow hole in the center stood out. That hole looked as though it were slightly parted, giving off an oddly realistic impression despite the silicone's softness.
"This one feels really good~"
Oh Ha-na smiled playfully and slipped a finger inside the onahole. Her finger sank lightly into the soft silicone, and she made an expression of genuine pleasure.
I furrowed my brow and turned my head away.
"What are you doing…"
But she ignored my reaction and curiously rotated the onahole on her palm while examining it.
"I wonder how soft it will feel once your cock goes inside. Aren't you curious?"
She spoke in a voice full of mischief and tilted her head. Then she squeezed lube into the onahole and brought it straight down onto my erection.
"Wait… wait a second!"
She immediately pushed my fully erect cock into the onahole.
From the narrow entrance coated in thick lube came an almost suffocating tightness. My cock was forced inside and completely enveloped. The sticky liquid trickled unpleasantly down my cleft, while the onahole gripped in her hand fit my shaft with uncanny precision, creating a strange pressure.
The deeper it sank into the tight hole, the clearer the sensation of the narrow, soft walls pressing against my skin became. Inside the onahole, everything was filled with lube, textured nubs designed purely for sexual pleasure, and a vacuum with no air.
When Oh Ha-na began shaking the onahole in earnest, my cock was helplessly tormented inside the narrow tunnel. Countless tiny bumps scraped relentlessly along the shaft. My swollen glans was crushed against the tight space and rubbed against the strange internal structures.
The interior moved like a living creature, devouring and relentlessly tormenting my cock in time with her hand movements. As her motions grew more intense, the wet squelching sounds from inside the onahole grew louder. I lost all reason. I had never felt anything so maddening before.
It was nothing like masturbating with my hand.
Without realizing it, I twisted my body and tried to resist, but my hands were cuffed and she pulled the collar taut. Forced to meet her eyes, I could offer no resistance at all.
My cock was crushed, scraped, and rubbed inside the narrow passage, sending overwhelming pleasure through me. Unable to hold back the urge to climax, I poured my semen into the onahole.
Because my shaft remained trapped inside, I didn't even realize I had come at first. She kept shaking the onahole. Right after ejaculating, having my oversensitive glans rubbed inside it turned pleasure into pain.
"Stop! Stop! I already came!"
Semen mixed with lube spilled out of the onahole. Only then did Oh Ha-na pull it off my cock.
"Jun-young, you looked like you were about to die from pleasure. Did the onahole feel that good?"
She tugged the collar harder, genuinely curious, and brought her face close to mine.
"…"
Too embarrassed to answer, I exercised my right to remain silent.
It had felt good, but admitting to a woman that an onahole had pleased me felt far too humiliating.
"Oh? Not going to answer?"
She raised one eyebrow and playfully expressed irritation, then immediately pulled out another onahole and squeezed lube inside it.
The second onahole she took out was transparent silicone and looked quite different from the soft pink one earlier. The previous onahole had mimicked a woman's insides with added bumps and patterns, but this new one appeared much harder and somehow intimidating. Its design seemed intended solely for intense milking.
"This one's a hard-type onahole. It's going to feel completely different from the last one. Look forward to it."
"No! I just came! Aagh…!"
And so, still bound, I was subjected to "milking" once more.