How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Bo(Chubi)Beam…?
“Since you failed to properly uphold the terms of our agreement, I shall, in accordance with the contract, pay only one-tenth of the fee. Remake the item I ordered and bring it back.”
At Brother Namgung’s declaration, Lady Arin’s previously expressionless face drained of color in an instant.
“……What?! Why…?”
“I asked you to craft me a personal self-defense weapon. I never once requested a weapon fit for open warfare. …Honestly, at this rate I may have to reconsider any future investment in your workshop altogether.”
“Ugh…! I-I’m so sorry…! Please, just give me one more chance…!”
Watching Lady Arin’s complexion turn whiter by the second under Brother Namgung’s every word, I found it hard, as a man, to simply stand by and do nothing.
“Uh, Brother Namgung, maybe don’t be so harsh—could you just look the other way this once…?”
I had pictured myself either firmly restraining him or persuading him with smooth, flowing eloquence… yet the words that actually left my mouth were, even to my own ears, pitifully weak. There was no chance Brother Namgung would be swayed.
“Then will you, penniless as you are, cover the production costs of the weapon I entrusted to him? Of course not. In that case, stay out of it.”
“Urgh…”
Just how much money did he sink into this ‘Yoyo’ thing that he’s bullying people this mercilessly…?
A creeping sense of dread told me that pushing further would only land me in deeper trouble, like stepping into a trap—but I had just been called penniless in front of a woman I had taken a liking to, even if we had only just met. I could not back down here.
“I-I’ll… pay with my body…! That should settle it, right?!”
For a fleeting moment Brother Namgung seemed to wear that wicked smile of his… but when he turned to look at me, his expression was as cold as before. Maybe I had imagined it.
“Very well. Then let’s do this. …There’s a task I’ve been asked to handle, but I have other business of my own. You and Arin will…”
And so, before I quite knew what was happening, the conversation had settled on Lady Arin and me helping with Brother Namgung’s highly suspicious “task.” I never imagined it would turn out to be quite this strange.
“First, both of you—remove everything except the chastity belts and change into the prepared outfits.”
…Both of us… chastity belts…!?
I had already been thrown by the unexpected situation; the suited man’s nonsensical demand only plunged me deeper into confusion. In hindsight, that was only natural.
“Please change at once.”
While I stood there reeling, the man in the suit laid the so-called “outfits” before my eyes and began urging me to put them on. Yet no matter how I looked at them, those “outfits” were far too difficult to call clothing—they were nothing more than lewd props.
“…Th-this… isn’t an ‘outfit,’ is it…?”
“In order: a choker, a peephole bra with holes in the center, a garter belt, high knee-socks, and a tail-shaped vibrating plug. Perfectly reasonable to interpret them as an outfit.”
Watching the suited man state such absurdities as if they were simple fact, I desperately wanted to fire back with a cutting retort of my own—but with my far-from-eloquent tongue, nothing remotely clever came to mind.
Ugh, what the hell is this…?
Whether from sheer embarrassment or the hot tea I had drunk earlier, sweat began beading on my skin and sliding down my chest toward my navel.
“…If you truly wish to back out, then as written in the contract you may pay a penalty of ten times the fee of ten silver taels. That is, one hundred silver taels…”
“……One hundred silver taels?! That’s ridiculous…! If it’s going to be like this, I’m just going home…!”
The instant I raised my voice, veins standing out on my neck as I prepared to tear into the suited man’s nonsense—
A firm grip closed on my shoulder from behind. Lady Arin.
“I’m sorry, Gaeul…! Think of it as saving me—please, just help me this once…!”
Her voice was trembling outright. When I turned and saw her face, the cool composure she had maintained until now had cracked; her tightly bitten lips laid bare her anxiety, and that alone held me back from storming out on the spot.
“…Even so, you’re asking me to wear this and help…?”
“If we fail this job as well, our workshop will be buried under debt…! I’m begging you—please help us just this once…!”
“…….”
Come to think of it, the condition for Brother Namgung’s forgiveness had been that we handle the task he had been asked to do. From Lady Arin’s perspective, botching things here would almost certainly mean the end of whatever investment Brother Namgung had made.
…And if I walk away now, any chance of growing closer to Lady Arin is gone forever, isn’t it…?
“Haa…”
What am I supposed to do?
I had no idea whether Brother Namgung had knowingly ordered this absurdity or had simply passed along a request… and yet I could hardly ignore Lady Arin bowing her head and pleading right in front of me. On top of that, bolting now would probably bring trouble down on my own head as well. By the time I came to my senses, I was thoroughly cornered.
Lady Arin said she would change separately and disappeared somewhere—probably a dressing room—while I felt no particular need for one and simply decided to change right there. The real issue, however, was not whether to use a dressing room…
“D-do I… really have to wear this too…?”
Wiping away sweat that seemed to be flowing more and more freely, I pointed out the object the suited man called a “plug,” one end of which looked exactly like a cat’s tail. The other end was nearly identical to that “white, wavy toy” Brother Namgung had once shoved into my rear during punishment; its purpose was not hard to guess.
The suited man nodded.
“If you don’t wear it, the work we’re doing right now loses all meaning.”
“Haa……. Nngh…”
“If insertion is difficult, I can provide lubricant—”
Schlick—
Having come this far with no way to refuse, I resigned myself and pushed the plug in—only for an embarrassingly lewd sound of mucosa rubbing against mucosa to ring out.
“…Eastern martial arts never cease to amaze me. Artificially forcing the body to secrete large amounts of internal lubricant… I had thought our method of transplanting slime was the best, but this is quite…”
“Uh… what do you mean by that…?”
When I asked the suited man, who was muttering cryptic remarks just like Brother Namgung, he simply shook his head.
“…It’s nothing. Well then, that seems more or less settled. Once Arin arrives, we shall begin the shoot.”
“Nngh, so hot…”
I was left waiting for the lady under bright lights; whether from the heat of the lamps or something else, my body grew even hotter, until the sweat coating my skin gleamed under the reflected light.
“Hoo, hoo… it feels… way too hot in here…”
I turned to the suited man and showed him the sweat running down my body, but he showed not the slightest agreement.
“I’m wearing far thicker clothing than you, yet not a single drop of sweat has fallen. You appear to be excessively aroused…? You’re even leaking pre-cum.”
I-is that so…?
Honestly, it was true that the heat had been scrambling my thoughts for a while now. But… I was standing in front of a complete stranger with my chastity belt fully exposed, a so-called “tail-plug” inserted in my rear. In other words, I was essentially naked in a perverted getup.
“Hoo, hnn, hngh…?”
On top of that, every time I breathed or shifted my posture the tail-plug would press firmly against my prostate, sending a throbbing ache through my lower belly… In a situation that felt ready to drive anyone out of their mind, who could possibly stay calm and collected?
“Hoo… sorry to keep you waiting… Gaeul.”
Fortunately it was not long before Lady Arin appeared, dressed exactly like me.
Ugh, so lewd…
Even though I was in the same state, Lady Arin’s appearance was… yes. Far too erotic. Her brown skin, nearly six feet of it, gleamed under the lights, slick with sweat as if brushed with honey. The luscious lines of her long, straight legs; the white lewd accessories—garter belt, bra that left her nipples completely bare—standing out against her flushed brown skin… they were designed to draw a man’s gaze. Though my cock was locked in the chastity belt and could not harden, the muscles deep in my perineum clenched unconsciously.
“Nngh…?!”
As a result the wavy section of the inserted plug pressed hard against my prostate, and the familiar tingling spasms radiated from deep in my hips. In the end I felt the copious pre-cum—which the suited man claimed had increased dramatically since I started wearing the chastity belt—slide down my scrotum and drip onto the floor.
“Hmm, we’ll need to adjust for the height difference. Stand on this platform, please. And the pose… like this—bring your legs together as if two open pairs of scissors are meeting…”
Standing on the platform the suited man provided and taking the required pose, our legs crossed and our groins pressed flush together; soon our chastity belts touched.
Uh… uh? Why is there a chastity belt…?
Between Lady Arin’s healthy, powerful thighs, a white chastity belt met my pink one, creating a lewd contrast of color.
“……….”
Already dazed by the heat, the intense shock left my mind truly spinning.
“Haa, haa…”
At the sound of ragged breathing I looked straight ahead and found Lady Arin’s face bright red as she panted.
“Hnn… hoo… hoooo…”
When I noticed, I was panting just as hard; by now I no longer knew what was what. The fierce lust trapped and denied release by the chastity belt had circled my body and invaded even my brain, leaving me unable to think straight.
“Haa, haa… chuu, chuuup…♡”
So when Lady Arin’s lips, which had somehow drawn right up to mine, pressed against my own and her smooth tongue soon invaded my mouth, my failure to resist was inevitable.
Yet I was supposed to lust after a woman’s body, and Lady Arin… was not a woman, so—
I… shouldn’t be getting this turned on…
But the scent rising from Lady Arin’s sweat-damp nape—something like roasted sunflower seeds—and the sensation of our slick, smooth thighs rubbing together… were so arousing that any resistance I still had was effortlessly crushed.
“Chuu, chuuup, chu… Hoo… haa…”
Warm sighs escaped from between our joined lips. My aimless hands found Lady Arin’s waist and closed around her soft yet springy rear. That pliant feel poured oil on the already blazing desire, making it burn even hotter… yet with the chastity belt locked on me, no matter how lewd Lady Arin’s body was, I had no way to relieve the lust that was on the verge of overflowing.
“Heeugh, heuk…!? Chuuup, chu, chuuup…”
In an attempt to escape this total crisis of lust I first tried to pull my head back and break free of the kissing onslaught, but Lady Arin would not let me go; one arm locked around my waist, the other around my head, she pressed her lips to mine again.
“Haah…?! Chu, chuu, chuuup…”
Hot, aroused, confused, and feeling good… so many emotions tangled together that I no longer had the strength to resist and could only meekly accept Lady Arin’s soft, coiling tongue. In the end, with the plug occasionally pressing against my prostate and making my hips tremble endlessly, I sank into a bottomless hell of clinging embraces and kisses.