How Does Brother Namgung Know About Femdom…?
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"Have you forgotten? It's only that you can't unlock the chastity belt yourself. Ask me — or anyone else — and the lock comes off whenever you please."
"…Don't fret so much. I'll have a most suitable candidate ready and waiting."
"Once you return from your little cross-dressing stroll, you'll understand whether you like it or not."
…That was before Brother Namgung left those cryptic words hanging in the air and strode out of the inn without a backward glance.
I'd clung to a fragile hope that if he left quickly enough, I might at least skip today's forced stroll in women's clothes —
but that hope shattered the moment Brother Namgung personally seated the plug inside me and marched me out of the inn himself.
"Ugh…"
"Today you may wander the marketplace freely. Before the Hai hour passes and the day turns, that 'suitable candidate' I mentioned will arrive at the inn — so don't go carousing until dawn the way you did last time."
As if I'd stay out until dawn looking like this, with a plug jammed up my ass…
I burned to snap something back at Brother Namgung, who for some reason seemed utterly certain I would stay out late — but arguing would only drag the whole ordeal out longer. So I simply nodded and stepped out of the inn.
Click, click—
Absorbing the now somewhat familiar glances that skimmed below my waist as passersby drifted past, I made my way toward the marketplace — and found something different from before.
Ugh… This is only my second cross-dressing stroll…
Have I already gotten used to it…?
Unlike the first walk, when shame and the sensation of the plug had set my heart hammering and my face burning until I could barely think straight, I could now wander the marketplace while keeping a relatively level head.
Well — the high heels that still forced me to sway my hips from the balls of my feet, and the short skirt that left everything from the underside of my rear completely exposed, remained thoroughly humiliating.
"Um, four dango… no, five, please."
"My, young lady, you've dressed so prettily again today! Here you are — five dango!"
…Pretty…?
That aside, something in me had shifted of late — a complicated, hard-to-name feeling.
Far from anyone scolding, What kind of man wears a skirt?!, every person I met called me young lady, miss, or young mistress. And whenever I received compliments on how pretty I looked — setting aside Brother Namgung, who praised me nearly every day — the feeling was… truly strange.
To put it precisely… they say praise can make even a whale dance.
At first, being called pretty or cute had only irritated me — What nonsense to say to a man — but now, every time I heard those words, something fluttered and tickled deep in my chest…
"Bah, just eat the snack…!"
Munch, munch—
I shook my head hard to cast off the dangerous stray thoughts, polished off the dango one by one, and set off again.
Click, click—
This… might not be as hard as I thought…
I'd already circled the marketplace for a couple of hours, and unlike the first time, there had been no real trouble. A little stimulation still came with every step — but where before I'd been forced to mince along, flinching at every jolt from the plug, I could now walk at nearly my ordinary pace.
Probably… that hole of mine has adapted to the plug…?
The chastity belt, the skirt, the plug — adaptation was a terrifying thing.
Of all things, growing accustomed to walking around with something buried in my ass……
Zzzzt—
"Hngh…?!"
……I had gotten used to it — but the occasional blast of intense current was still a serious problem.
Electricity surged through the plug; the muscles deep in my perineum clenched hard around it; the shifted angle drove the plug straight against my prostate. I clenched my teeth and endured the pleasure that nearly made me stick my tongue out right in the middle of the street……
Bzzzzzz—
"Nngh…?!"
As if daring me to hold out if I could, the plug began vibrating furiously at the exact angle that hammered my prostate.
Th-this is bad…! I have to hide somewhere secluded, fast…!
In a panic, I hurried my steps even as I staggered. If I kept going like this, I would… drip pre-cum all over the ground.
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Click— click—
"Haa…"
I finally slumped against a building wall, body tucked into the shade, and let out a breath of relief.
Used to it or not, the electric stimulation had already coaxed pre-cum to seep out little by little, soaking into my underclothes.
"Haa… maybe I should wear a diaper…… no, where would I even get one of those……"
The difference from the first cross-dressing stroll was that the chastity belt had shrunk so extremely small that the pre-cum no longer wet the front of my underclothes. Instead it ran down over my scrotum and soaked the crotch from below — exactly the way a woman's underclothes darken with her own slick.
Fortunately the plug's vibration had stopped once I found shade and hid, but moving before my overheated body fully cooled was out of the question. Once I was this worked up, the mere stimulation of walking would make more pre-cum spill from the chastity belt.
The most dangerous thing about wearing the plug was how it jacked the baseline of pleasure — even when I was doing nothing at all — from zero up to roughly forty. With the plug seated, I didn't need to touch myself. A single lewd thought, or a single vibration from the plug, and pre-cum would pour out so freely that one layer of underclothes couldn't hide it.
My head flooding pink, filthy thoughts crowding in so thick I could feel them myself — that needed no explanation.
"Huu…"
If, right now, I ran into someone I knew…
…there would be no way to hide that I was in heat. Too humiliating, too shameful, and…
At that very fantasy, pre-cum absurdly welled even harder. Not knowing what else to do, I wrapped both arms around myself —
"Oh my… Young Master. What are you doing here?"
A voice I had heard somewhere before drifted over.
My face drained of color. I looked toward the source — and there she was: the courtesan from the pleasure house whose breasts were bigger than her head, the one I had… embraced… before.
"Ah, well, I… just resting a moment… And, um, what about you, miss…?"
Seeing the courtesan standing demurely with a smiling gaze, the memory of her toying with my rear hole until I fainted surged up, and I shrank back without meaning to.
"I was hoping to enjoy a modest little drinking party. But…… hmm……"
Even as she answered the question I'd thrown out to change the subject, the courtesan's eyes raked over me with a sly, knowing light.
"It's only my colleagues gathered for drinks, you see — so it's a shame there's no man among us…. If Young Master would join us… I would be ever so delighted…."
She pressed one hand to her lips and gazed into the air as if considering. For a moment I forgot my present situation entirely — standing here in women's clothes, dripping pre-cum from the plug's stimulation, face-to-face with a courtesan — and sank into thought.
A drinking party surrounded by courtesans. Isn't that a windfall…?
Of course the memory of her ravaging my rear still made me wary — but I wouldn't be embracing her. I would simply eat and drink with the other courtesans at a party.
Free entertainment with courtesans without spending a coin… an opportunity like this might never come again…
"V-very well…! I have business and must return before the Hai hour, but I can hardly refuse a lady's invitation!"
I declared it boldly. The courtesan received it with a soft, pleased smile.
"Oh my, how wonderful. Then… follow me. Ah… and I suppose I should introduce myself properly to Young Master. I am Chae Yeowon — please call me Yeowon."
A lovely circle… a name that suited those enormous breasts perfectly.
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And so I followed Chae Yeowon, swaggering all the way into the red-light district and through the doors of the pleasure house….
What awaited me was a pack of thoroughly drunk courtesans who seized my arms and legs without a word of warning.
"W-what… let me go!"
"There, there, be a good boy—."
One of the idle courtesans smothered my face in her enormous breasts as she spoke.
"Mmph—!"
The faintly lewd, fragrant scent of the valley between her breasts, and the warm, pillowy softness that enveloped my entire face — a texture designed to bewitch any male.
While I went effectively limp and stopped resisting, the courtesan who had brought me unlocked the plug.
Click, click—
"Oh my, so you can't take it out yourself…. Heehee. I wonder who is training this young master…?"
Those words snapped me back to my senses. I thrashed hard — but the courtesans held me fast, and escape was impossible.
"Ahaha— look at this young master. He's flooded with love juices—!"
They had found my soaked underclothes and were laughing at me. Mortifyingly, their mockery only made more pre-cum spill — and seeing that, the courtesans cackled even harder with delight.
Humiliating.
Shameful.
And… I couldn't understand it myself, but the more they teased me, the more pre-cum welled from the chastity belt in fat droplets that fell and fell until a little puddle formed at my feet.
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A short while later.
"I want to leave. Let me go…!"
Once the plug was pulled from my rear and the courtesans released their hold, I tried to get out of the pleasure house at once.
But the ones who blocked my path wore strange undergarment-like things fitted with wooden phalluses.
At that sight my body locked up. Chae Yeowon stepped in behind me, hands settling on my shoulders as she spoke.
"We've made a little wager, you see… whoever brings Young Master to climax pays less of the drinks bill…."
"………."
I shut my mouth, at a loss for words. As if they had been waiting for exactly that, the courtesans flaunted their false cocks and chattered over one another.
"Young Master—, how about mine…? I deliberately made it like a string of beads instead of a plain shaft, optimized to work the entrance…."
"Please choose mine. My false cock even has a simulated ejaculation function—!"
How am I supposed to get out of here…?
Chae Yeowon did not miss my confusion. She leaned in and whispered low against my ear.
"Come now, Young Master — so you only need to take ten thrusts from each of us…… hurry and present that rear of yours…?"
What I had learned after being worked over a few times by Brother Namgung, Young Hero Geungwang, and Chae Yeowon was this:
even the lightest little push at your back is enough to sweep you up in the mood and make you offer your body before you quite know what you're doing — surprisingly, quite easily.
"U-uhh…"
And right now…… that was exactly the situation I was in.