How Does Brother Namgung Know the Crab-Leg Pose…?
"Well then, that will be all for today. I'll lock the chastity belt back on for you."
"Y-you're putting it back on? Whyyy—?!"
Young Hero Geungwang answered my horrified question as if he had been waiting for it.
"Because I can hardly leave it off all day long. Instead, the next time you grant me a 'favor,' I'll unlock it right away."
Click, click—
Geungwang held out the chastity belt he had left on the table, and in my desperation I scrambled for any excuse that might buy me time.
"W-wait a second. Just until the erection… until the erection goes down…"
"Hmm, it doesn't look erect at all. To begin with, whether it even can get hard is… hard for me to tell with my own eyes…"
He clearly was not buying it.
Rub, rub—
"Hyaah…!"
As if to check my excuse for himself, Geungwang gently took hold of my cock with his fingers. The touch against my hypersensitive glans—still raw right after climax—wrenched a high, thin scream from me and made my hips jerk.
"…Mm, it looks fine."
"Uuu…"
To be precise, his doubt was correct. My cock, barely the length of the first joint of my thumb, had never truly hardened even before climax; it stayed soft and pliant both before and after. The climax itself had been little more than a few drops of cloudy fluid—far less than the copious amount of pre-cum that had leaked. I had wanted to believe that time free of the chastity belt would let it recover, but that hope felt impossibly distant now.
Left with no choice, I decided to beg him honestly.
"Um… Young Hero Geungwang. Because of the chastity belt, my… that… seems to have gotten smaller… Couldn't you leave the belt off, just until Brother Namgung comes back…?"
"Hmm, I actually prefer the way it looks now. Ahem… even that expression just now—you're getting cuter by the day. Ah, not that you weren't cute before…"
Trying to soothe me, Geungwang rambled on until his face flushed and his words tangled. Then he fell silent and simply stroked me with quiet care.
"In any case, I like Gaeul better with the chastity belt on. …It's all right if I lock it again, isn't it?"
"Ah, n-no, that's…"
That's cheating…
When he stroked me so gently while praising me like this, my head somehow melted into mush and I lost all power to resist. Truly terrifying hands. The more those strong arms and hands stroked, touched, and held me, the more pitiful I felt next to such a powerful male—and the more I found myself nodding just like this.
Nod, nod—
In the end I could only nod helplessly.
Click, click—
"There, done. I was worried because the chastity belt is so small, but it doesn't need to press as tightly as I thought."
"Hiiing…"
With the belt locked again, even the thumb-joint length of cock I had left was completely compressed flat against my body. The brief freedom vanished, and the hollow sense of loss—as if my cock itself had disappeared—returned to torment me.
"S-so then… what do we do now…?"
We could hardly end the day after nothing more than a cock-sword fight. I looked at Young Hero Geungwang with the faintest spark of anticipation for whatever today's schedule might hold.
A hug, maybe, or a kiss, or a cross-dressing walk… or else that… lifting me up and thrus—
"Ah, you may spend the time freely."
His unexpected answer made my eyes go round.
"Th-the once-a-day cross-dressing walk…"
"Great Hero Namgung entrusted Gaeul to me, but he left a certain amount to my discretion. Until you speak up first, I don't think I'll be asking for any more 'favors.'"
"Ah… yes…"
I had braced myself for all sorts of lewd things, yet he planned to do nothing at all. I could not decide whether to feel glad or disappointed; either way, the wind had gone out of my sails.
Freed from the newly imposed and deeply burdensome daily task—the cross-dressing walk—I ended up simply lounging around my room with nothing to do.
"………"
Yet something about the scene made me a little uneasy.
Scratch, scratch—
Right there at the desk, Young Hero Geungwang was hard at work on his livelihood: drawing illustrations for light novels. Watching someone labor so diligently while I idled the whole day away filled me with a creeping shame. All I ever did was the lewd cross-dressing walks Brother Namgung ordered, take the pocket money he gave me, save a little, and spend the rest playing.
When was it I swore I'd look for day labor or anything tomorrow no matter what…?
"Starting tomorrow" was not supposed to be a synonym for "forever." Looking back, I had only been chanting empty prayers of "I'll work starting tomorrow," "I really have to work starting tomorrow." But I had no roots in Cheonju; where was I even supposed to find casual work?
"Um, Young Hero. Just asking in case… is there any day labor around?"
"Pardon? Gaeul?! …Hmm, why the sudden interest in day labor…?"
The way he startled at the idea of me working stung my pride a little.
"I can work too, you know? It's just that I don't actually live in this neighborhood, and I have no way of finding anyone who'd hire me."
He thought hard for a moment, then snapped his fingers as a good idea struck him.
"Ah, then how about this? I need to draw illustrations. If you hold poses for me, I'll pay you a small modeling fee."
"Huh…? Reallyyy…?!"
"It won't be for too long, but you'll have to stay still until I say we're done. …The pay is two copper coins—will you do it?"
Money just for standing still? What fool would refuse?
"Of course…!"
Seeing me answer without a shred of hesitation, Geungwang smiled in satisfaction and nodded.
"Understood. Then stand in front of me…"
I should have asked for more details first…
The pose Young Hero Geungwang required was this: after putting on a swimsuit that covered only the private parts, I had to spread my legs as if standing on crab legs, thrust my crotch forward, and lace both hands behind my head—an extremely humiliating stance.
"Yes, push the crotch out a little more from there… perfect."
"Uuu…"
"Stay still until I say we're finished… understood?"
How long had I been holding that shameful pose?
Probably about a quarter-hour…
My spread legs were starting to tingle and my lower back to ache. I gazed at Geungwang with desperate eyes that pleaded please say it's over, but he only glanced at me now and then while remaining absorbed in his drawing.
Ugh, I'd rather be doing something lewd… No, what am I even thinking…
I was allowed brief rests in between, yet in the end I had to hold the humiliating pose for nearly half a shichen.
"You've worked hard. Here—two copper coins."
Still… as the saying goes, money is always right. Looking at the coins jingling in my pocket, I could feel the solid satisfaction of honest labor.
And so, by posing for Young Hero Geungwang as a way to earn pocket money while striking bizarre stances, I had skipped the cross-dressing walks and done nothing lewd for a full two days.
There was a serious problem.
Ugh, I want to do lewd things…
Because Geungwang stayed glued to my side, I could not do anything even if I wanted to. Even if my fingers could not bring me to climax, they could at least cool the heat rising in my body for a little while—and that was now a truly grave issue.
Haa, what do I do…
Come to think of it, ever since I followed Brother Namgung out, learned the Femboy Divine Art, and joined bodies with Geungwang and Chae Yeowon, there had never been two days without climax…
Even if I couldn't finish with my fingers, I could always manage somehow by swallowing the ointment Brother Namgung gave me or the… semen inside those things called piingtu—condoms…
There really had been none. Until now, climax itself had been a given; the only difference was how many times a day I reached a female climax.
Uuu, I want to go with my eyes rolled back and my tongue hanging out…
After learning the Femboy Divine Art, my body heated up at the slightest provocation. Combined with the nature of female climax—where desire never faded no matter how many times I came—I had learned that climaxes themselves had different depths and intensities, and the number I could endure kept rising. Lately it had become ordinary to climax several times a day, sometimes nearly ten…
And right in the middle of that, Brother Namgung had left on some commission or other, leaving Geungwang to stay in my room. Since the… cock-sword-fight incident, Geungwang had simply gone about his own business without a care, while after only two days my head was already overflowing with want.
"Um, Young Hero… th-there's something I'd like to ask of you…"
Unable to bear the need any longer, I approached him while he was doing handstand push-ups with an iron weight strapped to his waist.
"Hup…! Yes, what favor is it?"
Looking at his calm face, the words "please leave so I can take care of myself" simply would not come out properly.
"Um, well… I've kind of built up a lot, so… that is…"
Yet holding out any longer was impossible, so I swallowed my shame, clasped my hands, wriggled my fingers, and somehow conveyed my intention through a tangle of words. The need had piled so high that merely cooling myself with my fingers would no longer satisfy me; I wanted a proper climax at the very least.
"Ah… I see. After only two days… already…"
Geungwang murmured something under his breath as if he had understood, then rustled through the bundle of his belongings and pulled something out.
"Ahem, this… isn't my will—it's Great Hero Namgung's instruction. …Really."
"………?"
I tilted my head, wondering what he meant, and he averted his eyes while handing me a piece of black cloth.
…Underwear…?
When I stared fixedly at the fabric that looked like underwear, Geungwang kept clearing his throat in embarrassment.
"Ahem, it's my underwear. …I was advised that if Gaeul tries to comfort yourself, I should have you use this…"
"…………Whaaaat—?!"