How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Writing on My Thigh…?
When I woke up in the inn bedroom, Yuyeon was gone without a trace.
"He downed that much strong liquor one after another… and he already got up and left…?"
I'd said he could stay, yet he'd slipped away without a word. Feeling a little hurt, I thought, Typical virgin — though I was a virgin myself, I figured I still held the deciding vote since I wasn't a maiden — and gathered my clothes, rising from the bed to stand in front of the mirror.
A sharp jolt—
"Nngh…?!"
An ominous pain shot through my calves, and I sank right back onto the bed before I could stop myself.
"I-I can't walk…!"
To escape the inexplicable ache, I instinctively rose onto the balls of my feet the way I had lately. The calf pain that had flared when I stood flat vanished as if washed away.
"Mm… no way…?"
I toddled on tiptoe to the high heels left by the bed and slipped them on again. With a solid click, the locks engaged. The heels cradled my feet, and suddenly I could stand and walk in perfect comfort.
"Ugh… so it really is the shoes…"
No matter how I looked at it, this had to be the side effect of Brother Namgung forcing those locked high heels onto me. I'd worn them almost every waking hour — and sometimes even to bed out of sheer laziness.
"Uuugh… is this for real…?"
Ever since I'd been made to wear high heels, every time I swayed my hips and click-clacked along, I caught the sidelong glances of passersby on my bare legs. A tiny part of me… actually liked it. Still, I had never planned to spend the rest of my life in the kind of tall heels only women wore.
But the moment I tried standing on my heels today, the calf pain was too fierce to ignore. And the instant I put the high heels back on, the comfort proved I could never go back.
"Haaa… this can't be happening…"
I sat on the edge of the bed and clutched my head. The shrunken cock, the body that shivered and leaked clear fluid into the chastity belt at the lightest touch, the way a man's scent now made me feel weirdly lewd… I'd endured plenty of changes, but accepting forced ones never got easier.
"Nngh… what do I do…?"
In truth there was nothing to do. If I didn't want Brother Namgung to abandon me, I had to accept it. And if he had no intention of abandoning me, any resistance would only make him force the change on me somehow.
I tried to ignore the half-known truth and began persuading myself.
…Don't look at it so negatively… I've been wearing them all along anyway… and they're way prettier and more expensive than the flat shoes I used to wear… right?
Listing only the high heels' good points steadied the heart that had been on the verge of breaking over suddenly being unable to wear anything else.
And my legs look longer and slimmer, I look a little taller… my hips lift naturally and look so much firmer…
"…Ah, no… I'm a guy. I don't need my legs to look slim… do I?"
The last scrap of reason slammed the brakes on the female cry that had taken root deep inside me.
"Uuugh…"
That rational jab at reality made my lightening heart plummet again. I sat with my head bowed for a long while, as if I'd been punched hard in the gut.
……………
It took time, but in the end the only difference was whether I accepted it easily or after a hard struggle. The conclusion was always the same.
"Huu… time to head back to the dorm."
I let out a soft breath, grabbed my clothes, rose from the bed with a click of heels, and stood before the mirror to dress.
"…Hm?"
In the mirror I spotted something black on the inner side of my thigh. Looking down and examining it carefully, I found writing done in fine brush strokes by Yuyeon himself.
Got something to do, so I'm heading back first. Thanks for the drinks and snacks.
"…That sneaky bastard…!"
The message itself wasn't lewd at all, but he'd written it on the inside of my thigh. The fact that he hadn't left without a word first soothed my disappointment; then a strange excitement rose at having such a private place used like a notepad. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that Yuyeon's boldness had stopped one step short.
"Mm… he could've written something dirtier…"
Anyone else and I would have hated it, but Han Yuyeon was fine.
…Well, because of Maeng Harang's rules, I'd have to allow it even if someone else wrote on my body.
"…Anyway, shall I head back…?"
……………
When I left the inn, even though I'd drunk and slept, the drinking had been in broad daylight, so it was still night and the day hadn't changed. The inn was only about two gak on foot from the academy, so I hurried back to the dorm. As usual, Maeng Harang was lounging on the big sofa in the common room and greeted me.
"Welcome back—! …Huh? That smell…?!"
Maeng Harang, still carrying the rich, sweet milk scent that had come from Im Seowol that morning, immediately started sniffing the air as he approached. I declared proudly,
"Yep. I made Han Yuyeon shoot once with my mouth. I win, right?"
"Ugh… in a single day—?"
Maeng Harang staggered back a step at my announcement.
"Mm-hm. In a single day. That aside… don't you have something for me?"
"Something for you—?"
"You said if I failed, you'd claim Han Yuyeon's chastity. So what's my reward for succeeding?"
Thinking about it, the terms Maeng Harang had set were ridiculously one-sided. When I pointed that out, he frowned as if an unexpected weak spot had been hit.
"Ugh—. …Fine, no choice… So, is there something you want?"
"Yes."
I answered instantly and lifted the hem of my skirt.
"Unlock the chastity belt."
"Ah, no. That's… a bit difficult—"
As expected, Maeng Harang waved his hands in refusal. I played the trump card I'd prepared.
"Then forget it. I'll just take the money Brother Namgung gave me and go back to the inn. He'll come back eventually even if he's busy."
I made as if to head for my room. Maeng Harang blocked me.
"A-all right! I'll unlock it, okay—? Come to my room first."
……………
Click, click—
"…It's unlocked—."
Looking noticeably dejected — an expression I'd never seen on him before — Maeng Harang produced a key from somewhere and freed me from the chastity belt. My cock tasted freedom for the first time in ages.
"Huu…"
Wearing the tiny chastity belt for so long had shrunk my cock until even that tight cage now felt snug, but left alone it would probably return to normal.
"…I'll be going now."
I pulled my underwear back on, hiding the cock that had shrunk to about the length of a thumb joint, and started to leave Maeng Harang's room.
"Wait—! Big bro Gaeul, just one more bet, okay—?"
Maeng Harang grabbed my arm and clung, babbling about a second wager.
"One more? You want me to do dirty stuff with Yuyeon again?"
He seemed to have recovered his composure; the smile returned as he shook his head.
"No, no. Big bro Gaeul, now that the chastity belt's off, shouldn't you use your cock at least once—? I hear you've got a pretty close courtesan. To celebrate being free again, go see her!"
"A courtesan… you mean…?"
He was talking about Chae Yeowon, the famous courtesan from the brothel known for girls whose chests were bigger than their heads.
"Yep yep. I'll give you three days. Go once. If you come inside her, you win! If you can't, I win! How about it—?"
"Ugh…"
A bet to hire a courtesan and finish inside her. At first glance it looked absurdly easy if you just spent money, but the problem was the peculiar fetish shared by Chae Yeowon and the other girls of that house: they all targeted a man's rear hole.
The first time I'd gone, I'd been so embarrassed I couldn't even find her entrance. The second time I'd gotten mixed up in their party… and both times I'd been fucked unconscious by their penis bands.
"Nngh…"
Chae Yeowon was certainly a captivating woman… but embracing a courtesan who only aimed for my ass wasn't simple.
Still, she's a professional. If I pay properly and set clear terms like the first time, it should be fine… right?
I finished thinking and asked Maeng Harang the most important question.
"If I win or lose… what do I get…?"
Maeng Harang grinned as if he'd been waiting for exactly that.
"If big bro wins, I'll remove one rule of your choice—!"
Then, just like before, he brought that little-devil smile right up to my face.
"But if I win… you put this chastity belt back on—?"
"…This chastity belt…?"
The one he showed me was nestled in a wooden box lined with silk like a treasure. The part that covered the cock was completely flat.
"W-what is this…? Does a cock even fit in that?"
At the vicious design — nothing but a piss hole at the flat tip — I recoiled. Maeng Harang wore a thoroughly pleased smile.
"Of course it does—! Why wouldn't it? And… there's one secret function. I'll tell you about it once you're wearing it!"