How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Crushing Chastity Belt…?
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"………."
"Hm? Hm? We're making a bet, right―?"
Maeng Harang clung to my arm, staring up at me with bright, sparkling eyes. At a glance he looked like a healthy, adorable boy… or perhaps a girl, and for a moment my heart lurched—but I quickly steeled myself.
There was one thing about Harang's proposal that still bothered me.
"Umm… I'm already pretending to be lovers with Yuyeon, so buying a courtesan for a night at a brothel…"
As I tilted my head and fretted, Harang stuck out his index finger and wagged it left and right.
"Oh come on, it's not like you're setting up a whole second household. Fooling around with a girl at a brothel might be a tiny stain, but it's not cheating―? And you're not even using the back door, right? It's absolutely not cheating―!"
"Mmm… is that so…"
Well… rich men keep two or three concubines, so buying a courtesan for one night at a brothel is…
I completely fell for Harang's surprisingly persuasive words and recalled the terms of the bet once more.
If I go to the brothel within three days and successfully finish inside, I win. If I fail, Harang wins… right?
Just buy a courtesan and have sex—no matter how I looked at it, the conditions were overwhelmingly in my favor. Assuming Harang knew that, I racked my brains to figure out his real intent and arrived at one conclusion.
This little bastard Harang knows what happened the first time I went to the brothel…!
If he knew about Chae Yeowon, that meant he had personal connections with the courtesans there. He must know about the humiliation I suffered on my first visit—something I never wanted to remember. That humiliation was the time I couldn't even find the entrance to Chae Yeowon's womanhood, rubbed my glans against her labia, and came just like that.
Harang's plan was probably to make me fail at insertion again, get overpowered by Chae Yeowon, and lose the bet. Even I had to admit that if I tried the deed again right now in that dark room at the brothel with Chae Yeowon, I probably still wouldn't find the entrance.
…But… Harang, you've picked the wrong opponent…!
I'm no fool. In the end, no matter how strange Chae Yeowon's sexual quirks might be, a courtesan is still a courtesan. I just need to pay extra from the start on the condition that she doesn't touch my ass, then slowly find the entrance with my fingers first and insert. With my thoughts sorted, I nodded readily.
"…All right. They say strike while the iron's hot—I'll go tomorrow night."
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"I knew it, Gaeul hyung―! I believed in you―!"
Harang, who had looked oddly restless ever since I took off the chastity belt, welcomed my answer with open delight.
"Believed in me, my ass… When I come back from the brothel tomorrow night, just be ready to listen to me."
Knowing it was a bet I couldn't lose, I spoke as if teasing him, but Harang looked utterly confident, with no intention of losing either.
"Hmm―? Really―? I think Gaeul hyung is going to love the new crushing chastity belt―"
"…I'd rather die than wear that…! Can a dick even fit in that thing in the first place…?"
The chastity belt Harang had shown me was completely flat in the cock section—no exaggeration. No matter how much I thought about it, even if my dick had "temporarily"—it absolutely had to be temporary—shrunk, it didn't look like it would fit into something that flat.
"Once you try it, it won't be hard. More than anything, a crushing chastity belt feels better than a regular one―?"
Harang proudly showed me the box containing the crushing chastity belt, and I recoiled in disgust.
"Ugh… there's no way something like that feels good…!"
The name itself was "crushing" chastity belt—didn't that mean it pressed and squeezed the cock?
"A-anyway, I'm going to my room… so go have fun like usual…!"
"Eeh― already―?"
Click―
"Whew…"
Leaving Harang reaching after me with a disappointed look, I entered my room and shut the door.
"…Hehehe… time to check on my cute little buddy first…?"
I stripped off everything, underwear included, and examined it carefully. The result was… truly unfortunate. I was not pleased.
"Uuu……"
Before meeting Brother Namgung, my cock had been about the length of a middle finger when fully erect. After being forced to wear a chastity belt for so long, it had shrunk to about the length of a single thumb joint.
"S-still… the book said it would come back after a few weeks without the chastity belt… so it should be fine… right?"
Conversely, that meant I couldn't wear a chastity belt for several weeks if I wanted it to return to normal, just like the book said.
"…So I absolutely cannot lose this bet…!"
Reminding myself of the reason I must not lose, I glared at my soft little female cock.
"…Gulp…"
It had been so long since I'd been free of the chastity belt that I suddenly wanted to masturbate with my cock instead of my ass. On top of that, last night Yuyeon had only teased me without actually touching my body, so the unresolved flames of lust still flickered deep in my lower belly, somewhere around my prostate.
"……No, no……!"
I shook my head hard to suppress the surging carnal desire. The moment I touched my cock I would fall straight into masturbation, and then Harang would probably invent some rule about no masturbation and find something to nitpick. More than anything, a hand wasn't enough. To feel good with my cock I needed a pillar to press it against—something like Young Hero Geungwang's cock, for example…
"Ugh… stop with the dirty thoughts, stop…!"
Before things became truly irreversible, I quickly snatched up the underwear I'd thrown on the bed and put it back on.
"No touching the little guy until I go to the brothel tomorrow…!"
I vowed it to myself and dove into bed.
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"…I can't sleep…"
I'd skipped afternoon classes, done something that wasn't quite the deed with Yuyeon, taken a nap, and arrived at the dormitory in the middle of the night—but it was still only the beginning of the Hour of the Pig (9–10 p.m.). It was a bit early to sleep, and once I noticed it I was quite hungry, so even lying in bed with my eyes closed I couldn't fall asleep at all.
"Mmm… should I go to the kitchen and look for something to eat…?"
Deciding I simply couldn't sleep like this, I went to the kitchen and was hit by a sweet, savory smell.
Rustle―
"Hm…?"
Wondering if someone was making sugar-roasted eggs or something, I approached the kitchen and found the source of the hunger-inducing savory aroma. It was Im Seowol, munching away at a plate piled high with bread.
""Ah……""
Meeting each other's eyes in the kitchen in the middle of the night, we both let out small gasps and then fell into silence.
"…Um, it's the salt bread that's popular these days. Want some?"
Noticing my gaze fixed on the food, Im Seowol kindly offered first.
"Yeah, thanks…! I'll pay you back later!"
"Nah, I didn't buy the groceries with my own money anyway."
The salt bread, where sweet and salty flavors enhanced each other, was delicious enough that I could understand why it was so trendy lately.
"Mmm… that hit the spot."
I was full after two or so, but Im Seowol was eating what looked like at least twice as much salt bread as I had.
This kid eats way more than I expected…?
Watching Im Seowol diligently eat, I sensed a strange atmosphere completely different from his former model-student vibe.
Was this kid always this pretty…? And somehow… his chest looks swollen…
Since it was the middle of the night and he had no reason to go out, Im Seowol was wearing only very light sleepwear. And the chest of that sleepwear was unmistakably swollen, insisting to any onlooker that breasts existed there.
"…Uh… did your chest get bigger…?"
"…Cough, cough! W-why my chest?"
Im Seowol coughed violently as if he'd choked on my words, then stared at me with flustered eyes.
"It doesn't look like you just gained weight… the chest of your sleepwear is all puffed out…"
"Ugh…"
Im Seowol closed his eyes tightly at my answer.
"…Haa… Yeah. Lately my chest has gotten weirdly bigger."
"What? Really? Shouldn't you see a physician…?"
A man growing breasts that much—surely something was wrong. But Im Seowol firmly shook his head.
"It's not a disease. I already got a diagnosis from someone I know. It's my own business, so thanks for worrying, but you don't need to fuss over it too much."
With Im Seowol drawing a clear line, I had no choice but to back off. We might have gotten somewhat close, but in the end we were just dorm mates. Interfering more than necessary would only be meddlesome.
"…Got it. I'll head back now… good night."
"…Uh…"
Just as I was about to leave the kitchen, Im Seowol stopped me.
"The bigger chest… how does it look to you? Is it weird?"
"Well… I was a bit worried you might be sick, but you said you're not. Purely in terms of appearance… it's not that weird. It actually suits you kinda well…?"
"R-really?"
At my words, a little color returned to Im Seowol's exhausted-looking face. Truthfully I'd thought, You've gotten prettier lately and now with the bigger chest you look like a girl from any angle, but saying that would only make his already poor complexion worse, so better to hold my tongue.
"…Thanks. Good night."
Leaving Im Seowol, whose expression had improved a little, I returned to my room and lay down on the bed.
"Tomorrow I absolutely have to win the bet and get rid of that weird rule that says I can't resist if someone touches my body…!"
Without that rule, I wouldn't have to surrender my body to ruffians against my will. And if that happened, I wouldn't have any reason to cheat on Yuyeon either.
Imagining Harang's face gaping open after losing the bet, I forced myself to sleep.