The Mysterious Bag Min-ah Brought
By the time we rolled into the love motel I knew so well, Min-ah had already come five separate times.
What did that mean, exactly?
Nothing in particular. Just that the car was going to need a thorough cleaning.
Whew. And here I thought Min-ah would be at least a little different from Fox...
Complete miscalculation. Birds of a feather flock together, as they say — hang around a grade-schooler long enough and you start acting like one. There are airheads in this world, and then there is this.
And a short while later, that suspicion hardened into certainty.
I parked in the motel lot, carried a passed-out Min-ah up to the bathroom first, then came back down to the car and started wiping the seats down with a towel — sloppy work, but better than nothing. That was when the mysterious bag that had been needling at my curiosity all evening finally caught my eye.
It was packed tight with something, and whatever it was, it did not look like snacks. What on earth had she been hugging to her chest so fiercely, so determined not to let me see?
The owner of said bag was conveniently unconscious. Might as well sneak a look.
I unzipped it and flipped it open.
Uh... huh?
What exactly was I looking at right now?
For a split second I almost mistook it for the tool bag Ring-ring had brought me during the Seol-ah job. And I could see why. This was a blindfold. These were restraints. And this... was a whip?
There was even a matching outfit, tailored to go with the whole set.
So that was what she had meant by making me lose my mind?
It was so absurd I could not even laugh.
Min-ah...
If Fox had pulled this, I would have at least understood. Did I seriously need to start keeping these two apart?
Still, just in case, I closed my eyes and tried to picture it. That innocent, round-eyed face looking down at me, wearing this outfit, whip in hand.
...Yeah, no. That killed it. Completely.
I was shaking my head when a sudden crash and clatter came from upstairs. Min-ah had apparently come to, and was on her way down to collect her things.
I stuffed everything back in as if I had never seen it and went back to wiping the seats.
"Mister!"
"Hm?"
"Did you look?"
"At what?"
She came flying over, inspected the bag with painstaking care, then leaned in to study my face. Her brows were drawn so tightly together, her expression so deadly serious, that a laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
"You did look!"
"I didn't. I didn't see a thing."
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Because I just found out our Min-ah can make a face this serious. Heh."
At that, the girl flushed faintly and her expression softened. She snatched up the bag and bolted back the way she had come.
"Hurry up and come upstairs!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Give it about twenty minutes. She would need time to wash up and get into that outfit.
I took my time wiping down every inch of the seats, killing the clock — and thinking.
What was I supposed to do here. Judging by her track record so far, she had almost certainly watched videos and practiced every last detail. I still had not figured out exactly what kind of videos she had been studying, but I had seen her skills jump with my own eyes. Whatever she had been watching this time, it was not going to be some half-baked amateur clip.
And if she tried to recreate it like a professional...
Was I supposed to just turn around and run?
Tied up tight and getting hit. I don't care what anyone says — that is not happening to me. I'm a man.
And if she told me to lick her toes on top of that... even for Min-ah, that was a hard no.
Then again, she had spent real money on this stuff and practiced for it. Shutting her down cold did not sit right either.
I was still turning that not-quite-a-dilemma over in my head when she called for me, her voice a little too bright.
"Mister, are you still not coming?"
"No, I'm heading up now."
"Yeees♥"
Hah. Fine. I would see how she had set things up first, then decide. There was always a chance it was not what I was imagining.
Clinging to that sliver of hope, I climbed the stairs toward the girl waiting for me. With every step, something that felt uncomfortably close to dread — and even closer to anticipation — settled in my chest.
The moment I stepped into the room, her sunny face was there to greet me. She did not seem ready to show me anything yet, though. Still wrapped in a bathrobe, she took me by the arm and shoved me straight into the bathroom.
"Hurry up and shower and come out♥"
She was having the time of her life. A spark of mischief flickered through me before I could help it.
"Want to shower together?"
"Eh... eh? N-no! I already washed. Ahaha..."
And with that she scurried right back out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her for good measure. The sheer force of will radiating off that closed door was unmistakable. She was going to do what she had prepared, no matter what.
I was actually going insane.
I showered, sneaking glances through the gap as if I were not looking at all. There she was, beaming at the sight of me in the shower.
...This feels like watching a horror movie.
Yeah. This was not going to work. I felt bad for Min-ah, but I was going to have to turn her down.
I finished up, opened the bathroom door, and was about to say something when Min-ah came rushing in close and threw her arms around me.
Then — click.
...Click?
"Min-ah...?"
"Yeees~"
"What is this?"
She answered with a bright, sunny smile, lifting the strap that ran from my throat to her right wrist.
"It's a dog collar!"
That beaming face left me with nothing to say. All I could do was let out a helpless little laugh. Any other woman, and I would have been angry that she had just clapped something around my neck without asking. But I had already seen this coming... and it was so thoroughly, inescapably Min-ah that I could not even be mad.
The unstoppable farce, however, was not finished with me yet.
A moment later she cleared her throat with a self-important little ahem, arranged her face and posture into something she clearly believed looked imposing, and raised the whip.
The atmosphere did not come together at all. And of course it did not... sigh.
She looked like she needed a note or two, so I offered one.
"Min-ah... maybe take the robe off first?"
"Ah! I forgot...!"
She stripped it off in a rustle. She had prepared so hard, but this was her first time actually doing it, and the nerves were showing. Still — she had put the outfit on correctly, at least. And once the robe was gone, the stance she struck was surprisingly commanding. The form was not bad.
Which meant this was as far as it went. Better to cut it off before it started.
"Min-ah."
"Yes!"
"Mister doesn't really like this kind of thing."
Her eyes went round as saucers. She had clearly never imagined I would say that. She must have been certain I would love it.
Tears welled up fast, her eyes going shiny and wet.
Why were you tearing up all of a sudden... I was going to have to choose my words carefully. I really could not stand watching a girl cry.
"R-really?"
"Well... if I were going to do something like this, I'd rather be the one holding the whip."
Min-ah wilted on the spot. Her shoulders sagged.
"Hing. I wanted to be the one holding the whip too."
Well, well.
And then she told me she had spent a full hour practicing her whip technique on the rabbit plushie she kept at home.
That was genuinely unsettling.
At any rate, my gentle refusal left Min-ah wearing a face full of disappointment. I understood. She had prepared so earnestly, and now she would not even get to show any of it. But no was still no. A man has his pride. Getting whipped while crawling around on all fours was something that would never, in my entire life, be allowed to happen.
She still could not bring herself to give up, though. She toyed with the whip, watching my face, then eased into it sideways.
"Mister... can I just hit you a few times?"
"No."
"What? Please~ Mister~"
She plastered herself against me and deployed every last scrap of charm she had. She locked her gaze onto mine and made her eyes sparkle; she stroked my junior and even threw her voice like a ventriloquist, making it talk for her.
It was so ridiculous I had to laugh, and I asked her why she wanted to do it so badly.
Min-ah's answer:
"Your butt just looks like it needs to be hit. It's so big and round and tempting! Heheh."
So there was another Yun Sae-rom in the world. Sae-rom, too, could not look at my ass without declaring it far too tempting and smacking it at every opportunity — privately, of course. In public she was a perfectly respectable prosecutor.
When none of her attempts so much as budged me, Min-ah puffed her cheeks out huge. Then, as if drawing her last card, she pointed a finger at my face and declared:
"Th-then how about this?"
"What?"
"If you let me hit you just once, I'll grant you one favor later. Anything you want."
Oh... now that was interesting.
There was one thing I knew about Min-ah, if nothing else. From the time she was little, she had always, always kept her promises.
"What kind of favor?"
"Anything you want, as long as it's something I can do!"
If that was the deal... I had no reason to refuse. I accepted on the spot. Besides, it was not as if she had asked for several hits. Just one.
"Deal."
"Yesss!!"
Heh. She looked ready to die of happiness. Had she really wanted to hit me that badly?
"Then hurry up and turn around!"
I nodded at the little girl brandishing the whip at me and turned my back. Being on the receiving end of a woman's whip was a distinctly strange feeling, but I had already agreed... so I planted both arms on the bed without overthinking it and stuck my ass out.
Honestly, how much could a hit from Min-ah even hurt? And if it made her smile like that, it was not the worst trade in the world.
Except—
CRACK!!!
...Hss.
Pain bloomed white-hot across my ass and my mind snapped wide awake. Holy shit. For a second I was right back in my school days. It hurt enough to drag that old agony up from memory?
"Min-ah, you...!"
I whipped my head around to glare at her, and she laughed — haha — as she took a step back. Even she knew she had hit me without a shred of mercy.
"D-did it hurt a lot?"
"I don't know...? How about our Min-ah takes one too?"
Min-ah shook her head hard, refusing outright. The whip had already vanished behind her back.
From that position she arranged her face into the most pitiful expression she could manage and started pleading... I had been planning to laugh it off and let it go, but she had really hit me with zero hesitation, had she not?
"Min-ah, you take just one too, okay?"
"M-Mister... is there another option?"
"Then how about two?"
"Hiiing. Misteeer... I'm sorry..."
Only after a full chase around the cramped motel room did we reach a reasonable compromise: we would play without the whip.
Instead, I would be the S, and Min-ah the M.
She insisted she was an S, no exceptions, but that was not even worth entertaining. I half-forced the restraints onto her, then lifted the whip once, and she gave up and accepted it.
Well. Today was going to be fun, at least. First things first — this little troublemaker was owed some payback for earlier.
I raised my hand. Then I brought my palm down on her ass with a crack that rang through the room.
Min-ah screamed.
Mmph. Mmmmph...! Nngh!
I could not make out the words, but it was probably something along the lines of why are you hitting me. In which case, I would just keep hitting her.
Once, twice, three times, four...!
Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK!
Mmph. Mmmmph!
The girl thrashed. She struggled wildly. It did not matter. Both of Min-ah's arms were bound to each other, both of her legs bound to each other; the only thing she could do was try to flip herself over. And even that was useless, because I kept a hand on her back and kept hitting her, so all she could do was take it.
This kind of play was not half bad, actually.
I dragged my tongue across her ass, now flushed a vivid red. Min-ah shuddered from head to toe at the sensation, her asshole clenching and unclenching, twitching with every pass.
Time for round two.
I fetched a toy from Min-ah's bag. Then, as I pushed my fully hard cock into her pussy, I slicked the toy with oil and pressed it into her ass.
Mmph. Mmmph. Nngh!
Min-ah shook her hips left and right in fierce resistance — which, unfortunately for her, only made it look like she was begging me to thrust deeper. Was the toy a little thick for her? Probably. But I had loosened her up properly on the drive over, so it would not be a problem. Especially not with the oil.
That aside — the more I thought about it, the more unsettling it was. Maybe I was imagining things, but the fact that she had packed this thing... did that not mean she had been planning to put it in me?
The moment that thought landed, a new goal took shape in my mind.
Today, I was going to fully awaken Min-ah as an M. If I did not, there was no telling when she would try to put this thing in my ass.
"Ready, Min-ah?"
Mmph. Mmmph!
"I can't tell what you're saying, but Mister's going to make you lose your mind today. You trust me, right?"
MMMMPH!!!
I would take that as a yes. Then here came the punishment, no mercy, for a girl who would not stop thrashing.
I would make sure she never thought about being an S again.