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Koneko didn't stop. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling toward across the bed with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You know," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "you need to be punished~"
I felt my face flare up again, the heat spreading down my neck. "K-Koneko!" I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper as I pressed myself harder against the wall, wishing I could lt into it.
Before I could react, her small hands shot out and grabbed my wrists. With surprising strength, she yanked forward and pushed flat onto the bed.
I landed with a soft grunt, blinking up at her as she straddled my waist, her knees pinning in place.
She lood over , her white hair falling like a curtain around her face, and her grip tightened as she forced my arms above my head.
I felt sothing rough brush against my skin, and when I glanced up, my stomach dropped—my wrists were bound together with a thin rope, the coarse fibers biting into my flesh.
Panic set in as she deftly tied the other end of the rope to the bedfra, securing in place. Her eyes, now dark with a mix of mischief and sothing more intense, bore into mine. I tugged at the restraints, but they held firm, and my breath hitched in my throat.
"K-Koneko," I stamred, my voice shaking as I stared up at her. "Please tell you're not planning—"
She cut off with a wicked smile, her lips curling in a way that sent a fresh wave of dread through . "Rember when I told you I borrowed stuff from Akeno?" she asked, her tone light but laced with promise.
My blood ran cold. Akeno, the queen of mischief and master of all things teasing, had a reputation for being… creative.
I paled even further, my face draining of color as Koneko slid off and hopped to her feet. She darted out of the room, leaving tied to the bed, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
Seconds later, she returned, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. In her arms was a small, unassuming box, its plain exterior doing nothing to ease my growing anxiety.
She set it down on the bed beside and flipped open the lid with a flourish. "You've been a very naughty boy," she said, her voice dripping with mock sternness as she reached inside. "So I have this to punish you with."
My eyes widened as she pulled out an object I didn't recognize—a small, circular device that glead faintly in the dim light. Confusion washed over , and she must have noticed because she held it up higher, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she explained.
"This is a cock ring," she said, her voice steady despite the faint pink on her face. "Basically, you don't get to finish until I say so."
I felt the color drain from my face entirely, leaving as pale as a ghost. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, struggling to form words. "K-Koneko, please," I begged, my voice a desperate whine. "Let go. I'm sorry if I made you mad—please!"
She paused, tilting her head as she considered , her evil smile softening into sothing more thoughtful. Just then, the door creaked open, and Kiba stepped inside. His blond hair caught the light as he froze in the doorway, his sharp eyes taking in the scene—, tied to the bed, flushed and pleading, and Koneko, holding her mysterious tool of tornt.
"Please help , senpai!" I cried, my voice breaking as I looked to him for salvation. My arms strained against the ropes, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead.
Kiba's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, and his gaze darted to Koneko. She t his stare with a challenging look, daring him to intervene. His eyes flicked back to the object in her hand, and whatever courage he'd mustered vanished. He paled, his expression shifting to one of pure horror.
"Sorry," he muttered, barely audible, before spinning on his heel and bolting out the door. It slamd shut behind him, the sound echoing in the room like a gunshot.
"That asshole left to suffer!" I shouted, indignation overriding my fear for a mont as I glared at the closed door.
Koneko clicked her tongue, drawing my attention back to her. "My, my," she said, her voice low and scolding. "Such bad things coming out of your mouth."
A spark of inspiration hit , and I grasped at it like a lifeline. "Koneko," I said quickly, forcing my tone to steady. "Rember what happened last ti? You had a limp for days. With the rating ga tomorrow, you'll be at a disadvantage if you overdo it now."
She froze, her hand hovering over the box as she mulled over my words. Her brows furrowed slightly, and for a mont, the room was silent save for the faint hum of the fan. Then she sighed, a long, resigned sound, and straightened up.
"You get out of it this ti," she said, her tone grudging but firm. She stepped back, her golden eyes narrowing as she pointed a finger at . "But after the rating ga, you're not going to be able to walk for a week."
I let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through . "Yes, kitten," I replied, my voice soft and submissive, hoping to appease her.
Koneko was already halfway to the door, her small figure frad by the dim light filtering through the hallway. The ropes still clung to my wrists, the coarse texture rubbing against my skin as I lay there, montarily stunned by her departure.
"Hey, untie !" I called out, my voice a mix of frustration and pleading as I tugged at the bindings.
Koneko paused, glancing back over her shoulder with a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You can literally rip a dragon's head off," she said, her tone dry but teasing. "You can break those." With that, she slipped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving alone with my predicant.
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