The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 86

Ye Jun

It hurt like hell and felt like heaven all at once, the needle biting in sharp little stabs that made my whole leg twitch every ti he dragged it through skin. I was gripping the edges of the table so hard my knuckles went white, teeth clenched, trying not to scream or sob or beg him to stop and also not to stop, because every ti the buzz paused and he wiped the blood away, his thumb would brush over my cock just enough to keep leaking and stupid.

I cried his na more than once actual sobs, while he murmured shit like "good boy, almost there, taking it so fucking pretty for ." By the end I was a shaking, sweaty ss, face wet, thighs trembling, and when the machine finally clicked off I just lay there gasping like I’d run a marathon with my dick out.

I didn’t even notice he’d moved the spot.

Not until he flipped over onto my stomach, rough but careful, knees spread wide on the table, ass up like I was nothing but his canvas. I thought he was just checking the work, maybe kissing the fresh ink again like the possessive freak he is, but then his tongue was there hot, slow, dragging right down the center of , splitting my cheeks open while he groaned low in his throat.

"Fuck," he breathed against my hole, voice wrecked. "I love this so much. Fucking you with my na right here on your ass, real gold, baby. Right where it belongs."

My brain short-circuited.

I twisted my head around so fast I almost pulled sothing. "Wait... what? What the fuck did you just say?"

He didn’t even look guilty. Just kept licking lazy circles around my rim like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb. "Changed my mind last second. Thigh was too easy to hide. This... " he bit the curve of my ass cheek right next to where the ink still burned "... this is better. Only I get to see it when I bend you over. Only I get to peel your pants down and read my na while I’m balls deep."

I shoved up on my elbows, heart slamming so hard I thought it’d crack my ribs. "You switched it? You fucking switched it without telling ? Are you insane? Like actually, clinically, need-to-be-locked-up insane?"

He laughed that dark, pleased rumble that usually made lt and pressed his thumb right over the fresh letters, making hiss and buck. "You were too far gone to notice, crying my na like a prayer. Looked too good to stop. Besidesmmm" he leaned over my back, chest to my spine, mouth at my ear "... you said yes. Forever. Rember?"

I shoved him off hard enough that he actually stumbled back a step. My legs were jelly but adrenaline made move anyway. I scrambled off the table, naked, collared, ass stinging like fire, and spun on him.

"You’re fucking crazy," I spat, voice shaking. "You think you can just decide where your na goes on my body like I’m your goddamn property tag? Like I don’t get a say?"

His eyes darkened, jaw tight. "You are my property. You’ve got the collar and now the ink to prove it."

That did it.

I slapped him.

Open palm, right across the cheek. The crack echoed in the tiny studio louder than the tattoo machine ever did. His head snapped to the side and for one second the room went dead quiet.

Then he turned back slow, eyes blazing, red mark blooming on his skin.

"Don’t," he said, voice low and dangerous, "ever do that again."

"Or what?" I shoved him in the chest with both hands, hard enough he had to take another step back. "You gonna tattoo your na on my fucking face next? Chain to your bed? Oh wait. Mmmyou already collared like a dog and branded my ass without asking, so what’s left, Si Woo? You gonna piss on to mark your territory too?"

He caught my wrists before I could hit him again, grip bruising. "If that little shit Ohm thinks he can have you, he’ll bleed for it. I’m not joking."

I froze.

The na hit like ice water.

"Ohm?" My voice cracked. "You’re threatening so guy nad Ohm? Do you even know who the fuck is Ohm or the power he has ?"

Si Woo’s lip curled. "Doesn’t matter. He’s been sniffing around, texting, calling, acting like he’s got a shot. Told him to back off. He didn’t listen. If he tries again... "

"Stop." I yanked my wrists free, chest heaving. "Just... stop. You’re scaring . Actually scaring . This isn’t cute anymore. This isn’t hot. You’re talking about hurting people over like I’m so prize you won in a fight."

"You are."

"No, I’m a person, you possessive asshole!" I laughed, but it ca out broken and bitter. "You think slapping your na on or above my ass ans you own so hard no one else can even look? Newsflash: people look. People talk. People leave. And right now I’m looking at you and I want to fucking leave."

He stepped closer, voice dropping. "You walk out that door, you’re still wearing my collar. Still wearing my na. You don’t get to pretend this didn’t happen."

"Watch ," I snarled.

I grabbed my clothes off the floor jeans, boxers, shirt, hoodie didn’t even bother putting half of it on right. Just yanked jeans over bare ass (fuck the sting, fuck the blood saring inside the denim), shoved arms into hoodie sleeves, zipped it high to hide the collar because the last thing I needed was Mom seeing that too. Shoes in hand, I stord to the door.

"Ye Jun... "

"Don’t." I didn’t look back. "Don’t follow . Don’t call . Don’t fucking breathe near until you figure out how to act like a human instead of a caveman with a fetish."

I slamd the door so hard the glass rattled.

The walk ho was hell. Ass burning with every step, denim rubbing raw over fresh ink, collar chafing my throat like a reminder I couldn’t rip off. I kept my head down, hood up, trying not to cry in public because I’d already cried enough for one lifeti in that stupid studio. Cars honked. People stared. I didn’t care. I just needed my room, my bed, and maybe a long shower where I could pretend none of this happened.

Except when I shoved through the front door, sweaty and shaking and half-dressed, Mom was in the living room.

And she wasn’t alone.

There was a girl sitting on our couch.

Not just any girl.

Stunning. Like, magazine-cover, drama-lead, can’t-look-away stunning. Long brown hair, perfect skin, legs for days in tiny shorts and an oversized hoodie that sohow looked designer. She looked up when I walked in, smiled this sweet, polite smile that made my stomach drop straight through the floor.

Mom jumped up. "Oh! Ye Jun, honey, you’re back early. This is Lisa. She’s... "

Lisa stood up gracefully, bowed a little, voice soft and lodic. "Hi. I’m Lisa. Nice to et you."

I knew that voice.

I knew that face.

Every single person in South Korea with a phone and functioning eyes knew that face.

Lisa. As in Lisa from the girl group. The Lisa. World-famous idol Lisa. Dancing-on-stage-in-front-of-millions Lisa. My jaw actually dropped open like a cartoon.

Mom kept talking, oblivious. "She’s Si Woo’s partner. Her dad and your dad have been working on so project together, I think? She just flew in this morning and wanted to surprise him. Isn’t that sweet?"

Partner.

The word punched in the throat.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t speak.

Just stood there in my unzipped hoodie, jeans barely buttoned, collar probably peeking out, ass still bleeding under the fabric, staring at the most beautiful woman on the planet who apparently belonged to the guy who just tattooed his na on my ass without asking.

Footsteps behind .

Heavy. Familiar.

Si Woo walked in, still in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, red handprint fading on his cheek.

He saw her.

And his whole face changed.

"Lisa," he said, voice warm, surprised, almost soft. Like he was greeting soone he actually cared about.

She lit up. "Oppa!"

She stepped forward and hugged him.

Right in front of .

Arms around his neck, cheek pressed to his chest, and he hugged her back without hesitation, one hand on her lower back, the other rubbing between her shoulder blades like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I felt sothing crack inside my chest.

Not break.

Crack.

Loud enough I thought everyone could hear it.

He pulled back just enough to smile down at her actually smile, that real one he only gave when I was crying and saying yes and said, "You didn’t tell you were coming today."

She laughed, light and perfect. "Wanted it to be a surprise. Missed you."

My knees almost buckled.

Mom was beaming like this was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t speak.

Just stood there watching the guy who’d collared , edged for hours, branded his na on my body like a claim, hug his famous idol girlfriend like I didn’t exist.

And that was it.

That was the end.