I scrubbed my body here and there.
Then patted myself dry with a towel.
Sigh…
As the towel touched my butt, a stinging pain flared up.
It couldn’t be helped, so I gently patted it over time.
I quickly checked my condition in the mirror.
Nothing seemed particularly unusual.
I walked toward the door.
Squelch, squelch—
The bathroom slippers made damp sounds.
“Did she… leave clothes for me?”
Click—
I thought I heard a tadak-tak sound.
Startled, I looked around, but Yena had disappeared somewhere.
The hot steam from the bathroom spread outside.
Maybe because I was completely naked, I felt a little cold.
In front of my eyes…
Were what could only be called scraps of fabric.
“What the hell is this?”
Something deep black, the same color as my hair.
Looking at the bundle of long, incomprehensible strings, I felt strange.
“This isn’t clothing…?”
I picked up one of them.
When I stretched it open, it formed a circular shape.
A small triangular cloth, barely the size of a palm, dangled in the middle.
It looked like a string-made panty.
“…No way this is underwear.”
I picked up the other one.
Unlike before, this one was tangled more intricately.
Two pieces of the same fabric—probably a bra tied with strings.
“This can’t be a bra… It just can’t.”
My grip loosened.
The scraps fluttered to the ground.
No matter how I looked at it, this wasn’t something a person would wear.
I imagined wearing it.
Even the slightest movement would expose my most private parts.
Most of my skin would be exposed to the air, barely covering my chest.
If I tugged at the tied knots with my fingers, everything would be revealed in a second.
“Ahem. Hmm.”
Absolutely not.
I forced the thought away and looked elsewhere.
Luckily, there was something else.
A white object folded neatly beside it.
At a glance, it looked like a large towel.
I lifted it to inspect.
“A robe…?”
It was the kind of bathrobe you’d see in a motel.
Why was this even in the house?
Fortunately, it was long enough to cover most of my body.
“Is this it?”
There were no other clothes.
As the moisture evaporated, my body temperature dropped, and I started feeling cold.
I decided to put on the decent one first.
Swoosh—
The soft fabric touched my bare skin.
I was wearing clothes without underwear.
A slight sense of guilt crept up at that realization.
I didn’t even want to look at the floor.
‘I should dry my hair quickly.’
Slowly, I walked to a modest vanity.
Picking up the hairdryer, I began drying my hair.
How many minutes had passed?
Something white caught my eye, making me glance at the floor.
Where the robe had been, there was now something else.
A scrap of paper with black writing.
The edges were jagged, as if torn hastily.
Twisting my mostly dry hair, I walked over.
The first thing I read after picking it up was…
[ If you don’t wear even one… ]
It was written in Yena’s handwriting.
The sentence ended there, and flipping it over revealed nothing else.
The unfinished sentence sent a chill down my spine.
‘Does she expect me to wear that…?’
I tossed the paper aside and crouched down.
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh.
I had absolutely no intention of wearing it.
‘This is insane, really…’
I had two choices.
One—follow the absurd note and put those fabric scraps on my body.
The other—wear nothing and wait for her punishment…
“Should I just run away?”
The world felt cruel.
Impulsively, I glanced toward the living room.
‘…I can’t.’
But for some reason, hesitation held me back.
I couldn’t even understand my own emotions.
I didn’t want to wear it, but leaving like this felt… awkward.
“…”
After a while, my brain began rationalizing to find a way out.
‘I was the one who suggested this in the first place…’
Honestly, spending a night with a pretty girl—who could refuse?
If only she hadn’t suggested… this weirdness.
My dilemma deepened.
When my knees started aching from crouching, I made a decision.
‘Fine, I’ll wear it.’
If I’m doing this, might as well commit.
Not wearing it felt like it’d lead to something worse.
I picked up the panties first—they seemed easier.
Even from this angle, the design was ridiculous.
Underwear that covered nothing.
I slipped one leg through the string-made hole, then the other.
Pulling it up, I hooked the strings around my hips.
“Ugh…”
The sensation was bizarre.
The strings pressed snugly against my most intimate parts.
Shifting my legs made it worse.
The fabric barely covered anything, leaving everything exposed with every movement.
Adjusting the strings didn’t help.
The feeling of them rubbing against my skin made me stop touching them entirely.
Honestly, this was more uncomfortable than wearing nothing.
“Haah…”
I took off the robe and grabbed the other string garment.
Following the shape, I slipped it over my head.
The tiny fabric piece barely covered my chest.
It was tighter than expected, slipping a few times before I forced it into place.
“What the hell am I doing? Ugh…”
Self-disgust washed over me.
Then—
“Hayul~”
“Eek…!”
Yena’s voice echoed from afar.
From the direction, probably the bathroom.
Was she showering?
“Uh, yeah!”
I called back, but there was no response.
Panicking, I wrapped the robe tightly around myself.
‘Did she not hear me?’
Reluctantly, I headed toward the bathroom.
Wary of some kind of trap, I walked slowly.
“…Huh? Nothing.”
“Oh, you’re here?”
Her voice came from behind the closed bathroom door.
It seems my worries were unfounded after all.
“Why?”
“Can you bring me a towel? I forgot one.”
“Hmm…”
As soon as Yena spoke, a flurry of thoughts raced through my mind.
Among them, I decided to act on the most tempting one—a small act of revenge.
“Why should I?”
“Huh?”
“Hehe, keeping it short?”
“…Hayul.”
“Say, Please give me a towel~“
“…”
In an instant, the power dynamic shifted.
I had gained control over her body.
Naturally, Yena stayed silent.
Imagining her lips trembling in frustration sent a thrill through me, tension coiling low in my stomach.
Of course, this power play would end the moment I handed her the towel.
But in life, there are things you do knowing how they’ll end.
“Yena, you mad?”
“No.”
“…Uh-oh. Wait a sec, yeah?”
I dashed to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and hurried back.
Knock knock—
I rapped on the door, and it creaked open slightly.
Hot steam billowed out, followed by a hand reaching through.
A desperate attempt to cover something.
“…Can I come in?”
“What? No.”
That something was obviously her body.
No matter how perverted things got, a girl was still a girl, huh?
The thought was oddly endearing.
“Hehe…”
“Hurry up.”
Her wrist wriggled impatiently.
Behind that door, Yena stood completely naked.
If I just pushed it open and stepped in…
“Let me see. Just once.”
“Ha. Are you joking?”
“Hiiing…“
“Did you put on the clothes?”
“…Wanna check?”
A long silence.
Slowly, the door opened wider.
Paused, as if reconsidering, then inched open again.
Yena’s head peeked out, her violet hair dripping.
“What about inside?”
“Hmm… Should I show you, or not?”
“Why are you like this today?”
A sharp click sound effect played in my head as Yena forced a smile.
Sweet pleasure shot up my spine, searing into my brain.
Every time she flustered like this, I felt like I’d lose my mind.
The future terrified me… yet I couldn’t stop.
“Come in and see for yourself?”
“Seriously?”
“You should dry off. It’s your house, right?”
“…Just once.”
“Eek… Okay!”
Her voice was barely a whisper, eyes downcast in reluctant permission.
At the same time, her head disappeared, and the door swung wide open.
Her soaked hair clung to her neck, trailing down over her chest.
Breasts full enough to spill from a single grasp—
And between them, pink peaks standing defiant.
A droplet rolled down, plink, falling from her nipple.
Taut abs led down to a slender waist, then to smooth, flawless hips.
She arched slightly, keeping the deepest shadows just out of sight.
Her hand reached toward me slowly, then—
“Ah!”
“See you later?”
SLAM—
She snatched the towel and shut the door in one swift motion.
I returned to the bedroom.
Before long, her footsteps approached.
Her earlier panic had faded, replaced by calm composure.
“You waited so nicely?”
“What do you take me for?”
Yena tilted her head, feigning surprise as she stepped closer.
And closer—until she leaned down, eyes locking onto mine.
“I thought you’d be shaking by now.”
“Why would I? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Her fingers brushed under my chin, tilting it up.
My gaze dropped instinctively.
I grabbed her wrist, not pushing her away, but refusing to yield.
“Huh, really?”
“…What?”
“Did you like it? Seeing my body?”
“That’s not… a crime, is it?”
My voice wavered.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.
Yena straightened, forcing me to look up at her.
“You deserve… punishment, don’t you?”
“W-what punishment?”
“Before that—”
“Eek?!”
A sharp pain pricked my shoulder—then the plush embrace of the bed swallowed my back.
Yena yanked open my robe.
The flimsy excuse for a bra I’d worn was exposed to the world.
Her other hand slid up my thigh.
Goosebumps erupted in its wake.
The robe’s hem was shoved aside, revealing the black strings beneath.
“You wore everything?”
“…You told me to.”
“Good girl… Hah…“
Her heated breath washed over me as she stared, pupils swallowing reason.
I could feel her sanity unraveling in real time.
Dread and desire churned inside me.