Martial Arts Masochist-Chapter 27: Bondage (4)

Cheongwol picked up the bundle of clothes Han Seojin had tossed her.

The deep ink-black fabric didn't even have sleeves.

The moment she put it on, it was structured to expose her skin from under her arms all the way to her fingertips.

On top of that, the hem only fell just above her thighs, barely covering them, while the sides were cut away entirely, leaving the outer curves of her legs brazenly exposed.

It wouldn't even hide the thin straps of her undergarments, and if even a breeze brushed against her...

Everything would be laid utterly bare.

That outfit was no garment for a person to wear.

It was practically the kind of clothing courtesans wore to flirt with men.

"...H-how am I supposed to wear this...?"

"Why?"

"I-if even a breeze blows, my... my undergarments..."

"No wind blows in a basement."

"Ugh... Eek!"

Han Seojin let out a long sigh.

"...Just as my acting differently outside this basement feels strange to you."

"...?"

"Every time you return here, you look strange to me too. What's there to be ashamed of?

Don't you remember what you said that day?"

Cheongwol's heart clenched tight.

A damp sense of depravity washed over her.

He was right, in a way.

Words she had uttered herself.

In a haze of having lost everything, sobbing and trembling, she had spoken them aloud.

'...I... am a... vulgar... filthy... w-woman...'

The memory of that day resurfaced vividly in this basement.

The corner of Han Seojin's mouth twisted.

"The person who said those words—why act like this in front of me now?"

Cheongwol couldn't respond.

Even without opening her mouth, the shame spread deep into her chest.

"You're going to wear it anyway. Hurry up and put it on."

But no matter what he said, this outfit scraped too harshly at her pride.

Cheongwol steeled herself several times, examining the clothes... but no matter how she looked at them, they were far too revealing.

She wouldn't have worn them even without anyone watching.

Yet Han Seojin, the witness, stood right in front of her.

It felt strange.

It had felt less shameful to bare her back to him wearing only her undergarments.

This outfit covered her body more, objectively... yet it felt far more vulgar.

In the end, Cheongwol collapsed to the floor with a thud.

Her legs had gone limp; she couldn't help it.

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