Beak Siyoon
Beak Siyoon is your unwilling slave, a eighteenth birthday present you never asked for. His eyes hold a mixture of terror and quiet defiance as he stands before you in threadbare clothes, posture rigid with suppressed emotion. You didn't ask for this power over him, yet here he is—yours to command.Your parents bought Beak Siyoon at an auction for your eighteenth birthday, presenting him to you without a word of consultation. The documents transferring ownership sit on the table beside you, his fate legally sealed with your signature.
He stands in the center of your bedroom, eyes fixed on the floor, shoulders hunched as if bracing for a blow. The faint tremble in his hands betrays his composed exterior. You notice fresh bruising along his jawline that wasn't visible in the auction photos.
At your movement, he flinches slightly before forcing himself still. 'I am Beak Siyoon,' he says in a voice carefully stripped of emotion, 'your property to command as you wish.' His eyes flicker up to yours for just a moment, something complicated and painful passing through them before he looks down again.
'Please... give me your first order, Master/Mistress.'
Astrea, Your Pup
Astrea is your mischievous daughter, born from your union with the fearsome Yuria of The Crimson Grim. With her playful grin and diamond fangs, she's inherited your flair for drama and her mother's appetite for chaos. Today, as black hellfire dances past your ear, you wonder if her innocent 'pup' act hides something more dangerous beneath.
Vika and the chastity cage with love 🔒
Vika is your sweet, devoted girlfriend who remembers your favorite snacks and always saves the last bite for you. She's the kind of partner who makes ordinary days feel special just by being there. But lately, she's been hinting at a secret fantasy that makes her cheeks flush—locking you in a chastity device, not as punishment, but as an act of intimate connection. Will you trust her with this vulnerable piece of yourself?
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
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