Same night.
The courtyard tiles were still warm from Baek Do-Won's emotional cremation. Hye-Ra had sauntered off with the grace of a wine-soaked war goddess. Eun Hae had returned to our dorm, smug as ever.
And me?
I was trying to sneak back too—limping slightly, pants suspiciously tented, spiritual morale shattered.
I reached the dorm door.
Grabbed the knob.
Freedom was inches away.
Then—ping.
[SYSTEM ALERT – COMPULSORY SUMMON]
→ Instructor Ji-Yeon requests your presence
→ Time: Immediately
→ Location: Pavilion 9 – Midnight Sparring Chamber
→ Reason: "He demonstrated restraint. I'd like to punish that."
→ Notes: Wear loose clothing. And pray.
I stared at the message.
Whispered, "No."
The System responded with—
[YES.]
10 Minutes Later – Pavilion 9
Pavilion 9 was silent.
Too silent.
Like it knew something horrifying was about to happen.
Moonlight trickled through thin skylights. Candles floated midair. Incense curled in erotic swirls like it was sponsored by perfume MILFs. A mat lay in the center, surrounded by neatly coiled ropes.
And standing there, barefoot, in a high-slit midnight-black combat robe—
Instructor Ji-Yeon.
Tall. Elegant. Dangerous. Her long ponytail was braided with violet thread, and that damned snake tattoo curled around her thigh like it was guarding treasure.
"You came," she said.
"Did I have a choice?"
"No."
Cool. Cool cool cool.
[SYSTEM STATUS]
→ Stormbound Fool – 5h 43m Remaining
→ Libido: 90%→ Physical State: Boner in denial
→ Mental State: MILF-induced terror
Ji-Yeon stepped forward.
Her bare feet made no sound. Her ropes floated up—like cobras sensing prey.
"You've been… exerted," she said, eyes scanning me like a spiritual MRI.
"I've had a long day."
"So you're tired?"
"Very."
"Good. That's when the real lessons begin."
She clapped.
Ropes shot toward me.
I flinched—too slow.
They wrapped around my arms, waist, thighs—tight but teasing, like they knew exactly where not to touch… and grazed anyway.
"You've activated your 'Stormbound' status, yes?" she asked, circling me.
"I didn't activate it. It cursed me."
She leaned close.
"Then let's test its endurance."
[SYSTEM COMBAT TRIAL – INITIATED]
→ Trial: Medusa Sparring Technique
→ Objective: Resist arousal, maintain composure, survive rope combat
→ Reward: Rope Resistance – Lv.1
→ Failure Penalty: Spiritual shame. Rope burns. Public embarrassment.
She flicked her wrist.
The ropes tightened—just enough to hoist me into the air like a reluctant parade balloon.
I hung midair, suspended above the mat.
"Focus," she whispered.
"You have me tied up like a Christmas ham."
She ignored me.
Began pacing.
With each step, the ropes shifted—twisting, brushing inner thighs, pressing down on my hips.
I flailed.
She arched a brow. "Already twitching?"
"It's been NINETEEN HOURS."
"Poor thing."
She tugged a rope.
It yanked my legs open slightly.
I made a noise. A very not-manly noise.
Ji-Yeon smirked. "That was adorable."
[SYSTEM NOTE]
→ Arousal: Rising
→ Blood Flow: Questionable
→ Pants: Betraying you
→ Ji-Yeon's Aura: Erotic Educator
Then she did it.
She walked behind me—silent—then pressed her finger to the base of my spine.
My entire nervous system spasmed like someone had shoved a lightning bolt through a sensitive USB port.
"Oh gods—"
"Pressure point stimulation," she said casually.
I whimpered.
"Don't cum," she added helpfully.
"I'm not even trying to!"
Another rope slithered between my thighs.
Rubbed. Slowly. Mockingly.
"I'M GONNA DIE."
15 Minutes Later
I was upside-down.
Spinning.
Breathing heavily.
Bound like a horny chandelier.
Ji-Yeon sipped tea while scribbling notes.
"Fascinating," she muttered. "Your aura pulsates at 14-second intervals. Is that tied to your heartbeat or your erection?"
"YES."
She glanced up. "That wasn't a yes or no question."
"IT'S STILL YES."
[SYSTEM STATUS]
→ Erection: Still strong. Unjustly proud.
→ Ropes: Still mildly perverted.
→ Ji-Yeon: Still enjoying this.
She stood.
Walked to me again.
Her hand cupped my chin—turned my face toward hers.
"You've lasted longer than expected."
"That's… good?"
"Let's see how much longer you really last."
Then she snapped.
All the ropes disappeared.
I fell.
Straight into her arms.
And immediately got a face full of her cleavage.
[SYSTEM CRITICAL WARNING]
→ Full frontal MILF contact
→ Erection spike: 119%
→ Orgasm risk: MAXIMUM
She caught me.
Held me.
Breathed against my ear:
"So... You wanna say it?"
"Say what?"
"That you want more."
"I want mercy."
She giggled.
"That's close enough."
She released me.
I crumpled to the mat.
A puddle of sweat, shame, and barely-contained lust.
[SYSTEM UPDATE]
→ Skill Unlocked: Rope Resistance – Lv.1
→ Effect: Slightly less likely to panic when tied up
→ Emotional Fortitude: +2
→ Balls: Screaming
→ Time Remaining on Stormbound Fool: 5h 02m
Ji-Yeon knelt beside me.
"You did well," she said. "Next time, we'll use blindfolds."
"I'm gonna die," I croaked.
"Yes," she said. "But you'll die with excellent posture."
She turned and vanished into moonlight.
Leaving me broken on the mat.
Half-hard.
Half-dead.
Fully ruined.