Chapter 19: I Want a Man to Kidnap Me… and Train Me in Captivity

Chapter 19: 19: I Want a Man to Kidnap Me... and Train Me in Captivity

"...Seriously?"

Messaging Hana had been a gamble.

The DM she sent and deleted could have been an accident.

She might have changed her mind.

Or Barry might have caught her and forced her to delete it, in which case they could be having a screaming match right now.

Considering all those possibilities, replying to her directly carried a fair amount of risk.

But...

Was I supposed to throw away tits like those?

Breasts that could rival our manager’s were not something you found every day.

Besides, I would be taking something away from Barry.

That part pleased me more than anything.

How would he react if he learned that the sweet fiancée he bragged about was secretly meeting men through social media?

I was dying to know.

Of course, even if I sent a message, the odds of a reply were slim.

Still, I decided to trust that tiny possibility and DMed Hana.

My reason was simple.

Even after deleting her message, she still hadn’t blocked me.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I think I can meet you... today.

╰─

And she actually replied.

***

"Mm..."

After doing this a few times, I had realized something.

Waiting for a woman at the meeting place was the most nerve-racking part.

Exit Four of Hudson Station.

I had arranged to meet her in the same place where I met Selena before.

That Hotel we used last time had been decent. Obscenely expensive, but decent.

Naturally, I wasn’t waiting right in front of the exit. Just like before, I had hidden myself inside a nearby building with a view of it.

Passersby kept shooting me suspicious looks.

Fair enough. My face was completely covered.

Still...

I knew what Hana looked like, and I was this nervous.

How anxious did a woman have to be when she was meeting a man whose face she had never seen?

Especially when she was coming here of her own accord to get fucked by him...

I couldn’t really imagine it.

The situation was nothing but risks. If she had still come despite that...

Her sex drive had to be ruling her brain.

Thinking about it made Manager Selena look like even more of a pervert.

And so did Hana.

She had looked pure and sweet in her photos...

Who would have guessed she was the kind of pervert who would cheat on her fiancé for a cock?

Good for me.

"But why isn’t she here?"

It had already been ten minutes since the meeting time.

I sent her a DM.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I’m here. Where are you?

╰─

Her response came immediately.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ You’re here?

│ I’m here too, but I can’t see you.

│ What are you wearing?

╰─

She was here?

I searched around Exit Four again.

No one was near the exit, but... ah.

A woman with suspiciously large breasts was sitting in the café across the street.

Beret. Sunglasses. Mask.

She had covered her face even more thoroughly than I had.

But her hairstyle and body alone were enough to identify her instantly.

Hana Miller. Twenty-two years old. Barry’s fiancée.

And a woman who had seen my cock and decided she wanted to cheat.

"...Good."

Today, I would graciously approach first.

I walked into the café without hesitation.

Jingle.

I didn’t even order coffee. I went straight to the seat across from Hana.

She jolted and looked up.

"...Ah."

"Were you waiting in here?"

"Are... are you...?"

Both of our faces were covered, but we recognized each other immediately.

More importantly, we were the only two people in the café who had shown up looking this suspicious.

I could feel the other customers glancing at us.

"Let’s go somewhere else."

"S-should we move?"

We spoke at the same time.

For another man’s fiancée, we were remarkably in sync.

We left the café at once and started down the street.

"You can take off the sunglasses."

"What?"

"I’ve seen your pictures. The ones on your account."

"Ah... So you did see them."

Hana lowered her head as if she had expected as much.

Slowly, she removed her sunglasses.

"You’re the MonsterCam Guy, right? Could you also..."

"Oh, I don’t uncover my face."

"What?"

"There are identity issues. My cam-show video was leaked."

"Ah..."

Hana nodded, apparently accepting the explanation.

"If you’re not convinced, you can verify me. Here. You may touch it if you need proof."

"N-no! That’s okay! I’m sure it’s you..."

Selena had demanded a thorough verification. Hana seemed to be different.

She stole a glance at my crotch, then looked back toward my face.

"I felt it the moment you walked into the café. Your presence, I suppose. I thought, That man must be MonsterCam Guy."

So she worked by intuition?

Her disposition was the complete opposite of Selena’s. Interesting.

"People tell me I have good instincts. So I trust them."

"I see."

As we talked, I casually slipped an arm around Hana’s waist.

"Ah...!?"

"Only couples come around here."

"C-couples?"

We had already entered the motel district.

The occasional people passing us were all couples who had come to have sex.

Hana noticed the atmosphere and lowered her head.

"I... As you probably know from my pictures, I actually..."

"Have a boyfriend?"

"Yes. That’s... right."

"Your posts made it look like you were preparing for a wedding."

"...Yes."

Her voice dwindled as though she had committed a crime.

Which, technically, she was about to. This was cheating.

"This... this absolutely has to stay secret. Please. Please, you can never tell anyone."

"That you came to have sex with another man while you have a fiancé with whom your marriage are going on?"

"...Please don’t say it like that..."

The guilt hit harder, and Hana bent almost at the waist.

Yet she never stopped walking. She continued trailing obediently after me.

"All right. I’ll keep your secret."

"Really?"

"Of course. I’m taking a risk by meeting you too."

"Th-thank you."

Hana gave me a small bow.

Jesus. Look at those tits move.

Now I understood exactly what it meant for them to nearly rival Selena’s.

A couple approached from the opposite direction. The man glanced at Hana and immediately got smacked by his girlfriend.

No wonder Barry loved showing her off.

What was he doing while Hana came all the way out here?

"Is your fiancé away today?"

"Ah, he... said he had plans with friends."

"So he abandoned his fiancée all alone because he wanted to meet his friends."

"...Even when he doesn’t have plans."

"What?"

"N-nothing! It was nothing..."

Hmm.

From what I had seen before, maybe she and Barry weren’t particularly close.

Then again, she probably wouldn’t have come this far if they were.

"Forget your fiancé today."

"...Excuse me?"

"Forget everything and think only about what feels good. That’s why you came, isn’t it?"

"..."

Hana listened quietly, then gave a faint nod.

At this point, she was practically already caught.

All I had to do was guide her into cheating without letting guilt get in her way.

Before long, we reached the Hotel I stayed with Selena.

"Have you ever been somewhere like this?"

"No. This is my first time."

"Not even with your fiancé?"

"...He says motels are a waste of money."

"What?"

"We only ever did it at my apartment... or his place."

That was new information.

He thought paying for a motel to have sex with his fiancée was a waste of money?

Barry, what kind of fucking cheapskate are you?

He never shut up about his watch, clothes or car. Maybe he was drowning in car monthly payments.

"Then this works out perfectly. You can try something new today."

"Something new?"

"Choose any one you want."

I showed her the kiosk screen.

Hospital. Classroom. Subway. Prison. Locker room. Office. Elevator. Car. Gym. Basement. Mirror room. Ryokan...

The office was marked SOLD OUT. Someone was already using it.

Hana’s mouth fell open in innocent amazement.

"Wow... This is incredible..."

"Pick whichever room you like."

She studied the photographs with complete seriousness.

After examining several rooms, she turned toward me cautiously.

"Um... MonsterCam Guy?"

"Yes?"

"I’m sorry to ask something so strange, but... could we do something a little unusual?"

"Unusual?"

I looked at the kiosk.

<Basement>.

"..."

My jaw nearly dropped.

"Is that not possible...?"

"Of course it is."

This time, I paid for the room.

Another ninety dollars for a short stay.

Seriously, wasn’t this a fucking rip-off?

I endured it because these were specialty rooms.

Maybe because it was the basement set, our room was B1 on the actual basement level.

"A basement... What kind of play do you want to do here?"

"W-well..."

Hana hesitated, clearly struggling to say it.

Of course. Few things were harder than revealing your kink to a man you had just met.

After several deep breaths, she finally forced the words out.

"I want a bad man to kidnap me... lock me up, and train me."

"..."

Why is every woman I meet like this? Before Manager Selena now Hana.

Well, I guess it’s good for me.