Chapter 20: Does This Look Like Acting to You?

Chapter 20: 20: Does This Look Like Acting to You?

Hana was quiet and timid.

Rather than asserting herself, she usually followed what other people wanted.

She preferred to keep things pleasant, fit in, and move through life without friction.

Being praised as obedient and sweet made her feel safe.

That was why she had ended up with a man like Barry—assertive, forceful, always certain of his own opinions.

But she was still human. Living that way inevitably created frustrations.

Taking care of Barry even when he refused to do what she wanted was tolerable.

She had always been passive. Always followed behind others.

But...

If he was going to dominate her, she wished he would at least lead her completely during sex too.

She wanted him to do whatever he pleased, use her until he was satisfied, then praise her for being good.

Barry couldn’t do that.

He was small, weak, rarely wanted sex, and came almost immediately.

He had failed completely to become the man she had imagined would take absolute control of her.

She would plead for three or four days before he finally agreed. Then getting him hard took forever.

Once he managed it, he thrust a few times and came.

That was the entirety of Hana’s sexual experience.

Even with almost no experience, she knew this couldn’t be normal.

She had wondered whether she was doing something wrong.

She had even studied by watching the porn men supposedly watched all the time.

’This actress really specializes in tiny-dick scenes lol.’

’Is that thing seriously under ten centimeters?’

’That’s bigger than Barry’s... and they’re calling it tiny?’

’Three pumps and he’s basically a rabbit lol.’

’At least rabbits piston fast enough to get in a hundred strokes.’

Barry does ten...no even that is being generous.

The only conclusion was that her fiancé was hopeless in bed.

But it’s all right.

Outside their sex life, Barry was the kind of man Hana liked.

He was tall, handsome, and successful. He bragged too much, but that wasn’t serious enough to matter.

She couldn’t throw away a man like him just because he was bad at sex.

So she would endure the dissatisfaction.

She would swallow it and spend the rest of her life with him.

That was what she had decided...

"Look at this. We haven’t even reached the room, and I’m already hard."

"...Hic."

The moment Hana looked at the front of the man’s pants beneath the hand resting on her shoulder, she hiccupped.

That was... attached to a human body?

He hadn’t even taken it out. She could only see the shape jutting through his pants, and it still looked impossible.

"Would you like to touch it?"

"..."

She nodded before she realized what she was doing.

Even if it was only curiosity, she couldn’t bear not knowing how it felt.

On the stairs leading underground, Hana cautiously touched the man’s cock through his pants.

"Ah...!"

"How is it?"

"It’s big... and hard."

The difference was so obvious that she could barely believe it was the same part of the body.

It felt like touching a club.

’This is going to be inside me...’

The thought alone made her panties damp.

What do I do? Now...

Am I really going to have sex with this man?

With something this huge...?

Whatever guilt she had still carried was already gone.

It was not guilt that made her legs tremble now.

It was fear.

Fear that once this cock entered her, she would never be able to go back to the way she had been.

That was the only thing making her hesitate.

"Move."

But when the man holding her shoulder gave the command, she obeyed without thinking.

"...Yes."

There was no escape now.

Today, she was going to have sex with this man.

<B101 — Basement>

Here.

"Let’s... go in."

Hana was the one who hurried ahead.

***

It was definitely worth the ninety dollars. They had gone all in on the theme.

The room itself was clean, but the dim lighting, half-worn furniture, and creaking floor made it look like a basement from a Hollywood horror thriller.

If someone claimed a real kidnapping had happened here, anyone would believe it.

One cabinet even held rope and handcuffs.

Notices like PLEASE RETURN PROPS AFTER USE and DAMAGED OR STOLEN PROPS WILL BE REPORTED TO THE POLICE weakened the atmosphere a little.

Still, the stage was more than adequate.

She wanted to be kidnapped by an evil man, imprisoned, and trained?

Fine. I would make that wish come true.

"S-so this is where we do it..."

"Get down."

"What?"

"I said get down."

I shoved Hana onto the mattress spread over the floor.

Thump!

"Ah! W-wait!"

"Wait for what, bitch?"

"What!?"

"You’ve been kidnapped."

The scene had started, Hana.

I pulled a prop knife from the side.

It wasn’t dangerous.

Looking closer, the blade retracted into the handle. A toy.

But under the dim light, it looked convincing.

And since I already had sunglasses and a mask on, I had unintentionally dressed the part perfectly.

"A-are we starting already?"

"Starting?"

"...What?"

"Does this look like acting to you?"

"...!?"

Hana stared up at me, confusion spreading across her face.

"Wh-what do you mean...?"

She had to have considered the possibility on the way here.

That I might not be an ordinary man who met women, had sex, and let them leave.

That I might actually be dangerous.

The point of this performance was to drag that tiny fear she had buried inside her to the surface.

To satisfy what she truly wanted with acting so convincing that she could no longer tell whether it was real.

"What? No... Then are you actually...?"

"Give it to me."

"G-give you what...?"

Before Hana could collect herself, I snatched away her phone.

"Ah...!?"

"Stay exactly where you are."

I placed the phone on top of the cabinet.

Then I took out the handcuffs and rope.

The rope was long enough to bind a person securely.

"If you behave, I won’t hurt you."

"Ah... Please. D-don’t do this!"

Hana trembled for real.

I could see it in her eyes.

She wasn’t acting.

She was genuinely afraid...!

"N-no. Really, wait...! This isn’t what I wanted! This is... too much...!"

"I told you not to move."

"Ah...!"

I brought the knife forward, and she froze.

The dim light flashed across the blade, making it look real.

Maybe she actually thought it was.

That would be convenient.

"I told you. Stay obedient and you won’t get hurt."

"...Yes. Yes."

"Hands behind your back."

She quietly put her hands behind her.

I locked the cuffs around her wrists.

They were only props, but they looked convincing enough.

"Don’t move."

"Yes. Y-yes..."

Her whole body shook.

"Sniff...!"

Was she crying?

This was no joke. Tears were genuinely streaming down her face as she trembled and sobbed.

Apparently my acting hadn’t gone rusty.

I began wrapping the rope tightly around Hana’s body.

"Please... No. Don’t do this...!"

"Shut up!"

"Mmph...!"

She listened well.

Now, how was I supposed to satisfy this woman?

***

"Mmnn..."

Hana was bound so tightly that she could barely move.

Handcuffs around her wrists.

Rope wrapped around her body.

Her phone taken away, leaving her unable to resist or call anyone.

Was this... right?

Something felt wrong.

She had been the one who asked to meet him.

She had chosen the basement.

She had asked him to act forceful and pretend to kidnap her.

All of that was true.

And yet...

"One wrong move and I’ll cut off a finger."

She could no longer tell whether the man before her was acting or whether he was truly kidnapping her.

All she could do was cry and nod.

I’m scared.

Could this... be real?

Had he actually met her because he intended to abduct and rape her?

He had certainly been suspicious.

She knew neither his real name nor his face.

Even after meeting her, he had kept himself covered and blamed it on protecting his identity.

But what if that wasn’t the reason?

What if he was hiding his face because he was a criminal who couldn’t risk being recognized?

"Ahhh...!"

Her body shook harder.

Where did the performance end, and where did the truth begin?

She had no way to know.

For now, I should play along.

That was Hana’s decision.

If it was an act, responding properly was what she was supposed to do.

And if it was real... as long as he was holding a knife, obeying was still the only safe choice.

She had no other option.

"Hey."

"Y-yes?"

"Stand up."

Her body sprang upright at the force in his voice.

Barry treated her carelessly too, but never this harshly.

Yet she was faithfully obeying the commands of a man who wasn’t even her fiancé.

"You want me to take your clothes off nicely, or tear them off?"

"...I-I’ll stay still."

"That’s better."

He tapped the flat of the knife against her cheek.

I’m scared...

Where had he gotten that knife?

Had he brought it with him, or had it already been in the room?

If this was role-play, it would be a toy.

But if it was real...

She did not want to imagine what came after that.

"Behave, and I’ll take them off without damaging them."

"Yes. Yes...! I’ll behave. I won’t move."

The man placed a hand over her pants.

His palm passed over the denim.

She heard him unfasten her belt, then lower the zipper and slowly pull her pants down.

"Mm...!"

The tight jeans resisted as they slid down, revealing her underwear.

She had bought it to please her fiancé...

"Dirty sexy little panties. Were you expecting this?"

"N-no. That’s not..."

"No?"

His rough hand pressed over her panties.

"Ah...!?"

"Then what is this?"

Wet, sticky strokes dragged over the fabric.

"Mm... ah...! Mmh...!"

"You’re soaked."

Soaked...?

That couldn’t be.

She was shaking because she was terrified.

She was so confused she could no longer tell whether any of this was real.

And her body was... aroused?

"It’s stretching into strings."

A glossy strand of fluid drew out from his hand.

Hana looked down at herself in disbelief.

"Ah... mm...! Haa...!"

Her breasts bulged between the ropes, nipples standing sharply through the fabric.

Her breathing was ragged. Her face burned.

The man kept rubbing her pussy through her panties, wet sounds filling the basement.

"Mm... ah...! N-no...!"

This was impossible.

It felt good...?

She might truly have been kidnapped and about to be raped.

And yet...

"Ah... mmm...! Ah...!"

It felt good?