SMS | Chapter 9.2

Why was there a blind there? Mino was briefly curious until he was shocked to realize it wasn’t a wall behind the blind but glass. He could see the bedroom he had just toured through the glass.

“I’ve already washed, so it’s just you who needs to.”

“What?”

“I said I’d stay if you wash well. I’ll watch from outside, so show me.”

“What are you—”

Before Mino could finish his question, Dohoon had left the bathroom. Soon, he could see Dohoon sitting by the side of the bed, his expression urging Mino to hurry.

‘This isn’t a play, right? But, is this something lovers usually do?’

Suddenly embarking on a strip shower show, Mino trembled with embarrassment. He liked it too much. What should he do? It felt like he was about to explode.

And then he finally understood Dohoon’s words about staying longer if he washed well. Dohoon had planned this shower show from the start. Maybe it was all planned from the beginning? Since Dohoon chose this hotel with a glass bathroom, it was a reasonable assumption for Mino.

Whether it was his plan or not, Mino couldn’t make Dohoon wait any longer. He stripped with resolute determination, not expecting to become naked in front of Dohoon so quickly.

With a pleased look, Dohoon watched him, his gaze piercing through the glass. As if he were an exhibitionist, Mino, now fully naked, stood right in front of the glass wall, covering his privates with a shower towel.

He pressed the button, and the perfect temperature water began to fall from above.

Mino had undressed in front of others before, but his past experiences were limited to extremely communal situations like bathhouses or college orientation where thirty-two men shared one bathroom, and everyone was naked together.

Showing himself showering alone like this made him increasingly nervous, even though it was a daily routine.

As he showered nervously, he glanced through the glass wall and saw Dohoon watching him. Facing such a cold, evaluating gaze, his face heated up with embarrassment.

As Mino hesitated, Dohoon pointedly looked towards his coat, the gesture feeling almost like a threat to leave. Mino’s heart raced.
‘He said he’d stay if I washed well.’

Mino reached for the shampoo. He lathered his hands and began to wash his scalp, putting the foam on his wet hair as Dohoon watched him.

Every time Mino hesitated, Dohoon either stood up or looked at his coat.

Dohoon’s skill in making Mino move without saying a word made it seem like he might sweat even though he was just washing.

After a shower that felt both long and short, Mino wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the bathroom, where Dohoon tapped the spot next to him with his palm.
“Did I wash well?”

“Hmm, well done. Next time, I’ll wash you.”

The tips of Dohoon’s long fingers touched the slightly damp wrist of Mino’s towel-covered arm. With anticipatory hands, Dohoon grasped Mino’s arm and placed him beside him on the bed.

Mino blinked widely, now seated on the bed. He’d said he’d stay a bit longer, but how much longer?
“Shall we start the test before we get to the actual writing?”

“Test, you say?”

Dohoon laid a tablet PC on Mino’s lap as he spoke.

A test?

Mino fumbled with the tablet, and the words ‘BDSM Preference Test’ appeared on the screen.

Was there something to test now?

Mino hesitated, and Dohoon gently pressed down on his waist, naturally guiding him to lie face down on the bed.

Mino didn’t really resist. Actually, he hadn’t even thought to.

Eventually, Mino ended up prone on the bed, as if a grade-schooler had ingrained a bad habit of doing homework in that position.

The tablet screen still displayed the risky and dangerous test.

Dohoon sat next to him and handed Mino a stylus for the tablet.
“Alright, I’m watching, so go ahead and check each one. There’s everything from ‘not at all’ to ‘very much so.’”

The touch on his waist felt ominously thrilling. After all, Mino was barely clothed in a thin robe.

Tense, Mino pressed the start button on the test. A myriad of options appeared, and Mino swallowed his breath.

Dohoon had insisted on this test for a reason.

BDSM involves a variety of inclinations. Generally, it’s divided into doms and subs, sadists and masochists. Broadly categorized into dominant and submissive traits, and sadistic and masochistic inclinations.

But the BDSM in B and D stands for Bondage and Discipline, suggesting that BDSM includes an even broader range of tastes.

Even among doms, classifications include Master, Hunter, Brat Tamer, Owner, and Daddy. A Master desires to completely control and care for the sub’s mind and body. A Hunter enjoys overpowering anyone by any means necessary, while a Brat Tamer prefers provocative subs.

An Owner has strong possessive tendencies, and a Daddy generally nurtures the sub in a gentle, tender manner.

Although Mino had never played before, he had researched various concepts out of curiosity. He knew these categories well.

A person might exhibit one dominant trait, but usually, several appear simultaneously. Which category would Dohoon fit into?

Mino suddenly became curious about Dohoon’s specific inclinations.

But now, it was his turn to be tested.

Maybe listing preferences on paper was one thing, but this was a surefire way for Dohoon to understand Mino’s tastes definitively.

Mino faced the first item on the tablet.

“I want to be sexually tormented by my partner.”

Dohoon read the first item aloud and moved his hand over Mino’s buttocks.

“Uh…”

Suppressing a moan of anticipation, Mino gripped the stylus tightly as Dohoon’s low voice reached his ears.
“You have to check it.”

Was this why he had Mino lie down? Mino bit his lip and selected his answer with the stylus.

“Um, ‘very much so’… Next, you read, Mino.”

It was more humiliating and vulgar than he expected. Just a test, yet the hand patting his buttocks held the promise of more intense actions, sending his toes curling in anticipation.

“I want… my partner to use me as a tool to satisfy their sexual desires.”

Reading the item without trembling was difficult. As Mino checked ‘very much so,’ his robe was lifted, exposing his bare buttocks to the cool air. Powerless, Mino’s body shivered.

“To be treated like a tool, huh…?”

“Ah…!”

“Shall we check if that’s true?”

Without ceremony, Dohoon grabbed one of Mino’s legs, spreading it as he casually rubbed Mino’s sensitive area, treating it almost dismissively as if touching a doll, causing Mino to become fully erect.

Mino was utterly lost. Why was Dohoon, who had said no to playing, suddenly doing this? It felt overwhelmingly good, but the reason was unfathomable. Then Mino remembered they had set a safeword. Maybe a light play was permissible with a safety mechanism in place? Trembling, he heard Dohoon’s voice again.

“Next item.”

What was the next one? Mino quickly looked at the screen. The words he saw were shamelessly erotic.

“I like being spanked on the buttocks the most.”

With shaking hands, Mino checked ‘very much so,’ and then—

“Ah!”

The awaited spanking fell on his plump cheeks with a slap. It was the first time Dohoon’s hand had made contact there, but the thrilling pleasure was unlike anything Mino had felt before. It was like a small lightning strike. Dohoon lightly caressed the handprint on Mino’s buttocks and asked,

“It wasn’t that hard, how was it? Did you like it?”

Mino gasped for air. He felt like he could die wanting more. His penis, pressed against the front of the robe and the sheet, was intensely erect.

“Well, I’m not sure.”

“Not sure? What should we do then?”

“Please spank me more…”

Eventually, Mino buried his face in the sheet, begging. He wished Dohoon would stop caressing and spank him until his buttocks were on fire.

“How many times have you been spanked with a hand?”

This was a preference test written with the body. It was genuinely delightful… Back then, Dohoon emphasized that Mino should write down any plays he had experienced when filling out the preference sheet. Mino raised his head, pondering, and muttered,

“About thirty…”

Hand spanking was roughly limited to thirty times. Not because his buttocks hurt, but because his arm did. People who haven’t spanked themselves don’t understand how tough it is. After all, spanking is physically demanding.

“When you were spanked those thirty times, did you like it?”

“It was… insufficient.”

Before he could finish, Dohoon laughed. He seemed to be in a good mood.

“So the previous partner lacked stamina, huh?”

Yes, my stamina is a bit… Mino swallowed the rest of his response as a slap! sent a thrilling pain through him.

“Ah, ah!”

This spanking was on another level compared to the previous hand spanks. Mino moaned as the heat began to build in his buttocks, trembling with pleasure.

“You haven’t got into the habit of counting. So you don’t know how many you can take.”

“Uh, sorry, ah!”

“That’s alright. I’ll mark it for you.”

“Ah!”

Mino’s hands, each clutching the stylus and the sheet, crumpled at the same time. Saliva dripped from his mouth. A sharp snapping sound filled the hotel room. Mino’s shoulders shook, and his robe slid slightly off.

“Read the next item.”

The voice tinged with excitement pierced Mino’s ears. He trembled as he searched for the next item.

“I, in the middle of play, like to hear, uh, obscene words…”

Despite trembling with pleasure, Mino diligently moved the stylus and pressed ‘very much so.’ Then his burning buttocks were spread apart. It was Dohoon pulling them apart.

“Just from a little spanking, your hole is trembling.”

“Uh, ah…”

“How many have asked you here?”

“I don’t, don’t know…”

If it was about dildos, he couldn’t count them. Mino shook his head, crying out in a sobbing voice as Dohoon’s touches grew rougher.

“Read the next one.”

“Ha, ah, ‘I want to rebel against my partner during play….’”

This wasn’t true for Mino. For the first time since starting the test, he checked ‘not at all’ and awaited Dohoon’s reaction. What if he liked subs who fought back and climbed up? Fear struck him.

“What if I like it too much?”

“Uh, uh…”

“Hurry up and read the next one, I’m getting impatient too.”

Luckily, it seemed he didn’t dislike it. Mino was just as rushed. When asked if he preferred to be tied up and restrained, Mino checked ‘very much so.’ Lamenting the lack of something to tie him with, Dohoon said he’d remember that as he gave a confirmatory smack to Mino’s buttocks, making Mino think that not finishing the test might be nice.

Occasionally, Mino answered ‘not sure,’ and sometimes he pressed ‘not at all.’ His answers to whether he wanted to confront or provoke his partner were always ‘not at all,’ and his answers to whether he wanted to be dominated by his partner were mostly ‘very much so,’ depending on the type.

As each item passed, Mino’s white buttocks gradually turned red. He didn’t count the spankings, but thanks to the number of the questions, he naturally knew how many times he had been hit. When the number inadvertently exceeded thirty, Mino shivered with mental pleasure. It was thousands of times more erotic and thrilling than doing it alone.

“I, uh, want to be dominated by my partner in everyday life too.”

The items generally exposed Mino’s inner thoughts starkly, but this was like voicing exactly what was in his heart. He never imagined he would say this out loud.

Mino didn’t check it and turned his head painfully to look at Dohoon. Watching him with a dark gaze that seemed to lick him, Mino murmured again, “I want to be dominated by you, Master.”

It was a confession that he wanted to entrust everything to Dohoon.