Prologue The Usual Banter Between Me and Nawagami-san
When I asked what she wanted for her birthday, she replied, "Then a choker."
"Understood, Ojou-sama. That's well within your style; you wear them often. "
"That's part of it, of course. But honestly, getting a collar is like being dominated, and that's just utterly exciting, don't you think?"
...She casually gave me a knockout reason, and what's more...
"Yes, that nice, tight squeeze on my neck... it tickles my delicate M-heart so wonderfully ♥."
"If you have specific preferences regarding design, I would like to hear more details."
"No, wait! Being given an item like that means you're basically declaring all over again, 'You belong to me!' aren't you? ♥ Hehe, what a hot scenario, you're so into me! ♥♥"
"Am I to take it that you're leaving everything in my hands? Very well, I'll take my—Gueh!"
Suddenly, the front of the suit I was wearing—my necktie—was violently pulled taut.
Her expression had, in the blink of an eye, changed from blissful to something sharp and thorny.
"What? You're the one who started this conversation, so what are you trying to escape?"
"O-Ojou-sama's passion was simply overwhelming, it was nothing of the sort."
"Hmph, I doubt that... Right, command! Sit seiza right there."
As she released the tie, she pointed imperiously at the hardwood floor.
"Now then, Imashino-kun. Imashino Seishirou-kun—I'm afraid something has come up that I need to reconfirm with you. We need to resolve this as quickly as possible, it's a very serious problem."
Seeing me kneel seiza on the floor, the girl I call 'Ojou-sama'—Nawagami Seren—used my full name with an air of unusual solemnity as she began.
"It's just... do you really have a normal level of sexual desire?"
...That is far too unserious for such a grave question!
"N-Nawagami-sa—Ahem. Excuse me, Ojou-sama. Could you elaborate a little more?"
I couldn't suppress a "What the hell are you saying?" entirely, almost slipping into the informal school address.
Nawagami-san. I can call her that at school, but now, I absolutely must distinguish between the two modes.
"Well, look closely. As a baseline, I am a stunningly gorgeous girl—self-proclaimed and universally agreed upon, am I not?"
She abruptly presented herself to me, puffing up. Seriously, what is this about?
Still, yes, I'll grant her that.
Her lustrous, short bob of light hair is certainly striking. Those large, bright eyes, her clear skin, the glittering red of her nails. She's maturely beautiful when silent, but you can sometimes glimpse an almost childish cuteness beneath it all.
With so many appealing qualities flooding my mind, there is, honestly, a pull...
"Look, isn't my figure exceptional, too? Even if a passionate lust for my curvaceous and vibrant body was stirring within you, it would simply be an instinctual animalistic drive and entirely natural, wouldn't it?!"
Well, opening her mouth tends to bring that kind of statement. Also, stop putting it in overly literary terms.
"What's more! When someone like me shows you, and only you, that special side of myself, I expect that to fuel an intense desire for thorough degradation—though rooted in kindness and love. I hate vulgarity, but I crave coercion! These lines are subjective and fuzzy, which is why... I want us to keep deepening our shared interpretation of them ♥."
I strongly interrupted her just as the topic subtly pivoted toward the fine details of her fetishes.
"To summarize: 'The fact that someone as attractive as myself can be near you without seemingly inciting a reaction is somehow irritating'? If so, I confess, I am stirred sometimes, Ojou-sama. I'm simply skillful at hiding it so you remain oblivious."
"Ehh... /// N-No way! Really? But you've never shown it, not once..."
"However—at least, while my arm is in this suit and I am working as your exclusive butler, I endeavor to suppress all personal feelings."
As a final matter of principle and manners, I relayed this to her carefully. To which she responded...
"Mumu... Kuh... Guhnunu... Hmph!"
After a moment of internal struggle, she folded her arms and pouted. Wait, why?
"I get what you're saying, but when you emphasize 'work, work' like that, it makes me feel like everything—my requests, our conversations—is just a task!?"
"No, that is not the case."
"Yes, I know that! Because we've had a significant relationship, Imashino-kun, and more than that... you never come at me with such a nasty, twisted accusation of misinterpretation...!"
The way she's letting herself be satisfied with that is somewhat unconvincing.
"But even so, at least hold some compromise emotion. The minimal emotion a man should have working next to me: the uncontrollable urge to flutter... something like that!"
"And what exactly do you mean by 'compromise emotion'?"
"Well... maybe masturbating while thinking of me, yes, I suppose that can't be helped... ////"
"I see. I shall consider it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must begin cleaning the bathroom."
"D-Don't try to run away like that! Since we're here, devote a little more attention to me!"
As if by reflex, the "shocking-pink brain" version of Nawagami-san once again tugged violently at my necktie. It didn't hurt a bit, but being unable to retreat to my job was quite a nuisance.
"...Fine, I get it! Then I'll use brute force to make you admit it. I will keep obnoxiously clinging to you like this until I get a moe line out of you! Hmph, just you wait!"
Along with her challenging words, she tugged the tie again.
Meanwhile, I began contemplating the only way to resolve this situation.
Yes... it looks like I have to go there again.
"Since I'm telling you it's okay, it wouldn't hurt you to just let yourself be stirred up for once, Imashino-kun..."
"Hey, Seren—do you really want a collar from me that badly?"
As if flipping a switch, I dropped the deference and spoke.
"If so, then this is enough—face up, right now." "Ah, wait! N-No..."
I quickly untied the necktie from my own collar and, in its place, knotted it loosely around her throat where she sat on the sofa, right above her collarbones.
"There. I've given you what you wanted, so submit to me—don't look away, look here."
"U-Uuuuuugh... ♥"
Nawagami-san wasn't angered or frightened by my demeanor, which could only be called a sudden transformation.
Cornered at close range, she looked timid and fidgety, but undeniably thrilled.
In that regard, her attitude had changed completely—a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
"I keep up my behavior because I'm responsible for my job as your exclusive butler—you understand that, right? Don't whine any further, I'm commanding you!"
While speaking, I gave the tie around her neck a gentle pull.
Offering her a direct, physical stimulus as well as a verbal one, I got an immediate response.
"Nnn! Yesh, th-that's absolutely right, Masssster ♥ I won't be a selfish baby anymore! ♥♥"
She conceded easily. What's more, the previously aggressive look in Nawagami-san's eyes went soft and feeble. Her cheeks and ears were flushed scarlet, and her overtly melting state was seductive; though she was merely sitting, her breathing was growing shallow and rapid.
She was completely aroused, and for that reason, I offered her no mercy.
"That's right. And one more thing: as I've told you before, you are a stubbornly disobedient pervert. Let me reiterate—never say something that provocative in front of anyone else but me."
"I-I understand! I'll be careful! I'll only ever say those kinds of things to my Master! ♥"
"Good. If you want to say it—only say it to me. Understood?"
After confirming Nawagami-san's eager nod, I untied the knot on the necktie.
This was an exchange that would typically be unthinkable.
However, since the person involved was Nawagami-san, this interaction was just another ritualistic occurrence.
The proof? Caressing her own neck lovingly, she muttered softly:
"Hehe... When Imashino-kun switches into his S-Dom mode, your words are just the best... ♥"
"—Ojou-sama. While you are welcome to wallow in your thoughts, perhaps we can finalize your birthday gift first."
"But the real highlight was your necktie moment, wasn't it? You came up with it on the fly, but the idea was brilliant! The way you paid close attention to make sure it wasn't too tight... that made me feel your love. And yet, the sudden shift to that icy look in your eyes was irresistible! ♥♥"
"...No, it's nothing. I'll remind you about this conversation later."
"Hmm, still, if I'm being critical, perhaps an area for improvement would have been to push a little harder. For example, like I did, pulling instead of just loosening... though, perhaps that subtle restraint was an advanced technique to heighten my frustration? I have to consider all possibilities..."
Dazed in a sugary-sweet bliss, Nawagami-san started an unsolicited post-game analysis.
The fact that I'm already used to this extreme contrast means I must be severely poisoned by her…
But, of course, there are still novel aspects of Nawagami-san I've yet to become accustomed to.
"...Regarding the things you want for your birthday,"
I was scrubbing the tub when she suddenly appeared in the bathroom.
"I just said that, but it doesn't have to be a choker. Ultimately, I'll take anything."
"It might be helpful if you had two or three choices. It helps us both,"
"No, that's not it,"
Amidst the floral scent that wafted from the room, she wore a surprisingly bittersweet expression and finally continued.
"Because if it comes from you, I'll be happy... no matter what it is."
"..." "S-Say something!" "Understood. Very well." "Hmph!"
Hearing my response, Nawagami-san quickly scurried away from the bathroom.
...With my eyes closed, I couldn't help but let my inner thoughts echo in the spacious bathroom.
"It's that candid side of yours that affects me the most—"
Not long ago, my relationship with Nawagami-san was nothing more than classmates.
Now, though, we spend time in the same room without any awkwardness. The distance between us has collapsed.
I've gradually become aware of unknown sides to her, and the most surprising revelation was—
Nawagami-san is secretly a masochist: someone who loves being tormented and embarrassed.
And sometimes, I indulge that by treating her like an S-Dom Master, tormenting her just now.
How did our relationship come to this?
To explain it, I'd have to go back to us about two months ago.
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