Erta Geranion, known as the “flower of high society,” harbored a secret she could never reveal to anyone. It was her hidden desires.

Unlike other young ladies who wished for tenderness, protection, and affection, Erta longed for someone to be rough with her, to humiliate her, and to dominate her.

Unable to confess these urges to anyone, she endured each day in silent torment, growing increasingly desolate—until one day.

“Confession?”

Finally, Erta saw a glimmer of hope.

“Isn’t that meant for atoning sins?”

“Bonderidge Cathedral allows counseling as well.”

Hearing the news that she could unburden the weight in her heart, not as a form of atonement but as a kind of counseling, Erta decided to confess her desires at Bondridge Cathedral.

“Whatever it is you wish to say, Sister, feel free to speak.”

“I… I want someone to hit me.”

“…Pardon?”

“And I want to be tied up so tightly that I can’t do anything.”

That night, after her confession, Erta went to bed feeling at peace. But her tranquility was short-lived when an unknown man appeared in her bedroom.

—

Slap!

“Ahhh!”

‘W-what is this?’

Ropes tied around her wrists.

A blindfold obstructing her vision.

Her clothes torn and discarded.

And finally, hands striking her bare skin.

This moment was exactly the fantasy Erta had dreamed of.

Thump, thump.

Her heart raced.

‘J-just once more…’

She even found herself wishing to be struck on her backside just once more.

‘Please…!’

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