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Aesu Aemu (哀愁愛撫).

Aesu Aemu was a custom in Goguryeo, as recorded in the Samguk Sagi, involving acts of love to resolve a lover’s sorrowful worries (哀愁).

This custom was mentioned not only in the Samguk Sagi but also depicted in Goguryeo murals, indicating its popularity in Goguryeo.

“Tie you up? What are you talking about?”

“Is there a deep sorrow troubling the Heavenly Death Star? I don’t have such a sexual preference, but if the Heavenly Death Star desires it, I might have to do it with tears in my eyes.”

“I have a peculiar sleeping habit.”

“What kind of peculiar habit requires you to be tied up like a criminal? I’m having a hard time understanding, sis.”

“I can understand your peculiar sexual preferences. Just tell me everything.”

“I kill people.”

“Ah! Really? Then I must do it.”

She must not be from Goguryeo, then. The Heavenly Death Star had such a sleeping habit?

I had seen people who snored or talked in their sleep, but killing people as a sleeping habit was quite unique.

So, I had been sharing a room with a woman who killed people in her sleep for two days?

“I don’t want to kill you. So tie me up.”

“Sohee, if that’s the issue, wouldn’t it be better to get separate rooms?”

Now that I think about it, there’s no need to tie you up. We can just get separate rooms and sleep.

“I don’t want that. I want to sleep with you.”

Oh wow.

Never in my life had I heard such a confession.

If the modern-day Kang Yun-ho heard such words from a beauty, he would first look around for hidden cameras, scammers, or someone trying to pitch a pyramid scheme.

If all those were proven false, he would shed tears of joy and head to the convenience store, proudly presenting a small box to the cashier.

“Jealous, huh? When I was in your place, I envied customers like that. Your good day will come too. I’m off to greet my good day.”

And then, he would have nonchalantly told the cashier to keep the change.

Unfortunately, she didn’t mean it in that sense.

“Sohee, give me the rope then.”

“Here.”

The Heavenly Death Star handed me a thin black rope. Unlike a typical twisted hemp rope, the one I held felt distinctly different.

Was it made of leather? The texture was excellent, with a flawless surface and not a single piece of lint. It was also soft to the touch.

‘The perfect rope for Aesu Aemu.’

Ropes used for SM might seem interchangeable, but they were not.

Roughly made ropes could have protruding spikes that pierced the skin. If they remained rigid and not softened, they could cut into the flesh.

To be suitable for binding, the ropes must be lightly burned to remove fluff, then soaked in oil.

This rope had been made with great care to avoid injuring whoever it bound.

“So I just need to tie your hands with this?”

I pulled the rope taut with both hands and presented it to the Heavenly Death Star. Should I bind her hands and feet as if she were a criminal?

“Just tie my hands when the habit gets worse.”

But where should I tie it?

“Sohee, how should I tie you up?”

I looked at her curiously. She seemed to want to say something, her mouth moving slightly, but she couldn’t speak.

Perhaps I should start with her feet?

“You see.”

She finally spoke, ending her hesitation.

“Yes?”

“Do you know how to do a ‘turtle tie’?”

A turtle tie?

Surely she didn’t mean… the ‘tortoise shell tie’?

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

I couldn’t admit that I had inadvertently seen plenty of audio-visual materials on the topic.

Wow! Turtle tie! She knew about the tortoise shell tie! For those unaware, it was the most famous technique among the ropes used for Aesu Aemu and was incredibly erotic once completed.

This couldn’t be happening.

Why would she ask for the tortoise shell tie specifically for restraint? Was this a test? It already seemed suspicious to request that particular tie.

While some might consider it a form of bondage due to its restraining nature, the tortoise shell tie was actually employed between lovers to engage in psychological play by applying pressure to specific areas.

If there was a fear of her accidentally killing someone in her sleep, simply binding the limbs or linking the neck and wrist with knots should be enough. There’s no need to specifically request the tortoise shell tie.

“I can’t do it alone.”

“How have you usually managed? You haven’t been tying yourself up to sleep, have you?”

“My master used to tie me up when I was younger. Recently, I’ve started sleeping alone.”

“Ah, was your master a man?”

Could it be that the sexual preference wasn’t the Heavenly Death Star’s, but her master’s? Tying a child in a tortoise shell tie.

I want to take them to the authorities immediately and shout, “This person right here, officers!”

“No. A woman.”

“I see.”

She tied her with motherly concern. What a master.

“If I don’t tie up with this, I can’t sleep here.”

Then don’t sleep. I wanted to retort, but observing the Heavenly Death Star, her expression resembled that of a child standing alone in the rain, somewhat pitiable.

This presented a golden opportunity to send her away.

It was making me think.

If it was neither the Heavenly Death Star’s nor her master’s sexual preference, then the rope must possess some special power, as she mentioned.

Perhaps it played a role in restraining her murderous intent during sleep.

Asking for a tortoise shell tie might suggest that when completely restrained, some power activated to control the Heavenly Death Star.

“Can you sleep comfortably when tied with that rope?”

“It’s not comfortable, but I can sleep.”

Well, how comfortable could sleeping while tied up be?

“Sohee, how can I assist you then?”

That’s it. I should coax her to leave voluntarily. I decided to help her.

“I can do most of it myself. The problem is the heart.”

“The heart?”

“The closer the rope is to the heart, the stronger the effect. I need to divide it into two sections: below the collarbone and above the diaphragm. But when I try to tie that area, I become dizzy and weak, so I can’t do it myself.”

The Heavenly Death Star pointed to her heart.

Oh. So she wanted me to tie her chest?

“No, Sohee. How can I, a man, touch the chest of a grown woman like that…”

Thank you. I’m grateful.

“… Please.”

The Heavenly Death Star lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.

Wow. She actually knew how to ask for help. Until now, she had been almost commanding, but this time I could sense genuine desperation.

“Alright, Sohee. Let’s give it a try.”

“Then, just look away for a moment.”

I turned my back to her.

Rustle, rustle.

A rustling sound tickled my ears from behind. That was the sound of undressing.

“Sohee?”

“Don’t turn around.”

Could it be? It’s fine for me, but was she really undressing?

“Now you can turn.”

“Wait. I need a moment to prepare myself mentally.”

Sohee, I was not that kind of man.

If you’re attacking me like this, well, yes, but we should get to know each other better. Let’s start with understanding each other physically, the adult way.

Alright. No need to pretend to be shocked.

When I turned around, ready for anything, the Heavenly Death Star had changed into comfortable, thin sleepwear.

Ah. Got my hopes up for nothing.

“I’ll do the basics myself.”

The Heavenly Death Star tied the rope around her neck, passing it over the peaks and valleys of her chest, down to her belly button, and then extended it toward her private area.

A single central line on her body was more provocative than I had expected. I knew where to keep my eyes, but still, I pretended to be embarrassed.

The Heavenly Death Star tied knots here and there, then wound the rope around her body vertically.

“Ah.”

A weaker voice than usual came from the Heavenly Death Star. Just creating a vertical line along her body seemed to have an effect.

“Sohee, shall I help?”

“No, I’m fine for now.”

The Heavenly Death Star bit her lip and busily worked her hands, creating a tortoise shell pattern around her belly button and chest area.

‘Is this self tortoise shell tie? It really can be done alone. I always thought it needed two people, according to the audio-visual materials.’

“Uh!”

“Sohee! Are you okay?”

The Heavenly Death Star suddenly lost strength in her legs. I quickly reached out to catch her as she started to fall forward.

In that state, she slightly tilted her head and brought her lips close to my ear.

“Now… do it.”

Her faint breath tickled my ear.

‘You know, without specifying the subject, verb, and object, such statements could be misunderstood.’

“Alright. Sit down for now.”

I carefully supported the Heavenly Death Star and helped her sit on the floor.

Her knees hit the ground first as her legs failed to support her, folding back in what seemed like an M-shape, a position only possible for women.

“Hurry.”

“Okay, let’s give it a try.”

I began to tie her from behind, trying not to touch the front. Using the remaining rope, I wrapped it once around her lower chest and then once around her upper chest, tying each section separately.

“Ah.”

Her eyes seemed to lose focus as the rope touched her chest.

“Sohee. Is this okay? Sohee!”

‘Stay focused. If someone discovers this situation, I’ll be taken away.’

“It’s loose… Tighten it.”

“Tighten it!”

I pulled the rope with force. As the rope tightened, her chest rose as if a hidden mountain was emerging from the mist.

“Huh!”

With a moan, the strength vanished from the Heavenly Death Star’s upper body. Thankfully, I was holding the rope, which prevented her from falling, but it appeared all strength had left her body.

“Sohee? Sohee!”

Had she fainted?

‘This is really something.’

I carefully picked up the Heavenly Death Star and laid her on the bed.

Fortunately, her eyes were open. She was not unconscious, but unable to respond?

Her eyes were open but unfocused, the ropes apparently doing their job.

‘Incredible.’

The sight of the Heavenly Death Star tied up on the bed was nothing short of astounding.

The ropes accentuated her figure, creating lines that served to highlight her curves.

Her entire body was tied and laid out on the bed, with a slight flush on her cheeks and shallow breaths, she embodied the essence of Eros.

I tried to keep my thoughts neutral, yet I couldn’t ignore her incredible physique.

Even without the ropes, her chest was prominent, but now, bound as she was, it seemed like a towering mountain beckoning for conquest.

I swallowed with difficulty.

“Huh!”

This was insane. I was at a loss for how to handle this bizarre predicament.

Even for the Heavenly Death Star, this situation could lead to something amiss.

“Sohee, I’m going to step out for a moment.”

I needed some fresh air to clear my head.

I turned to leave the room.

“Yun-ho.”

Her gaze was searching as she reached out, her voice tinged with the vulnerability of a wounded child seeking comfort.

“Don’t… go.”

This was maddening.

Truly.

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