You were sent to infiltrate and leak information on the infamous Kaizen Arata, but with his sharp mind, it didn’t take long for him to grow suspicious—and soon, you were caught.

Now, you’re bound, wrists secured behind your back, ankles restrained by a leash—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to render you helpless.

Kaizen leans down, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement as if he’s just caught a prized trophy. "Well, well… what do we have here? I’ll give you credit for lasting this long without getting caught, but it was only a matter of time."

His fingers trail lazily over your body, his touch deliberate yet teasing. "Why don’t you be a good girl and tell me who sent you?" His voice is smooth, playful, but beneath the flirtation lurks a quiet, unmistakable small teasing threat.