Chapter 115: Even Prepared Props for This

“Don’t stare at me…”

Liyakade grumbled weakly at the two of them, while using her fingertips to gently hook the edge of her black stockings.

Originally crouched on the sofa, Liyakade leaned her weight back against the sofa’s backrest, slightly lifting her thighs wrapped in black silk to make it easier to remove the dark fabric.

Her slender, jade-like fingers traced the curve of her thighs, pulling down the black stockings, leaving faint indentations at the base where the fabric had pressed into her skin.

As her delicate fingers slowly moved downward, Liyakade’s tender, fair legs were gradually revealed before their eyes—first the smooth thighs, then the slender calves, then the pale, shining ankles, and finally the soft, rounded toes.

The transition from black to white added an alluring contrast of sensuality.

In the heat of summer, watching a girl remove her black stockings like this was as refreshing as holding a small, white ice cream in your mouth.

“Is this… enough now?”

Liyakade blushed, glancing at the pair of black stockings she had taken off and casually tossed onto the sofa.

Her earlier warning clearly hadn’t worked at all.

She could even feel their heated gazes roaming over her thighs, as if her petite feet were some kind of gourmet delicacy, making Liyakade shy to the point that her small feet pressed together, her soft toes unconsciously intertwining.

“This isn’t right, you know. A pair of stockings only counts as two items at most, right?”

Field reminded her again.

“You raised the stakes to two items per round, and as the dealer, you need to take off four in total.”

“Th-this…”

Liyakade sweated a little.

She had truly dug her own grave this time.

She wanted to go back a few minutes and give her past self—who suggested raising the stakes—a hard slap, but now, what was said was said.

Like spilled water, there was no taking it back.

“If I keep taking things off, I’ll only have underwear left… What if a client comes in suddenly… I’ll be seen…”

Liyakade glanced weakly at Field, then at Alice, trying to use this excuse to escape the wager.

“That’s not allowed, Liyakade.”

Field gave a wicked grin.

“When you were about to raise the bet, did you even consider this? If we lost, would you let us off?”

“Of course I would!”

Liyakade swallowed and answered resolutely.

Though, in truth, she hadn’t even thought about that.

“Hmph, who knows.”

Field didn’t believe her.

“A bet’s a bet, Liyakade. You agreed, even raised the stakes, and now you don’t want to play by the rules?”

“Exactly, Miss Liakade! How could you cheat?”

Alice was also dissatisfied with Liyakade’s attempt to escape.

“Just win it back next round, can’t you?”

“Even if I win it back, everyone will have to take things off together! You can’t put it back on!”

Liyakade cried out.

“We’ve already seen everything before, what’s wrong with looking again?”

“It’s a big problem! A huge one!”

No matter how she looked at it, that night was in Field’s room, late at night, under the influence of alcohol.

The three of them, following a drunken impulse, had stumbled into forbidden territory.

But this was the Academy, during the day, in the Yorozuya, where people could come by at any time.

There was no alcohol either—how could it be the same?

“Hmm… Since you’re so insistent, Liyakade, let’s change the wager.”

Field propped her chin, watching Liyakade’s unwillingness to accept the penalty.

She gave a faint, meaningful smile.

“Let’s switch ‘take off’ to ‘put on.’ How about that?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Liyakade, surprised by Field’s sudden compromise, asked in confusion.

“Exactly as it sounds.”

Field explained.

“The wager can be either ‘take off’ or ‘put on,’ but the items to be worn are decided by the winner. And once something is put on, it can’t be taken off until the game ends. What do you think, Liyakade?”

“Um…”

Liyakade fell silent, watching Field warily, carefully considering the suggestion.

From her words, she could tell Field wanted her to wear something.

Liyakade recalled the time Field took her shopping for clothes, treating her like a dress-up doll.

It seemed Field wanted to use her as a doll again—maybe to enjoy dressing her up.

If it was just that, it wasn’t unacceptable.

Thinking this through, Liyakade decided to accept the new rule.

“Fine! I agree!”

She nodded firmly.

“No cheating this time, okay? Whatever I make you wear, you can’t refuse. Do you accept this new bet?”

Field asked one last time, seriously.

“No problem.”

Liyakade waved her hand, indicating her agreement.

It was just dressing up—what was there to be afraid of?

“I’ll choose to ‘put on’ for the remaining two items this round.”

“Good.”

Seeing Liyakade’s composure, Field nodded in approval, then walked over to the cabinet where the poker cards were stored and began searching inside.

“Miss Liakade, do you really feel nothing at all…?”

Alice shook her head in disbelief, then smiled.

“But… I guess I’m also looking forward to seeing that side of you, Miss Liakade.”

“Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling——”

A clear bell sound rang from Field’s side, but Liyakade, distracted by Alice, didn’t notice.

“Mm? What kind of side do you mean? My demon form? I don’t really understand what you’re saying, Alice.”

Seeing Alice’s mysterious expression, Liyakade couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

However, her question was soon answered.

Suddenly, Liyakade felt a slight chill on her neck.

Field’s warm fingers brushed across her skin as something was fastened around her throat.

“Th-this is…?”

Catching a glimpse of silver out of the corner of her eye, Liyakade hurriedly reached up.

A black leather collar had been secured around her slender neck, with a small silver bell hanging at the front.

“Th-this is what you want me to wear!?”

She finally realized, turning in panic to find Field holding another black ring-shaped object.

As she turned, the bell on her neck chimed softly.

“That’s right. You agreed to wear anything. No resisting.”

Field grinned mischievously, crouching in front of Liyakade.

She wrapped the black leather band around Liyakade’s white thigh, fastening it gently.

Her fingers lingered as she helped Liyakade put on the leg ring, not missing a chance to cop a feel.

“This counts as ‘putting on’ too—just accessories.”

“Why… Why are there things like this in the Academy…?”

Liyakade’s eye twitched.

The sensations on her neck and thigh gave her a strange sense of shame, as if she truly belonged to someone.

She looked questioningly at the cabinet Field had just opened.

Taking out tea and poker cards was already bizarre—now this?

After Field finished, she didn’t close the cabinet door.

Liyakade glanced inside.

“F-Field? Those… What are they…?”

Upon seeing the contents, Liyakade’s pupils contracted in shock.

She couldn’t even speak clearly.

Inside were all kinds of strange, bizarre objects.

Compared to what she now wore, these were nothing.

There were ropes, clamps, small balls, and even deeper in, some things she couldn’t identify…

“Oh dear, I got so caught up putting the collar on you that I forgot to close the door.”

Field strolled over and shut the cabinet.

“Really… By accident?”

Liyakade gulped.

“Hmm… You’ll experience all of it soon anyway, so seeing it early doesn’t matter, right?”

Of course, Field had let her see on purpose.

“Experience my ass!”

Liyakade jumped up from the sofa, the bell at her throat ringing.

“Wait… So if I lose next, I have to either take off more clothes or let you… keep adding things?”

“Exactly.”

Field snapped her fingers.

“You agreed, remember?”

“Hiss…”

Liyakade sucked in a breath.

Even from that brief glance, the darkness inside the cabinet left a deep impression.

She couldn’t imagine what might happen if she had to wear all those things.

With her constitution, she might break down completely.

“C-can’t we stop adding wagers…?”

She tried one last plea.

“Of course. You can quit now if you want. But you can’t take off what you’re already wearing—at least not until tomorrow, okay?”

“For real! I have to… wear this all the way back to the dorm in the Academy!?”

If it were like that day, being teased by Field in private, it wouldn’t be so shameful.

But to walk around the Academy in a collar—her embarrassment would be off the charts.

“You agreed. A bet’s a bet. But…”

Suddenly, Field leaned in, her voice devilish in Liyakade’s ear.

“If you win, you can take these things off. And if you keep winning, you can make us wear them. Liyakade, don’t you want to see a different side of us?”

…Damn it…

Field’s words hit home.

Liyakade was tempted—not just to remove the collar, but to see Alice and Field’s embarrassed expressions, to assert her position in the household.

“Then let’s keep going!”

Liyakade clenched her small pink fists, determined to win the next round.