How to Become a Sadist’s Lover

“Thank you.”

Yan brought the cocktail glass in front of him. Up close, the cocktail looked even more beautiful. Yet it didn’t necessarily look appetizing—perhaps because the excessive decoration made it seem more like a work of art than something to drink.

“Are you here alone?”

Someone asked as they sat down beside him. Yan realized it was the man who had sent the cocktail.

“Yes, I’m here alone.”

Yan replied with an awkward tone. He wasn’t sure how to gauge the distance between them. Though they’d just met, the man had immediately sent a drink and sat down beside him—was he supposed to act familiar in return? As Yan pondered this, the man placed his hand on Yan’s shoulder.

“Is this your first time here? I haven’t seen your face before.”

“Yeah, it’s my first time.”

It seemed being friendly was the rule here. Yan decided, trying not to tense up. Though the sudden closeness was uncomfortable, the man was quite likable, thanks to his bright smile that suggested he was in a particularly good mood.

“Really? What brings you here?”

Their glasses clinked. Yan reflexively drank along with him. The cocktail was stronger than it looked, and he felt the alcohol hit him with the first taste. Still, the sweet and sour fruit flavor made it easy to swallow a few sips.

“Well…”

“Just speak freely. Are you looking to form a Diet? Or simply finding a partner? Oh, and you’re an M, right?”

Between what he’d just drunk and the Black Russian from earlier, the alcohol was really hitting him now. Yan shook his head, trying to fight through his increasingly sluggish thoughts. Words like Diet, partner, and M required some processing. He’d definitely seen these terms on the internet, but—

“Um, yes, I’m an M.”

—He could sort of understand “partner,” but couldn’t quite remember what “Diet” meant. M was short for masochist, wasn’t it? Since Sirius was an S, he would have to be an M. It was like how magnets have north and south poles.

The man whistled happily.

“I knew it. I could tell.”

“Huh? How did you know?”

Do sadists and masochists have some kind of radar that works among themselves? Like gaydar? But as a gay man with a completely useless gaydar, Yan couldn’t even begin to guess how such a thing might function.

The man giggled when he saw Yan’s wide-eyed look.

“It’s obvious. I can see in your eyes that you want that pretty ass of yours beaten to a pulp and then fucked hard.”

“…”

Yan’s mouth fell slightly open. Pretty ass? Well, his ass was pretty, but he didn’t have any desire to have it beaten to a pulp and fucked hard.

‘Wait a minute.’

Yan thought with his increasingly foggy mind. Do I look like someone who wants his ass beaten? Maybe I actually have potential to be a masochist?

“Stand up.”

The man’s hand, which had been massaging Yan’s shoulder blade, suddenly gripped it firmly. Yan was forced to stop his train of thought.

“Hold on.”

“Let’s go to a room. You said this is your first time at Assemble, right? So this would be your first experience here?”

The man added, “Feels like I’m deflowering you, which is fucking hot.”

“W-wait. That’s not why I came here.”

Yan felt suddenly sobered by the situation, though it was just a feeling—as soon as he put his feet on the floor, he staggered. Even as he steadied himself by grabbing the bar, he knew this was wrong. Yan had come here today to observe how the SM world operated. Yes, just to observe. He absolutely did not come for a firsthand experience!

“If that’s not why you came, then why?”

“Well, I… I came to become a masochist…”

Between being drunk and startled, Yan fumbled for words. Something didn’t seem right, but he couldn’t quite figure out what.

The man grinned and said:

“That’s what I’m saying, isn’t it? I’ll treat you like a masochist.”

“…”

“Or do you prefer forced play?”

There seemed to be some misunderstanding, but Yan wasn’t sure how to resolve it. As he tried to find a solution with his intoxicated mind, his feet started moving on their own. Wait, what’s happening? Looking around, Yan realized why—the man had his arm around Yan’s shoulders and was walking him away.

“Um, hey. I—”

Only after flopping onto a bed did Yan feel a sense of danger. A bed? Just moments ago they were at the bar, so where had this furniture come from? Judging by the thumping music beyond the door, they were still in the club. But why did the man approaching him, unbuttoning his shirt after closing the door, look so menacing?

“Where are you going? You accepted the drink, didn’t you?”

“I, I— ugh!”

“Runaway bitches need to be spanked to learn their lesson, don’t they?”

Smack! A palm landed on his ass. Yan flailed his arms and legs, but his body wouldn’t move as he wanted. Only then did he realize he was draped across the man’s lap.

When did that happen? He had no time to wonder. Immediately, a second pain exploded.

“Ah!”

“I know you like this sort of thing. No need to pretend otherwise. I’ll take good care of you, okay?”

“No, I’m not…!”

Despite his struggles, his pants were pulled down. The man’s hand caressed Yan’s ass. The sensation of his palm pressing and rubbing felt heavy. The heat seemed to intensify the sting of the recent slaps.

“I’m not, wait, stop it. I don’t want…!”

Smack! The third slap was even more stinging than before. For a moment, Yan thought of Sirius—the beautiful man who looked cold even in summer. Was this what he would have to endure to date him? But this wasn’t Sirius, and Yan wanted this to stop.

Smack!

“Ah! I said I don’t want this…!”

“Stay still, you dog!”

Tsk, must be resistant to the drug. Yan was startled by the man’s muttering. Could it be that the cocktail he’d been given earlier contained drugs? Giving a drugged cocktail to an active police officer—what kind of lunatic would do that?

“You—!”

Yan began struggling in earnest. Though not huge, his job had given him a solid build. When such a body started resisting deliberately, the man seemed taken aback.

But only momentarily. The man struck Yan’s ass fiercely. Then he pulled out a rope from somewhere.

“I need to teach you some manners today.”

No. This really isn’t right…! Yan tried to say something, anything, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. His head was spinning from alcohol, drugs, or both. That’s when it happened.

“Don’t you think you should stop?”

Bang—the door flew open, and a cacophony of noise poured in. The thumping music, people moving around… Though the man’s voice was much quieter in comparison, Yan heard it clearly.

“Using drugs too. I thought you were pathetic, and I was right.”

‘Who…?’

Yan narrowed his eyes and lifted his head. For a moment, the person at the door looked like Sirius. His height and build were exactly the same.

But the impression of the man, dimly revealed in the psychedelic lighting, was the opposite of Sirius. If Sirius had a cool, night-like image, this man was, well…

‘Like Apollo.’

He resembled the sun incarnate—a thought that suddenly struck Yan. A sun god appearing in an SM club was absurd, but with his blonde hair and face like a Greek statue, that’s exactly what he looked like.

‘Wow, he’s really handsome. I hope I’m not hallucinating from the drugs.’

As Yan thought this, the man walked steadily toward him.

“Who the hell are you?”

The first man growled fiercely. However, the newcomer—who vaguely resembled Sirius—didn’t flinch. The two men stood off, exchanging words. Their speech was rapid and filled with unfamiliar terminology, making it difficult for Yan, who was already not in his right mind, to understand.

Shortly after, the man who had offered Yan the drink left the room, fuming.

“Who are you?”

Yan asked, furrowing his brow against the splitting headache. The stranger replied as he closed the door:

“Just a passerby.”

“Oh…”

A passerby. Yan thought dumbly as he watched the man walk toward him. He opened his palm and cupped Yan’s cheek.

Something similar had happened recently… Yan had such a thought but couldn’t connect the dots through his pounding headache. He only knew that the man’s hand felt pleasantly cool. Like a good dog, Yan nuzzled his face against that hand.

“You look like a complete beginner.”

Did people at this club really have some kind of radar? How could they tell he was a beginner at first glance, and identify him as an M too… Well, considering what had just happened with the spanking, Yan didn’t think he was quite an M yet.

He needed to quickly become a good masochist to approach Sirius. As Yan resolved this through his foggy mind, the man continued:

“Quite brave of a beginner to come to a place like this.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t anyone tell you that this place sometimes attracts the worst kind of scum?”

No one could have told him that. While Yan had many friends, none were the type he could ask about SM clubs. His only teacher had been the internet. According to his research, “Assemble” seemed to be the hottest spot—it had the most search results, after all.