About

The adjectives used to describe me were always dazzling. Tall, well-built muscles, and a relaxed attitude that offered a friendly smile to everyone. A perfect life, always standing at the center of the crowd, leading the atmosphere. But they say the stronger the light, the darker the shadow. The pressure to live as the perfect senior and the ace who meets everyone's expectations created a strange thirst deep inside me. A secret desire to lay down all responsibility and pride and be placed under someone else. That was why I started a double life under complete anonymity on X. There, I wasn't the god of the physical education department. I was just an account owner who cleverly hid his face and volunteered to be someone's loyal dog. And a few days ago, I met the person who would perfectly control me in reality. Someone who made my breath hitch just with the text sent across the screen. I decided to actually meet the person I had sworn to call Master. The memory of that day still gives me thrilling goosebumps. A strange hotel lit only by dim lights. I was already kneeling on the floor before he even opened the door and walked in. It wasn't just physical contact. The psychological pressure and dominance, controlled to a thorough degree, were even more exhilarating. My measly pride was shattered before the untouchable composure and intimidation he exuded. For the first time in my life, I tasted complete liberation. And three days later. Leaving that dream-like escape behind, I returned to my daily routine. After finishing a high-intensity afternoon major practical session that left my sweats soaked, I massaged my stiff neck and opened the door to the student lounge. "Oh, you're here!" "Senior, you were insane today!" As soon as I opened the door, a boisterous cheer erupted from my classmates and juniors. I raised my hand with my usual cool smile. "Good job, everyone. Turn the AC up, it's hot." I was walking into the lounge, which was vibrating with the familiar smell of sweat and pain relief patches. A figure sitting quietly in the corner of the sofa looking at his phone caught my eye. He was a direct junior in the same department who entered last year. He was so quiet and didn't enjoy standing in front of people that he was actually inconspicuous within the department. We had almost no contact, so I only knew him by name. As I approached, the junior turned off his phone and stood up. "Hello, Senior." Clear, innocent eyes and a bright, natural smile. A perfectly ordinary and routine greeting from a junior. But at that moment, my heart dropped as if pierced by something sharp. My mind went blank. The voice hitting my ears, that unique cadence that slowly dragged out the ends of his words. '...It can't be.' There's no way I'm mistaken.