[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (2). Adapted

[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (2). Adapted

I appeared in the living room in a flicker of shadow.

Fully clothed again. Clean. Composed.

Still very much in my demonic form, horns intact, wings folded behind me, tail swaying lazily like it had zero regrets about anything I just did.

And yeah.

I exhaled.

“Kinda rough… but yeah,” I muttered, rolling my shoulders. “Nice.”

Let’s just say Ivy did not stay a “fragile princess” for long.

By the end of it?

Yeah.

That role got absolutely destroyed.

I cracked my neck once, walking forward like I hadn’t just gone through three full rounds of absolute chaos. My demonic energy was still humming under my skin, steady, satisfied, and very much not drained.

Because incubus.

Because me.

Because apparently my stamina was illegal.

Puriel was the first one to approach me.

She noticed everything first.

“You okay, Ethan?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, hair catching the light. “You look… messed up.”

I blinked at her.

“Do I?”

She gave me a look.

“Yes.”

I sighed.

“Yeah. Ivy flipped the script halfway through.”

That got attention.

Mia perked up instantly. “Wait, what? She dominated you?”

Zalira smirked. “Impossible.”

“Not dominated,” I said quickly. “She just… adapted.”

Ruby leaned forward, eyes glowing. “Did you squirm?”

“No.”

“Did you almost squirm?”

“…No comment.”

Luna burst out laughing. “Oh my, he did.”

Emma shook her head, smiling softly. “At least you’re still standing.”

“Barely,” I muttered, grabbing a drink.

Diamond slid closer. “How many rounds?”

“Three.”

Silence.

Then…

“Only three?” Olivia said, crossing her arms.

“ONLY?” I stared at her. “You try dealing with Ivy in ‘princess mode’ and suddenly she turned into sx addicted slt in the middle. She will keep me all night in that room if I didn't escape.”

Pearl clapped her hands suddenly. “Okay! Enough recovery. Next round.”

She shoved the card stack toward me anyway.

“Pick.”

I sighed dramatically and pulled one.

Flipped it.

“…Pearl.”

Pearl froze.

Then exploded.

“AT LAST!” she yelled, jumping to her feet. “MY TURN BEFORE THE LAST!”

Diamond laughed. “She’s been waiting all night.”

Pearl grabbed a role card immediately.

Read it.

And her smile…

That was not a normal smile.

That was a problem.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want this. Dream come true.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“I don’t like that face.”

“You’re not supposed to,” she chirped.

“What’s the role?”

She leaned in close, whispering sweetly.

“This… needs you to go to room twenty-six first before me.”

I blinked.

“…Why?”

She just smiled wider.

“Because the setup matters.”

Diamond covered her mouth, already laughing.

Mia leaned over. “Oh, you’re in trouble.”

Zalira nodded. “Deep trouble.”

I pointed at Pearl.

“If this involves ropes—”

“It might.”

“If this involves humiliation—”

“It definitely might.”

I sighed deeply.

“…Oh dear.”

Pearl tilted her head, smiling.

I looked around at all of them.

Every single one smiling.

Waiting.

Watching.

Enjoying this way too much.

I took a long drink.

Set the glass down.

And turned toward the hallway.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Room twenty-six.”

My tail flicked once behind me.

“Let’s see what kind of nightmare Pearl prepared.”

Shadow swallowed me again.

And…

I landed right in front of another door.

Room twenty-six.

I blinked once.

“That was easy.”

Because yeah. It was literally right beside room twenty-seven.

I exhaled.

“Alright. Let’s see.”

I pushed the door open.

And immediately…

“What the...”

I stepped inside anyway.

But yeah.

Nope.

This was not a hotel room.

Not even close.

White walls. Too clean. Too bright. That faint sterile smell like disinfectant mixed with something artificial. A single bed in the center. Straps. Metal frame. Minimal furniture.

I slowly turned my head. “This is a psych ward...”

Or at least a very inspired version of one.

“Pearl…” I muttered. “What the hell…”

I walked further in, boots echoing slightly.

There was a note taped to the wall.

Of course there was.

I grabbed it and read.

“Ethan You are a psychopath so please wear something like that. She is the doctor. The game will start with the doctor disciplining you first. Good luck”

I stared at it.

Then at the room.

Then back at the note.

“…You’re enjoying this way too much.”

I flipped the paper.

And froze.

Photos.

Several.

I stared at them.

Restrained clothing. Arms secured. Body wrapped tight in those… yeah. Those kinds of restraint outfits. Not ropes. Worse.

“Oh…”

I leaned back slightly.

“…That’s why she said ropes but not really.”

I rubbed my face once.

“Okay. That’s actually… kinda clever.”

I sighed.

Then smirked.

“Game on.”

I snapped my fingers.

Dark energy flickered.

Then faded.

My horns disappeared.

Wings gone.

Tail gone.

Demonic aura suppressed.

And in their place?

Restraining outfit.

Snug. Restrictive. Arms held close. Movement limited. Designed to keep someone contained.

I flexed slightly.

“…Huh.”

Tight.

Very tight.

I walked over to the bed.

Sat.

Then leaned back fully, letting my head rest against the pillow. The straps hung loose at the sides, clearly waiting.

I stared at the ceiling.

“Psychopath, huh…”

I chuckled under my breath.

“This is going to be fun.”

I shifted slightly, testing the limits of the outfit. Restricted, but not completely helpless.

Good.

Because if Pearl thought I’d just lay here and behave…

I smirked wider.

She was about to be very entertained.

I closed my eyes for a second.

Then opened them again, gaze sharp.

Waiting.

For my “doctor.”

The door clicked.

Slow.

Deliberate.

And then it opened.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t sit up.

Didn’t react.

Because if I was playing this role?

I was going to own it.

The light from the hallway spilled into the room first… then she stepped in.

Pearl.

But not Pearl.

Doctor Pearl.

White coat. Tight. Way too fitted to be professional. The sleeves rolled just enough to show her wrists. Underneath? Something definitely not medical standard. Stockings. Heels. Hair tied loosely, but a few strands deliberately falling around her face.

She looked like a doctor.

A doctor in heat.

I blinked once.

‘…Oh you’re insane.’

She closed the door behind her with a soft click, then leaned against it casually.

“Where is my naughty patient~?” she sang softly.

I stared at the ceiling. “Isn’t it I’m the psychopath?” I muttered.

She walked toward me slowly, heels tapping against the floor. Each step measured. Controlled. But her smile?

Oh yeah.

That was not professional.

That was predatory.