Kurapika forced crossdressing : Chapter 11: The Punishment (Patreon)

Once they returned home, Elena didn’t waste any time. As soon as they were back in the pink bedroom, she locked the door and looked at Kurapika with a cold, dominant smile.

— You tried to run away. In front of everyone. You were a very naughty girl today.

Kurapika lowered his head, his face still flushed with shame.

— I… I’m sorry, he whispered weakly.

Elena stepped closer and lifted his chin.

— Apologies aren’t enough. You need a proper punishment so you understand who you belong to.

She made him bend over the bed, hands placed on the mattress. She lifted his short dark blue pleated skirt, exposing his pink lace panties. Kurapika trembled slightly, already guessing what was coming.

Elena took a medium-sized pink anal plug from a drawer and lubricated it carefully.

— Since you wanted to escape, you’ll wear this all evening and all night. It will remind you constantly who you belong to.

Kurapika stiffened.

— No… not that… please, Elena… he murmured, his voice shaking with shame.

Elena slowly but firmly pushed the plug inside him. Kurapika let out a soft, embarrassed moan, his body tensing. Once it was fully in place, he could feel it with every small movement.

— There. You’ll keep it until tomorrow morning. And you’ll continue wearing your schoolgirl outfit over it.

Kurapika stood up slowly, his face burning. He could feel the plug with every step, forcing him to walk with a more delicate, feminine gait.

Elena watched him with satisfaction.

— You look even cuter like this. Now, go clean the room. I want you to bend over properly. I want to see how aware you are of your punishment.

Kurapika obeyed, blushing intensely. Every time he bent down to pick something up, his short skirt rode up, and the constant feeling of the plug inside him filled him with deep humiliation… along with a strange, confusing warmth he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Late in the evening, Elena made him sit on the bed (which pushed the plug even deeper) and gently stroked his long blonde hair.

— Tomorrow, we’ll continue your transformation. Your breasts will grow even more. You’re on the right path, my pretty girl.

Kurapika remained silent, eyes lowered, the plug still inside him, trapped between shame and an increasingly deep submission.