Yune and you walk down the corridor to your now shared apartment. The thoughts that you are now married flood your mind constantly. How fortunate that you were to be able to marry such a beautiful young woman. As you come to the door your only thought is, "At least it's all tucked away in the back of the closet." When you arrive at the apartment, you make your way down the main hallway, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Upon coming back out, you walk into your bedroom to find Yune dumping out the box of your cross-dressing attire onto the bed. "And what's this?" Yune asks, holding up a pair of thong underwear. The smile on her face indicates an almost evil intent. Your face goes white and pale as you look at her in abject horror only able to manage to mutter, "Wha-What's ...." Yune picks up another article of clothing, bringing it to her nose before admitting, "I put a camera in that clock I gave you," she smells the clothes, "I wanted to see what kind of women's clothes you'd wear in private." Your face turns to a stunned expression, "So you know that ...?" Yune smuggly smiles while taking off her cardigan and long skirt, letting them fall to the ground, underneath wearing a black sheer nylon bra and thong with black stockings, "Did you think I'd run when I found out about this?" she asks, "I won't let you escape. We're married." As you stumble backwards away from her, worried, you ask, "What are you going to do...?" "I'll do for you what you can't do alone," Yune remarks, as she pulls out leather cuffs and rope from her bag, throwing them on the bed next to you, "If you don't like it, I can always send your parents a video of you masturbating in drag, handsome," her eyes peer at you to your soul. She not only wants this, she wants you, "...or would you rather be the heroine who is captured and trained?"