Tenjou and I have had enough of Butterfly’s attitude. She walks around like the star of the team, always barking orders and treating everyone like her personal assistant. Today, that ends. When she arrives, shouting as usual, Tenjou and I are already prepared. We act quickly. Together, we overpower her and bring her to the ground. I sit on her back, securing her wrists behind her tightly with rope, while Tenjou presses her hands down to hold her still. She keeps protesting, but we’re not listening anymore. Tenjou removes Butterfly’s long socks and stuffs them into her mouth, making sure they stay deep. I follow up by using my own socks—still damp from training—and tie them in a tight cleave gag, locking them in place. She’s silenced, bound, and helpless. We enjoy our work. I drag her by the braid and press my sweaty socks against her face, letting her inhale every breath. Tenjou helps, rubbing her feet on Butterfly’s cheeks with a smirk. Our former teammate is no longer in control. Now, she’s beneath us. After a while, we get her on her feet. I tie her knees and ankles together, then attach a rope leash around her neck. Time for a walk. Around the gym, she hops with difficulty while we lead her in circles, laughing as she stumbles.