Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young Ngod-220 -... < Must Try >

Mami looked from the card to her climbing shoe on the nightstand—how had it gotten here?—and then back to Hoshino.

She reached for the ankle restraints, unclicked them herself, and swung her dead weight back into her wheelchair. For the first time, she didn’t look at the chair as a cage.

The threat was cold, clinical. Her family, already strained by her medical bills, had no idea. The social worker, Tanaka-san, had simply shrugged. “Hoshino-san’s group is… unconventional. But they have government ties. I can’t stop it.” Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young NGOD-220 -...

Her breath hitched.

“Nagase-san,” he said, bowing slightly. “I am sorry for the theatrics. But your mind has built walls stronger than any climbing route you ever faced. Today, we introduce a controlled variable.” Mami looked from the card to her climbing

Click.

Then, the floor dropped.

Mami’s throat tightened. “You want to strap me to a bed?”

She sobbed. The pressure became a pull, a gentle traction from her ankles to her hips. It felt like someone was pulling her back up, reeling her in from an abyss. The vertigo sharpened, then… snapped . The threat was cold, clinical