Dog Week Begins
Oddly enough, I woke up a step ahead of Kang Geon-yul today, stretching lazily. Was it because "Puppy Week" had started as punishment for sneaking into the boys' class in disguise? I must've tossed and turned in bed from the anxiety already.
"......Ahh."
I muttered softly in my raspy morning voice, glancing around the room. My eyes immediately caught several black surveillance cameras. I wasn't even looking for them—they weren't hidden at all. A quick scan made their presence obvious, so there was no intent to conceal them.
Well, it's not like they're hidden cams or anything. No need to hide them.
I yawned, then instinctively reached back to scratch my ass as I started to get up—but froze.
Oh, right.
That's when it hit me: Puppy Week started today. Swallowing my shame, I dropped to all fours.
I'd done this before—getting mounted from behind by Geon-yul or crawling during walking class—but this felt... different.
More awkward...!
This was our private space, the dormitory just for me and Geon-yul. And with no one watching, doing this alone felt ridiculously embarrassing in a fresh way.
"Woof, woooong...."
Mimicking a dog's bark, I blushed furiously and crawled inchworm-style to the bathroom. On the way, I didn't forget to grab the dog tail plug I'd cleaned spotless last night.
Screech—
I nudged the slightly ajar door open with my nose, slipped inside, and locked it behind me before reverting to normal.
No surveillance cameras in the bathroom. At least here, I could act human.
"I have to do this crazy shit for a whole week?"
My vision darkened just thinking about it. And yesterday, on the way home, Geon-yul and I had bought bitch-use stuff—disposable for bitches like me, not actual animals—puppy pads and bitch chow.
Meaning I had to use them.
"Haa."
Sighs poured out of me.
"Hngh, hngk...♡"
Anyway, as usual, I slathered gel on my ass and inserted the tail plug properly. At first, I couldn't even do this alone and had to beg Geon-yul for help, but now I could manage solo like a pro.
...Not sure if that's progress, but it was quick, convenient, and humiliation-free.
"Woooong...."
After showering, I had to crawl out on all fours again. Cautiously emerging, I approached the bed where Geon-yul lay.
Still asleep?
I wondered why he was sleeping in so late for once, but a glance at the clock showed I'd just woken up unusually early. Still, it was about time for him to stir, so I tested the waters with a tiny noise.
"Woof! Woof! Woof, woof!"
But Geon-yul just groaned, "Mmgh... noisy...," in a voice too cute for his build, rolling toward the wall and plugging his ears.
Should I leave him? Wait, what's that?
Just then, a single letter on the kitchen table caught my eye. My foggy, sleep-deprived mind snapped awake with a chill, eyes widening.
Right...!
Now I remembered: after shopping last night, we'd found the letter waiting. I'd been too distracted to notice, but it must've been left by the camera installer guy.
The contents were so shockingly outrageous that I hadn't even cared when it arrived.
Punishment guidelines? Ridiculous.
The letter laid out rules for living like a true bitch for the week. A bitch guidebook, basically—not school curriculum, but actual penalty regs.
Crawling to the bathroom first thing to plug in my tail? That was rule one.
I'd forgotten reading it, yet the details were burned into my brain. How else would I follow them unconsciously?
It was so absurd even I almost laughed—but recalling the next part wiped the smirk off my face.
If your owner is sleeping deeply in the morning and won't wake, kiss his cock like a proper bitch.
Here, "like a proper bitch" meant exactly that: no hands, use only your mouth to pull down pants or whatever.
So, morning fellatio... or at minimum, a glans kiss to wake him. He's no Sleeping Beauty—what the hell.
Recalling the rule made Geon-yul's deep sleep look suspicious. Was he really asleep? He usually woke earlier than me. Had he peeked at the puppy punishment guide and planned this?
Nah, probably not. Though he had slyly used this world's common sense against me before—like the aphrodisiac bath at the bathhouse.
Sigh, even if I know, what can I do? What choice do I have...?
Even spotting the trick, I couldn't resist. Refuse and it's incineration. That's reason enough not to fight his schemes.
But now, there was another.
Well, I don't hate this play either... Last night wasn't punishment, so if he'd warned me, I could've prepped...
I no longer felt the need to resist. Morning fellatio—kissing his glans shamefully while acting like a dog—hit my tastes perfectly now. Back then? Maybe not. But now?
And this is super pervy, but...
Having grown addicted to Geon-yul's thick male scent, sniffing his overnight panty musk was basically a reward.
Ahng, I might confess I love it later, but never this. I'd die of shame...
Squeezing my eyes shut, I climbed onto Geon-yul's bed. Crawling up wasn't easy—women's bodies are light but weaker, and I'm out of shape.
Swish—
Feeling playful, I snuggled beside him, staring at his face, then poked his side. No reaction.
Really asleep?
Time for business. I slipped under the covers with a rustle.
"Hoooh...."
The steamy heat and thick Geon-yul-scented air hit me, drawing an ugly gasp. Moments later, I was face-deep in his crotch, sniffing like mad.
I was supposed to be a dog, but I was like a cat on catnip, losing control.
The smell... hng... the kind that drives smell-fetish bitch sluts insane...
Forgetting I was one of those bitches, I stayed lost in sniff-heaven. I even wedged his thigh between my legs, grinding away.
Snuuup... you horny perv bitch... huff, you're not fit to be Geon-yul's girlfriend, hell, not even a friend... snuup, if he catches you masturbating to his crotch smell—not even cock smell... huff, he'd despise you beyond imagination...
But human—or bitch—greed knows no bounds. Mimicking a dog seemed to sharpen my nose. No hands, I gripped his pants in my teeth and tugged them down.
"Hngh?!"
Drool from sniffing soaked the fabric—whatever. The intensified scent hit harder.
Th-this... even with pants on it's this strong, what if I get the panties off...?
I licked over his panties experimentally, and my pussy flooded. Just brushing it squelched wetly.
My pussy wasn't the only wet one—his panties tasted salty with my spit and precum. Morning wood explained it.
"Huff, hufuuu...."
Finally, panties off, the main event: his cock sprang free.
"Hng, hngh... hnguuuh?!"
Inhaling his pure bitch-killing male musk—no barriers—plus the faint unavoidable morning dick-stink, I plunged fingers into my pussy frantically. Panties shoved aside, I finger-fucked shamelessly, moaning loud.
Geon-yul stayed asleep.
"Haaang♡ Ahng♡ Woo, woooong!"
Worried my moans weren't dog-like enough, I barked loud. But reason flickered briefly—my head was full of other thoughts.
Kiss... kiss the glans. Full of precum...
A good bitch greets her master's glans. Brain filled, I puckered up and pressed lips to his cock.
Mwah—♡
A loving glans kiss I'd never do even for all the money in the old world—not even as a whore. But here, reminded of my sub-whore bitch status, I sucked deep—smack—♡ pulling away with a glistening precum thread like a saliva bridge.
I stared, then kissed again: smack.
The cock that made me a girl.
Affection welled from deep inside. His swollen, throbbing erection and taut balls—unspent—were heartbreakingly lovable.
"Woof...?"
That meant: Geon-yul, mind if I suck your dick?
No answer, of course. Pretending to sleep this long was overkill, but kinda cute, so I let it slide.
Sluuuurp—♡
I took him halfway—his girth and length needed slow throat-training. Saliva-coated, I bobbed steadily, never forgetting to finger my pussy.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
Always thought it: my fingers paled next to his or his cock—thinner, shorter. But it was all I had. Tools? Unthinkable for a bitch.
Don't cum yet... when he floods my mouth, I'll go too. Syncing orgasms feels best.
Fellatio-masturbation was routine now; I knew the tricks. Time to ramp up?
"Glrk?!"
Sudden crisis.
"Mm, Chae-a? You're sucking my dick, huh."
"Mmmph...!"
Geon-yul woke abruptly, slamming my head down. No warning—his cock rooted deep in my throat.
Choking briefly, I breathed through my nose, but buried so deep, his pubes tickled my nose and face.
Hngh, hngh!
Every inhale made his pubes quiver—humiliating.
"Kiiin... kiiin-kiin...."
He gripped my hair, face-fucking me—I came instantly. Secret not-so-secret. I'd timed it perfectly, but with him? Meaningless.
But...
I love it so much♡
Too embarrassing to say, but this is why I fell for him.
Spurt—spuuurt—!
Gulping gluck-gluck, his cock pistoned my throat, my pussy dumbly squirting.
Head gripped, I clenched my throat tight around him.
Blrp, blrrrp!
Soon after I came, he did too. I swallowed every drop, then opened wide to show my empty mouth.
"Hehe, heh, woof woof!"
Climbing his body, I perched on his chest, acting cute. Normal me? Too shy. But post-cum high and cameras gave perfect excuses.
"Chae-a, punishment or not, you're the same as always?"
"Woof woof!"
Couldn't deny or argue—could only bark.
"But... this won't do, Chae-a."
He tapped my pussy on his chest.
"Owner said to pee on the puppy pad. You gonna mark the bed like an untrained mutt?"
His vibe shifted—scary, owner-asserting glare. Instinctively, my remaining bladder trickle leaked on his chest.
Dribble...
"Chae-a, provoking your owner on purpose?"
"Woof?! Woof!"
"Guess you need discipline."
Not on purpose—total accident. Couldn't explain, so I just wagged my tail, fawned, and grinned.
Scary, scary, scary Master Geon-yul!
Even knowing harsh training awaited, my honest bitch nipples stood stiff with excitement.