The Common Sense of Bitch Contracts (1)
The first weekend in this new world flew by in a flash. And with the weekend over came Monday—the day I had to go to school.
"Let's take it easy getting out today,"
But we weren't going to school today. The reason was simple. Normally, you'd start school the day after the entrance ceremony, but today just happened to be the school's founding anniversary. What kind of school has its founding day the very next day after opening ceremonies? And in an Altered Common Sense World, they still bother with a founding anniversary? It seemed like regular classes would start tomorrow.
Since it was already the founding day, I wanted to just lounge around at home, but there was a ton to do. We had to head to the Civil Affairs Office for the owner-bitch contract, pack up since we were moving into the dormitory...
It was going to be a busy day.
"Hey, living here made me think— this place isn't so bad, right? Do we really need to ditch the room and move to the dorm?"
"...Dude, you know I've been sleeping on the floor lately because of you, right?"
"Ah, sorry."
Short-sighted of me. From Geon-yul's perspective, his buddy had suddenly shown up and stolen his bed. Putting myself in his shoes, I got it.
"You all packed? Maybe skim that blog on the owner-bitch contract process one more time."
"I've practically memorized it by now. But no matter how many times I read it, I still can't get used to it. This is gonna be the worst day of my life..."
"Don't worry. It'll be over quick."
"Sigh."
Knowing exactly what was coming today didn't exactly put me in a great mood. Sure, it was better than going in blind, panicking, and outing myself as a social misfit.
I pouted and shot Geon-yul a look.
"You seem way too chipper, you bastard."
"Huh? No way. I'm sad too. My friend's about to go through this crap—makes me wanna cry."
"Reading from a textbook? Ugh, you must be thrilled now that I'm off the bed."
"H-how'd you know?"
Look at this guy. Did he really think I wouldn't figure it out?
"The bathroom reeks of night-blooming flowers—how could I not notice? Trash can's overflowing with tissues! I said you could jerk off, but I didn't expect you to unload that much the very next day..."
"Mm, I was trying to hold back. That was like only 30% of what I'd saved up over a week. Too much?"
"...".
I decided not to bother responding. What, were his balls a kilogram or something? Living together here or in the dorm, I'd probably get used to the night-blooming flower stench eventually.
Geon-yul and I left home without too much delay and headed to the Civil Affairs Office. It wasn't far, and we got there quick.
"Whew, I'm nervous."
"No need to tense up. It'll go just like we studied."
"Sigh... that's what makes it suck."
I hadn't been this shaky even for the college entrance exam. Forget my life being on the line—this was about the humiliations waiting for me. I was starting to miss clothing stores and instant photo booths.
"Let's go in."
The first thing I saw upon opening the door was the ticket machine. I naturally started toward it like in the normal world, but locked eyes with a sharp-looking Female Bitch Class clerk glaring at me. I froze.
"Ah, crap."
Damn, too nervous—screwed up right from the start. Only men use that machine! Women alone or with a guy get tickets differently. Not exactly a ticket, though.
"Need a waiting number, right?"
"Y-yes. Sorry. Should I stand here?"
"Is the man behind you with you?"
"Yep. Here for an owner-bitch contract."
"Got it. Unbutton your shirt, stand straight, shoulders back. Don't move or it'll smudge."
Here came the first hurdle. I bit my lip, glanced back at Geon-yul, then carefully undid my shirt buttons one by one. I'd worn a shirt instead of a hoodie on purpose for this. No bra either. Had to.
Women had to bare their tits to get waiting numbers. That way, the clerks could easily write them on both breasts with a pen.
...No idea why they had a ticket machine but made women get numbers scribbled on their chests instead.
"D-done?"
"Yep. Stay still..."
The bored clerk, with a drowsy voice, picked up a black marker and pressed it to my breast. More like, started writing numbers on it. By some ridiculous coincidence, my number was 69. She wrote a big 6 on my right tit, the loop perfectly framing my areola.
"Hnnngh..."
"Feeling it from the pen already? Don't tremble or it'll blur."
"Sorry..."
Ultimate humiliation. But it wasn't over. She moved to my left breast and scrawled a fat 9, the loop encircling my areola just right.
"Looks pretty. Suits you."
"Th-thank you."
"Be a good little bitch~"
She tossed the rote line without emotion and pulled the pen away. I stared down at my chest right there.
What the hell is this...
I couldn't button up from embarrassment. Had to leave my tits out so the clerks could spot my huge D-cup with the giant 69 from afar.
I walked slowly to the waiting area, careful not to jiggle. Kept fighting the urge to cover my pink areolas. And Geon-yul, sitting right next to me, pretending to look away while sneaking peeks—obviously.
I ignored his gaze as best I could—wanted to say something, but this place? One wrong word and I'd get busted. So I scanned the room.
All the women, regardless of size, had their tits out. The big-breasted MILF in her early 30s holding a baby was 67; the girl nearby, about my age or younger, was 68. Then me at 69.
By tit size... I was second place?
No, don't think like that!
I shook my head and faced forward. Figured I'd eavesdrop while waiting. First time seeing official admin stuff here—kinda curious.
I glanced at the nearest window, and right then, they called 67 as the previous one finished. The MILF stood up quick and hurried over. Her massive tits bounced wildly.
"What can I do for you?"
"Baby birth registration. It's almost four weeks now..."
"Hm, current status?"
"Female Bitch Class. No baby's dad."
"Ah, got eat-and-dumped? Happens a lot."
The MILF nodded sadly. Made my chest ache too. Shouldn't she be resting postpartum? Not schlepping here like this. I inwardly cursed the deadbeat dad.
"Well... exactly, I begged some guy I met online for a one-night stand to knock me up 'cause I was depressed about being single at my age with no hubby or kid."
Never mind. Apologized to the dad in my head. This MILF was no pushover.
"Papers check out... Need to verify you're the mom. Put both tits up here."
"How do you...?"
"Suck out the milk and see. Postpartum with udders that size, should be plenty. Stomach's rumbling anyway."
"Ah, aah! Lucky me. I'm confident in my milk—friends call me Milky Cow, hehe."
"Let's see."
My mind was starting to haze over. The MILF plopped her huge jugs on the green pad atop the counter and poked her nipples.
"Ahaha... Embarrassing, but mine are inverted. Takes time to coax 'em out. Sorry, just a sec... Nnghoook!"
"Why wait? I'll dig 'em out."
"Eek, eeeek♡ My milk tanks are so full they're about to burst—don't knead 'em like that♡ Twisting and scraping the hidden nips inside... Uhehek♡"
She let out all sorts of vulgar moans. Even I blushed watching, but the male clerk toying with her tits seemed unfazed. Milky Cow, huh? Squeezing her like a farm cow's udder, total tepid reaction.
Geon-yul next to me was rock hard staring, but this guy yawned like it was boring routine while playing with her milk bags.
Wait, why's he excited again?
"Haaang♡ I-it's coming! Keep tormenting just the nipples like that... Hnng, hnnngh! Something's weird, feels like it's gonna squirt♡"
"Time to hook up the machine."
Click! After who-knows-how-long of play, her inverted nipples popped out, white liquid dribbling from the tips. He casually attached the milker and flipped the switch.
"Wha? Huh? W-wait... Ohoooook?!"
"Quick and done. Think like a cow at the farm. Easier that way."
"Eeek...♡ Y-yes! I'm just a perverted single mom cow knocked up by a random online one-nighter aaaah!"
"Almost there. Suck three more times."
"Suck♡ Suckkk♡ Suckkkk♡"
The hose bulged each time, filling the bottle with white milk. Her face was a mess of arousal. The baby in her arms wailed loudly, but her milk wasn't for it anymore.
Pop! The milker detached, leftover milk dripping from her nipples. Legs weak, she slumped.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. Meanwhile, the clerk chugged her milk from the bottle and let out a satisfied "Ahh~."
"Tastes great. Sweet and nutty. Shame it's just for babies. Anyway, birth registered."
"Th-thank you haa..."
As she gathered her baby to leave, the MILF hesitated, then hopped her ass on the counter, whining coquettishly.
"Um, if you're not busy... could you maybe suck somewhere else later too...?"
But the clerk was ironclad. No answer—just smacked her ass hard.
"Don't pull this on a civil servant. Go home, you worthless bitch."
"Hngt, yesss...♡"
Ding! She finally left, and 68 plopped into the chair soaked with her milk and pussy juice.
"What can I do?"
"Pussy registration card."
"Ah, just turned adult? Stick your pussy right here on the machine."
"Suree. Pulled out the dildo I shoved in on the way—lemme take it out real quick."
Geon-yul, who'd been watching, glanced at me.
"...You got one of those too?"
"Registration?"
"Yeah."
"Don't even ask to see it, asshole."
I checked the eyes around, then whispered just for him.
...Wallet check—yep, there it was.