The Common Sense of Bitch Contracts (2)
Ding! A big red number 69 popped up boldly on the electronic board.
I jumped up from my seat in a hurry and tapped the shoulder of Geon-yul, who was dozing off with his head nodding, to wake him. Then I went back to my seat.
The civil servant's gaze naturally scanned over my chest like he was appraising it.
"Um, excuse me... We're here to apply for an owner-bitch contract."
"A bitch aspirant, huh?"
"Uh... yeah. I guess so."
"Someone else will help you. Just a moment."
This male civil servant had just been sucking on a tiny girl's swollen tits, drinking her milk, and inspecting the pussy of a girl just coming of age. He turned around, craned his neck back, and called out to someone.
"Looks like we need help with an owner-bitch contract?"
"Ah, yes! One second!"
A bright, chirpy female voice came from the back, and someone slipped out casually.
My first impression wasn't bad at all. For starters, I was satisfied that the owner-bitch contract procedure from here on out would be handled by a female staff member instead of a man.
"Hello! I'm Kim Ji-yeon. First, you need to fill out the bitch registration form. Do you have it ready?"
I couldn't look Kim Ji-yeon straight in the eye. And not just because of that—her outfit was... not vulgar exactly, but subtly slutty in a way.
Her massive tits, each as big as her head, thrust upward prominently, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her pink areolas showed through her white blouse. Her H-line skirt clung tightly to her ass, emphasizing its smooth curves and drawing the eye. Who knew a business suit could look that sexy.
I got distracted for a moment and my response came late.
"Ah, yeah. I brought the photos. I can use them here, right?"
"Yes. The person becoming the owner signs here, and the one becoming the bitch signs over here."
"Thank you."
The moment I saw the bitch registration form, I let out a sigh. Geon-yul next to me just wrote his name, age, and school, signed it, and was done. But I had a ton of fields to fill out.
Not just name and age, but height, weight, and even how many times a week I masturbate. Three sizes down to the decimal point. And I had to attach a photo of my ahegao face from the instant photo booth, plus a pussy photo.
"...Ahem."
Geon-yul politely turned his head away.
While he did, I quickly filled in the last remaining field.
I hesitated for a second, then added something to the answer.
What the hell am I doing right now? My hands were trembling.
Dick, fuck, dick! To think I'd write this with my own hand. And adding 'nim' like some cutesy honorific with a heart...
It was disgustingly repulsive, but I had no choice.
According to what Geon-yul had looked up beforehand, hesitating or backing off on questions like that led to even more intense dick-love education. I didn't want to go through training that brainwashes you into loving dick unconditionally.
So I had to lie, even if it was fake.
I even lied about my masturbation frequency. I'd never done it once with this body, but I wrote once a week. If a bitch had zero sex drive, it might offend the owner and they'd force aphrodisiacs on you—apparently that happened a lot.
Once everything was filled out, I handed the documents back to Kim Ji-yeon. She carefully checked my answers, sometimes blatantly eyeing my body to gauge my height, weight, or three sizes.
"Hmm, masturbating just once a week? Is that enough?"
"Ah, well... Truth is, I'm a horny bitch who wants to stare at and poke my pussy all day, but Owner said if I break my hymen, we can't do the bitch inauguration ceremony, so he's making me hold back..."
"If it's Owner's order, no choice then."
Phew, that was a close one. Luckily, it passed without issue.
That question was on the predicted list. Too few times and they nag you for skimping; too many and they ask why Owner doesn't fuck you enough and suggest ways to boost your appeal. Best to use the hymen excuse to keep it short.
Surprisingly, even in this world, some owners like faux-unicorns who break the hymen after contracting and then fuck. They just avoid the pussy until then, pounding everywhere else.
"Favorite part... dick. Nice. Adding 'nim' is good, and the heart makes it look like a horny bitch whose pussy gets instantly sloppy just imagining dick."
"Y-You're too kind. I'm still just a baby bitch."
"Once the contract's done, you'll be a real bitch, right? By the way, it's kinda surprising. You two seem like students... How'd you contract so fast?"
This was another predicted question. I was about to answer, but Geon-yul spoke up instead.
Makes sense—this part fit a guy like him better than me, who had to play dumb as bitch-brained.
"We're both satisfied, so why wait?"
"True, but... Usually, rushing into it without checking the other person thoroughly is risky. That sweet owner might turn out to be a total villain, or the bitch might have flaws."
"...Hmm."
"That's why first-years who contract early are either soulmates or lifelong enemies. Usually the latter, though."
Kim Ji-yeon kept scaring us like she wanted to stop the contract. But I knew she wasn't really trying to block it.
Her words were 100% pure truth, no exaggeration.
"Plus, as students, can you even afford to feed a bitch...?"
"We'll handle it. Just proceed."
"Ah, yes sir!"
She scared us, but Kim Ji-yeon was ultimately a female bitch. She couldn't defy a man's command.
Kim Ji-yeon hurriedly sorted the papers, then suddenly looked up as something hit her.
She handed me the bitch contract document with my ahegao and pussy photos attached and whispered.
"Here, no stamp yet."
"Ah! Sorry, where's a pen? I need to sign..."
"Pens don't count. Must be a stamp."
"Ah..."
I forgot about the stamp in my fluster to hide the photos from Geon-yul.
This contract required a specific kind of stamp.
"Heard of a pussy stamp?"
"Pussy stamp... Ah, yes. Of course. Bitches have to pussy-stamp all official documents, right? Haha..."
"Yeah, you know this is basic common sense. Got lipstick?"
"No. Can I borrow some?"
"Of course. Want me to apply it?"
"...No."
I took the lipstick from Kim Ji-yeon and sighed shallowly.
Geon-yul was staring at me. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but ironically, him not looking would be weirder here.
I can do this.
I'd steeled myself for this already. Worse was coming later.
I gripped the lipstick tight, fumbled to pull down my pants, and lowered my panties just to my knees.
Tzzzz... Maybe from all the pussy registration cards and milk birth certificates I'd seen earlier, but as I pulled down my panties, a long silvery thread stretched out.
"Ah, ugh, this!"
I panicked and waved my hand to snap the thread, but my panties were already damp from my body's secretions.
Kim Ji-yeon just smirked at the sight.
I didn't even want to see Geon-yul's face.
Biting my lower lip at the overwhelming humiliation, I pulled my panties down the rest of the way.
"Okay, apply the lipstick and slam that pussy stamp on the contract!"
I pulled out the bright red lipstick and carefully applied it to my already slick crotch.
I traced an oval along my outer labia for safety, coloring it carefully.
"Hngh!"
I worried my pussy might twitch and smear the inner lips, or the lipstick might get slick and slip right into my ready hole. Luckily, it didn't happen.
"Ooh, nice. Glossy red pussy lips. No wonder they call it the lower mouth. Like how your lips are quivering up top from nerves, your lower mouth—your pussy—is winking too!"
"Q-Quick, give me the paper. I'll stamp it."
I modestly covered my crotch with my arm while glancing at Geon-yul.
The civil affairs office had plenty of other visitors behind me now, but showing my body fully to Geon-yul was the worst shame.
Sure, he'd poked my asshole and seen my pussy before, but never my lipstick-ready pussy about to be stamped for all to see.
Exposing my reddened pussy was no small humiliation play, even after days in this world.
"Here."
I reached out both hands for the bitch contract from Kim Ji-yeon, ready to position my pussy over the stamp spot, but she didn't give it to me.
Instead, she handed it to Geon-yul beside me.
"As owner, Geon-yul has the right. Assume the proper bitch posture for pussy stamping."
The next step was set.
Geon-yul took the bitch contract with both hands and held it out to me.
Precisely, a few centimeters below my pussy. Right between my legs.
I don't want to see it, annoying.
I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly moved my hips.
Bitches can't use hands for pussy stamps. It's about turning into a true beast.
I first put both arms up behind my head, locking my fingers. Then, with doggy steps, I positioned myself and squatted down like doing squats.
"I'm pussy stamping now. Help me, Owner."
"...Yeah, of course."
Due to my inexperience, my aim was a bit off at first, but I got it right eventually.
I lowered my ass again, bending my knees, and my lipstick-coated pussy touched right where the stamp needed to go.
"Kyaa, kyat!"
"It's fine, dead center on the paper. Your pussy won't get cut."
But brushing the paper wasn't enough for a clear print.
Geon-yul caught on and held the exact spot steady with his hand. The moment my pussy met the paper, he pressed and rubbed.
"Hng, hnggg...!"
I'd pussy stamped, but really, it was just a sheet of paper between Geon-yul's thick hand and my pussy.
He'd just stroked my pussy through the paper.
Not head pats—pussy pats, what the hell...
I immediately used the lipstick remover from Kim Ji-yeon to gently wipe the lipstick off my pussy without feeling it, then put my panties back on.
"Documents checked. Next procedure. First, read the bitch declaration. It's routine, but mandatory. After, you'll get your dedicated collar inside and assign special functions. You'll watch together."
"Ah, the bitch declaration? We're in a rush—can we skip it...?"
Kim Ji-yeon's face twisted like a demon's.
"What did you say?"