Dormitory Common Sense (1)

After completing the bitch contract, Geon-yul and I returned to our place without saying a word to each other.

Ugh.

Even after scrubbing myself pretty thoroughly in the shower, it felt like the smell of semen was still clinging to my body. Sure, to my nose it came across as a sweet fragrance, but to everyone else, it'd just be that raw, fishy cum stench—and that was starting to get to me bit by bit.

"…Well, at least no one'll mess with you now."

"Yeah, true. That's a relief."

What the hell. Why was this so awkward?

I responded to Geon-yul's forced attempt at small talk with the stiffest reply imaginable. I hadn't meant to, but… Should I switch gears right now?

It was kinda chaotic earlier. But whatever.

Today's events had been pretty shocking, but in the end, Geon-yul had only been trying to help me out. As long as I kept my grades from tanking and stayed steady, I could remain in the bitch class all the way through graduation—and that meant no more guys messing with me for the rest of my life. Hell, if Geon-yul said he'd take responsibility for me forever, I'd be all "thank you very much."

He'd gone this far to help, so giving him a handjob once in a while? What was the big deal? It wasn't like it was every day—just occasionally!

"Sorry about earlier."

"Huh?! Outta nowhere? You don't have to apologize for anything!"

"No, I should've shut it down firm. You were in a tough spot with that civil servant lady right there."

"Well, yeah, but…"

I was a little flustered, but I needed to steel myself. Maybe this was actually the better route. Better to blow it all up front and clear the air right away than bury it out of embarrassment and have it explode later.

"Screw it, whatever! Let's just lay it all out then."

"Good idea. Way healthier."

"While we're at it, lemme ask. I was cool with the… uh, h-handjob thing as a substitute, right? But do you remember what you said to me toward the end?"

"…Haha, yeah, I remember."

"Something like Chae-a's not a friend, she's a bitch or whatever."

I hesitated for a second, then threw the fastball.

"That wasn't… serious, right?"

"Here's the thing."

He hadn't even finished, and I already felt a lump rising in my throat. If it was just acting, shouldn't he have said something like "No way!" instead of "Here's the thing"?

But Geon-yul looked like he was about to make some excuse. For some reason, that stung so bad my vision started blurring. My nose tingled, my throat tightened, and words wouldn't come.

"H-Hey! Don't cry! What, over some words I said?!"

"You jerk, how could you say that to a friend? We've known each other for years—how can a little body change turn you into a hole-obsessed maniac…"

"Hey, hey! That's not it! You're making me sound like a freak! And anyway, it's not just 'a little body change'—a ton's different now!"

"Th-Then what is it?! You looked like you were enjoying it when I was jerking you off with my hand! Moaning like some gross dude!"

"You were moaning plenty when I put your tail in…!"

"Hwaaaang!"

"I'm losing my mind."

I opened my mouth and wailed out loud, and Geon-yul just stood there scratching his head. Then, like something clicked, he spread his arms wide… only to fold them back. Was he gonna hug me or what?

Instead, he grabbed one of my hands with both of his.

"Wh-What?! Why grab it?! Even now your hands are freaking huge, damn it…"

"There was a real reason. Just hear me out."

"Fine, spill it! You think I'm like you, treating my friend like some subhuman bitch and ignoring her? You think everything I say sounds like bullshit? Woof woof, arf arf, whine whine, grrr…"

I shook off his hand and, in full sarcasm mode, squatted right there on the street imitating dog noises. That's when I noticed the bulge swelling up again in the front of Geon-yul's pants as he looked down at me.

"Daaaamn…"

"This isn't—! You know it's involuntary…"

"Involuntary my ass! You jerked off alone this morning, I just did you again, and it's already standing at attention? What are you, an orc? A goblin? Some sex monster?!"

"What am I supposed to do when you turn me on so bad?!"

What?

"…Jerk alert."

"No, wait. Chae-a."

"Oh, dropping the mask now, huh."

"That's not—"

"Bitch contract's done, so now I'm your personal hole? Did they sneak in a heat function too?"

"Just listen for a sec."

"Pervert. I should've seen it coming. With that face, no wonder you've been solo all this time…"

"Listen to me, fuck!"

Thud!

Geon-yul finally snapped, grabbing both my shoulders hard and shoving me against the wall. I yelped in pain as my back hit it, tears pricking my eyes. But that pain was nothing compared to the terror right in front of me.

"When someone's talking, listen."

His tone was forceful. His voice low and rough. The hands gripping my shoulders were huge and thick, bulging blue veins standing out starkly. The tighter he gripped, the more they popped. Just by pinning me to the wall and looming there, his shadow swallowed my tiny body whole.

Unlike my soft, squishy frame, his solid, muscled build closing in scared the hell out of me. Had Geon-yul ever gotten mad at me like this? Probably, but back then I wasn't this small, fragile girl.

His tone scared me. His angry face scared me. And above all, that thing down below—raging just as hard as he was, straining inside his pants—terrified me most.

I dropped my gaze and tucked my tail between my legs.

"…S-Sorry. I got too cocky."

"Ready to hear me out now?"

"Y-Yeah. Hehe, but my shoulders kinda hurt, Geon-yul. Can you loosen up a bit?"

"Shit, sorry. I lost it for a sec… Really sorry."

"Nah! Hehe, it happens. I was pushing it. Dude, your grip is no joke. Thought I was gonna piss myself."

I played it off as a joke, but it was true. I'd leaked a little. My panties might have a yellow stain by the time we got home.

…Piss, right? No way it'd be pussy juice from getting scolded and intimidated like that. Not even with this body.

"I'll apologize properly later. But calling you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a bitch instead of a friend back then? That was my personal mental protection skill."

"Mental protection skill?"

"When we… y'know, do embarrassing stuff, I try to think of you not as my close friend, but as some random bitch you'd see anywhere in this world."

"…Why?"

"Every time I plug in your tail, or today with the handjob. If I think of it as doing this with my friend, I get this massive guilt trip. It's gotta be rough for you, but it's no picnic for me either."

"Mm."

I got it. If our positions were reversed, I'd probably feel the same.

"So when we have to do lewd stuff in public, I make myself see you as a total stranger. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Thinking I'm making my friend do it is hard enough, and if I half-ass it and it shows, we could get burned."

"Got it. So in those moments, I temporarily become a real bitch in your head."

"…Kinda weird way to put it, but yeah."

I mulled it over and slowly nodded.

"Smart way to handle it. Yeah, I like it. When it's just us or no need for the lewd stuff, we switch back to normal friends."

"Exactly. Like fake lovers in some movie or anime…"

"Fake bitch, huh? Ahaha! Gotcha. Then from now on, in those situations, I'll treat you like my real Owner too."

"Uh… sure."

Geon-yul looked kinda reluctant at my resolve. What, suddenly shy?

I peeled my back off the wall and stepped forward a bit. He backed up hesitantly, and I flicked my fluffy tail, poking his chest.

"What's up, Owner? Why you looking scared all of a sudden?"

"Scared? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Who said scared."

Was this the same guy who'd been so intimidating a minute ago, now stiff and tense from my teasing? Unbelievable.

Then I caught my reflection in his eyes—my face, my expression.

…What the hell, why do I look so damn slutty?

"Ahem! Enough messing around! Let's head back—it's dangerous out here!"

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta pack too."

Hurrying my little feet to match his long strides, Kim Ji-yeon's words from earlier popped into my head.

Hmph! I snorted derisively, denying it. Natural bitch? Me? As if.

"…"

Why the hell was my tail wagging like crazy all of a sudden?!

That night, sleep wouldn't come easy.

Today's mess was all cleared up, and things were good with Geon-yul again. We'd gotten home ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and immediately gone at it like maniacs without even catching our breath—our waists were wrecked. By the time we finished, the sun had dipped below the horizon.

I'd have loved to keep going, and so would've he, but our stamina hit the wall. We'd save the rest for tomorrow morning.

If only I had more endurance… I really needed to start exercising.

Did we overdo it…?

"My bones ache" fit perfectly. Tomorrow was move-in day at the dorm, so sorting through everything here, deciding what to take—it was exhausting. Plus, my parents were sending stuff from home tomorrow too.

With the remaining chores and unpacking my things, it'd probably wrap up around morning.

Mom and Dad definitely won't send just normal stuff. Probably some of the old me's lewd crap mixed in.

Filtering all that out would take forever.

Still can't believe it.

I glared at the bitch collar, dog ears, and tail on the table far across the room. The collar had my name on it: exactly [Bitch Yoo Chae-a♡], with tiny text beside it: "※If Chae-a ever gets lost, please call xxx-xxxx-xxxx."

…Humiliating.

Then I shifted my gaze to Geon-yul's sleeping face, already out cold. So different from when he'd been angry earlier—that scary mug. Now he just looked peaceful, docile even.

He's my Owner.

I slipped an arm out from under the blanket and held a finger under his nose to check if he was really asleep. If he heard or saw what I was about to do, it'd be mortifying.

"Ahem."

To act naturally in front of people like Geon-yul did, I needed practice. He still felt more like a friend than an Owner.

Since my body had fully switched to girl mode, it was easy for him to flip the bitch switch on me. But not for me—his face was still idol-pretty, his body gym-rat ripped.

So, I had to drill it in during moments like this. Acting practice, basically.

"Owner."

Lying in bed, I peeked my face out and murmured softly at his sleeping visage.

"Geon-yul Owner. Kang Geon-yul Owner."

No real feeling yet. A bit embarrassing, but that was it. Nothing I couldn't handle. He wasn't reacting anyway, fast asleep.

Time to crank it up?

"Hello, Geon-yul Owner. I'm bitch Chae-a."

Mm, that was intense. Self-intros are lewd as hell. Not because I was saying it to Geon-yul, but just a cutie like me voicing something so filthy—that got me going.

One last time, for real practice. Like the scene from earlier today, building on what I'd done.

I alternated glances between his face and crotch.

"O-Owner. If Chae-a's hand-pussy feels good, don't hold back—shoot your cum spurt spurt…"

"Mmgh!"

"Eek!"

Geon-yul twitched, and I yanked the thick blanket over my head, hiding my flushed, burning face. Pitch black anyway, he wouldn't see.

"Sorry, just… practicing acting. Did it bother you?"

"Mm… tch… mmgh…"

"Oh."

…Just sleep-talking, huh.

I timidly nudged the blanket with my bare foot. Better just sleep. Tch.