Dormitory Common Sense (2)
Pat pat pat...
I welcomed yet another new morning in Kang Geon-yul's apartment. After finishing that embarrassing trickle into the toilet, I carefully wiped between my legs with some tissue and fell into a brief moment of reflection.
"Haha, the bathroom smells so sweet..."
I wasn't sure if this was a misfortune or a blessing. Just yesterday morning, the bathroom had reeked of unpleasant fishiness and night-blooming flowers, but now it was filled with a pleasant fragrance. Should I be happy about that? Or should I grieve over the fact that I no longer hated the smell of Geon-yul's semen?
...No, it was all that bastard Kang Geon-yul's fault for jerking off once a day. He called it once a day, but yesterday he basically came three times.
'My bones are gonna ache.'
I grumbled inwardly as I opened the trash bin to throw away the tissue I'd used to wipe my piss. Then, an overwhelmingly intense semen stench assaulted my nose, incomparable to before.
"Eek, hngh...! What the hell is that smell...!"
I tossed the tissue in like it was hot garbage and slammed the lid shut, panting as I tore off another square to wipe between my legs again.
"You fucking dog, you piece of shit. I just wiped, and now I have to do it again..."
This time, it wasn't piss that came out. It was something a bit stickier and more lewd-feeling.
Why the hell are you coming out?
As I cleaned up once more, I suddenly recalled what Kim Ji-yeon, the female civil servant, had said to me and Geon-yul right after we'd finished the bitch contract and she was about to leave.
— 'Even if you're cautious like this at first, everyone ends up adding all sorts of lewd functions later on anyway. Since it's come to this, why not trust me, save some money, and add them now? It's a huge waste to make a new bitch collar every time you add a function. Adding functions doesn't cost extra right now, you know?'
She tried to persuade us with all sorts of perverse arguments, but we never wavered. Heat function? Puppy mode? We'd never need crap like that. We wouldn't even go back to see that woman again.
...Probably.
"Phew."
After leaving the bathroom, I finished packing my stuff. There was no point grilling Geon-yul more about the jerk-off issue—it wouldn't get me anywhere. Honestly, as long as he didn't ask me to give him a handjob like yesterday, I didn't care what he did.
"...But how did it turn into this from day one?"
As expected, the original luggage my parents had sent to Geon-yul's place was packed with all sorts of lewd items. Almost nothing but that stuff. Obscenely slutty outfits, of course, and even a dildo for fellatio practice. God knows why anyone would carry a fellatio practice dildo around, but anyway.
I disposed of it all without a second thought. I really wanted to burn it all to ashes, but I held back and just threw it in the trash. I was already pissed about having to wear this dogshit uniform again, and now I felt even more depressed.
"All packed?"
"Yeah. I don't have much anyway. You?"
"Ready. Shall we head out?"
I checked my outfit one more time. The uniform shirt with its gaping underboob cutout that let the breeze flow right through, and a skirt so short it showed off the underside of my ass cheeks. And sticking out from under the skirt was a shaggy dog tail covered in fuzzy fur.
'At least now I can insert it myself. That's a relief.'
If I'd had to keep begging Geon-yul to spread my ass cheeks and shove the tail in every single day—maybe even on days we fought—I might've ended up in some huge mess eventually.
'I can do it myself just fine.'
Finally, I put on the bitch collar. As I fastened the red collar engraved with "Bitch Yoo Chae-a," a sigh escaped me.
"Haa."
I used to think chokers looked pretty on girls sometimes, but I'd never imagined I'd be the one wearing one. And this wasn't even a normal choker to begin with. It was just a plain old bitch collar. Add a leash, and it was a full-on leash.
In the original world, a girl walking around dressed like this would've been treated like a whore, photographed to hell, and plastered all over the internet.
'Is this a blessing in disguise?'
Here, though, even with this uniform, collar, and tail, I didn't have to worry about ending up on some website. No one would even take a photo. This kind of outfit wasn't unusual in this world.
"Let's go to school."
I stepped out of the house with a heavy heart.
"Those are the ones who signed the contract, right?"
"Who signs a master-servant contract right at the start of the semester?"
"I'm jealous. I wanna find a hot master to fuck my pussy every night soon too..."
"What're you saying? A bitch like you picking and choosing her master."
"...Changed my mind. I'm definitely gonna follow your lead and move up to the Female Bitch Class."
The moment we arrived at school, people started whispering about me and Geon-yul. At first, I wondered how they could tell at a glance that we'd contracted. But then I remembered hearing that the bitch collar changes after a contract. Still, I was curious how they distinguished it. To my eyes, there didn't seem to be any difference.
The collar had Geon-yul's phone number inscribed for if the lost bitch was found, but it wasn't big enough to spot from afar.
I asked a teacher we bumped into in the hallway by chance, and that's when I found out.
"Hm? How do we tell? Simple. You just instinctively know before even checking."
"Instinctively?"
"Once a bitch completes her contract and puts on the collar, she secretes a special pheromone. Normal humans don't have a great sense of smell for pheromones, but this special one lets everyone know that Chae-a has become someone's exclusive bitch."
"Ah... I see. Thanks for explaining."
What the hell kind of bullshit is this? Is it even scientific...?
I thought it sounded ridiculous, but then I remembered this whole world's values were warped from the ground up, so I just nodded silently.
"By the way, a bitch contract on the first day of class? Your master must really like you. Impressive. These days, it's rare to see such an eager bitch."
"Haha... thank you."
"Even if you hadn't contracted right away, other guys would've fought over you to be your master eventually. I can tell just looking—your udders and pussy-shield ass aren't ordinary."
"Pardon?"
The middle-aged male teacher grinned sleazily and patted my ass over my skirt. I instinctively glanced at Geon-yul. Sure enough, he was frowning slightly. Unlike those photo studio creeps who'd tried to rape me, this guy was a school teacher, and a little sexual harassment like patting a female student's ass was nothing in this world. It was awkward for Geon-yul to step in.
"What're you so surprised about? Heh heh, if you hadn't found a master by graduation, I was gonna take you myself."
"How much did you even see to say that...?"
"I knew from the entrance ceremony. You were struggling alone, then suddenly ran up to that male student here begging him to fuck you. Total natural-born bitch."
"W-Watch your mouth! 'Begging to be fucked' makes it sound weird... Well, the truth is weird too, but anyway! Isn't it wrong for a teacher to say that to a student like me? Even if it's the Bitch Class!"
The teacher tilted his head as if it were the most natural thing.
"Of course not. It's common sense for teachers or school staff to adopt Bitch Class students who don't find a master by graduation. I've taken five of my own disciples as bitches myself."
"...Ah, haha..."
This is insane. This world is insane.
A teacher, who should guide students on the right path, turning his disciples into bitches. Sucking his dick with the mouth that ate school lunch, occasionally dressing them in uniforms to reminisce about the old days while fucking...
That's the worst. Absolutely horrifying.
"Thanks for the info, sir. We'll be going now. We came early to unpack at the dorm."
"Ah, right. There's a bitch-accompanied dorm, yeah? Mostly upperclassmen from second year and up live there, so it might be intimidating for freshmen."
"Thanks for the concern, but we're short on time."
"Mm, mm. Go ahead. See you later."
I hurried after Geon-yul, who was striding ahead. See you later? For what class?
"Math, probably. That wasn't for you—it was for me."
"Math? I'm decent at math too. Why don't I get to learn it?"
"In a world where they don't even let girls watch videos with useful knowledge, you think they'd give proper education?"
"R-Right."
I'd been so shocked by the harassment and the teacher adopting disciples as bitches that I'd missed it, but there was some useful info in what he said.
"The bitch-accompanied dorm is mostly second-years and up, with almost no first-years... What does that mean?"
"Kim Ji-yeon said contracts usually don't happen in the first year—most wait at least that long. We're probably the only first-years."
"He said it might be intimidating, so I'm a bit scared."
"Scared of what? We're not rooming together; they're just neighbors. Even if they're seniors, what can they do?"
"...Yeah, I guess."
Was I overthinking it? This world and school always shattered my common sense one step further, so I was worried. But my worries proved unfounded—the dorm check-in was straightforward, and by the time we reached Room 201, where we'd be living together, my chest was swelling with emotion.
"Shall we go in? Card key, right?"
"Wait. Can I check it out first?"
"Huh? Sure, why not? Chae-a, you gotta pee or something?"
"Kinda like that."
"Hm..."
Geon-yul eyed me suspiciously for a second, but when I gave him a nonchalant shrug, he chuckled like he couldn't help it and placed the card key in my palm.
"Yes! Won't take long—hang on!"
I left Geon-yul at the door and scoped out the room alone. Being a bitch-accompanied dorm, it was definitely spacious. Most guys who kept bitches didn't stop at just one, so it was designed for at least three bitches and one guy. Or maybe for rolling around with multiple sucking and biting—the king-size bed suggested as much.
There was a small bed next to it, probably for punishing a bitch who screwed up and couldn't sleep with her master.
That'd be my bed from now on. Even if Geon-yul was considerate, his big frame wouldn't fit on that tiny thing—it was physically impossible.
The room was big, the interior nice—more like a hotel suite than a school dorm. The city view from the window was gorgeous too. There was a kitchen I might use sometime, and the bathroom had a shower...
"Why is it transparent?"
The bathroom was see-through. You could see everything from that king-size bed. Did bitches have to shower in front of their masters? Or watch their masters shower to warm up in advance? But still, fully transparent was overkill. What about using the toilet? No privacy at all?!
I stared in shock, searching frantically.
"Ah, here it is."
There was a separate remote for adjusting the bathroom's transparency. Of course. Even perverts wouldn't go that far. It was an Altered Common Sense World, but they wouldn't like filth.
...Right?
I used the remote to change the walls from fully transparent to a default dark gray. Now Geon-yul wouldn't even know it was transparent originally. No chance of him messing with me by making it clear while I showered or used the toilet.
'Alright, next up...'
I cleared all the condoms and lube from the table next to the remote. If we'd walked in together and seen them, the mood would've gotten awkward. That's why I'd insisted on going in first.
I scanned the room one last time. No weird stuff in sight anymore.
"Geon-yul! All good. Come on in... Hm?"
As I opened the door after finishing my prep to let Geon-yul relax, my eyes went wide.
"...W-Who are you?"
There was an unfamiliar guy next to Geon-yul. From Geon-yul's expression, he didn't know the guy either. The rough-looking man glanced between me and Geon-yul arrogantly, then jerked his chin.
"Me? Your third-year senior neighbor."
"Ah."
"I had something to say. But..."
Right then, I finally understood what the teacher meant earlier. Why seniors might be intimidating.
'This isn't "a bit" intimidating—it's a lot.'
The senior glared at me like he wanted to kill me and spat on the floor.
"Fuck, what kind of bitch looks me dead in the eye and talks without introducing herself first?"