Dormitory Common Sense (3): Why the Sudden Acceleration?
……Why the sudden acceleration?
That thought flashed through my mind, but then the memory of my first meeting with Geon-yul overlapped with the present, and I realized exactly what I'd done wrong. A chill ran down my spine.
Oh, right.
Why the hell had I forgotten something like that? When meeting a guy for the first time, you have to lift your skirt, show your panties, and introduce yourself!
After falling into this world, the first person I knew was Geon-yul, and I'd run up to him all excited without doing the proper greeting—still fresh in my mind was how he'd punched me hard in the chest for it. And yet, I'd completely blanked on the etiquette of introductions.
I let my guard down.
The bitch contract had made my mental state sloppy. Since I was wearing my dog collar, I figured no other guys could touch me, so I'd relaxed a bit. But even if you're a bitch with an owner, you still have to follow basic etiquette.
"Can't touch" just means they can't straight-up rape you or demand service on the spot. If the guy scolds you in a perfectly common-sense way—by this world's common sense, of course—you can't even argue back.
"S-Sorry! I'm Yoo Chae-a, a new freshman who just enrolled! I'm owned by Kang Geon-yul, who's standing next to me as my owner!"
I sized up the situation fast. My response was even faster. I immediately hiked up my school uniform skirt, flashed my plain white panties, and bent my knees a little.
Exposing my pussy-outlined panties to some total stranger was horrifyingly humiliating.
"What a boring bitch. That's why I'm telling you to know your place. You think you're hot shit just 'cause you're a first-year who found an owner? Even if you're top-tier, you're just top-tier among bitches. How dare you act all high and mighty with a guy?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know my place. I'm truly sorry for being such a dumb bitch, Senior."
"Who said I'm your senior? You think everyone's your senior just 'cause we're at the same school? Huh?"
"Eek!"
The asshole senior, still pissed off, lifted his shod foot and pressed it firmly against my pussy. Sure, there was the panty barrier, but it didn't make the sensation of my precious parts being tormented by his filthy foot any less disgusting.
"Ngh……!"
I bit down hard on my lower lip with my upper teeth to stifle my groan. I didn't want Geon-yul seeing me get turned on from having my pussy teased right in front of him. Not that it made any sense to get off from this jerk's rough foot in the first place.
"……Senior, that's enough."
Finally unable to hold back, Geon-yul reached out and grabbed the thug senior's ankle tight. That ankle, which had looked thick to me, suddenly seemed skeletal and frail in Geon-yul's grip. His hands were just that thick and massive.
"Huh? What the—?"
The thug senior started to snap in anger, but the instant he locked eyes with Geon-yul, he averted his gaze for a split second. Of course, he quickly stared back defiantly, but in that fleeting moment, I could tell what he was feeling.
"Y-Yeah, you messed up too, punk. Kang Geon-yul, right? Why'd you bring a retard bitch like this? A braindead bitch who can't even greet properly."
"Isn't low intelligence kinda cute in its own way? Show her your dick or fuck her, and she'll get even dumber."
"Hmph…… You get it. Fair enough."
Why the hell was he compromising there, slipping out of Geon-yul's grip and lowering his foot? I could kinda read the thug senior's mind, though. He'd come charging in pissed because of me, but Geon-yul's intimidating presence made him shrink back. Still, as a "senior," his pride wouldn't let him back down immediately, so he puffed up once more. Geon-yul played along, letting him save face and wrap it up naturally.
Anyway, now it was my turn to play along.
"Hehe, sorry for being such a dumb bitch……."
I flashed a stupid grin and acted all cutesy, and only then did the thug senior's expression finally soften.
"When you apologize like that, even I have to be a generous senior and forgive you. If you'd run into any other guys instead of me, you'd be totally fucked. Be grateful."
"Thank you."
"Oh, and while her stupidity is a turn-on, train her etiquette properly."
"Yeah, gotta do that. Can't have her bothering other people."
"Hey, fucking bitch. You ignoring your senior when he talks to you?"
What the hell, you asshole? You said you weren't my senior earlier.
"Got it, Senior! I'll, uh, y-yes? I'll be a proper bitch!"
"Not 'yes,' etiquette. What a thick-headed bitch."
"Hehe."
My thoughts were one thing, but my words were another. Gotta survive somehow, right? Groveling and playing dumb worked like a charm—he ate it up and kept scolding me, which was kinda impressive.
"Um, Senior, what brings you to our room……?"
"We doing this standing in the hallway?"
"Oh, right. Please, come in."
No need for me to worry—Geon-yul quickly ushered in the ticking time bomb of a thug senior. The guy glanced around, muttering about how it wasn't much different from his room, how two people using a space like this would leave it empty, and only after a while did he finally cross his legs on a chair and get to the point.
"You know this dorm is exclusively for owners with bitches in tow, right?"
"Yes. That's why there are hardly any first-years—mostly upperclassmen seniors from second year and up."
"You know your stuff. Quick on the uptake. So, when a newbie moves into a place full of seniors, what do you do?"
"……?"
Geon-yul and I exchanged glances without a word, and the thug senior chuckled like he'd expected that.
Then he suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.
"You show your manners. Manners."
"Manners……?"
My mind raced with possibilities. What kind of manners?
"I'll be waiting. Oh, by the way, I'm next door. Do what you can without straining yourselves, but you gotta cover the house across, next door, and diagonal, right? Anyway, I'm out."
"A-Ah…… Goodbye."
The guy who blew in like the wind vanished just as fast. An awkward silence wrapped around our dorm room, like the land after a storm.
"Manners, huh? Any idea what he meant, Chae-a?"
I hesitated before answering.
"Not totally clueless……."
"What is it? I got nothing. Not even in the manga. It was based on this world, but not every detail was covered. And web searches aren't turning up squat."
"Mm, this is just a guess, so don't take it too seriously."
What could it be? The thug senior hadn't spelled it out straight, so it probably wasn't anything aboveboard. And that line about "do what you can without burdening yourselves" was loaded. Circulate what exactly? It reeked of something shady.
School rules ban it outright, but students sneaking something on the side happens everywhere, not just here or in this world. Even before possession, I'd seen news about rich foreign students partying with booze, girls, and even drugs daily.
No reason this school would be different. Mix in the bitch concept and this world's common sense…….
"Mm, well, uh…… me, maybe?"
"What?"
"Y'know in porn, they do that thing where you offer your wife to superiors as a sign of respect, and old guys pass her around then promote the husband…… A-Ah! Not saying I'm your wife or anything! Just feels like that vibe!"
"If that's it, fuck 'em."
"Huh?"
Geon-yul said it again, resolute.
"If it's what you think, ignore the manners bullshit. School rules and laws both say threatening to steal someone else's bitch is property rights violation. They'd all go to jail."
"For real?"
"Obviously. Extorting a freshman using senior authority? Big trouble if we report it."
"Am I your property?! Anyway, glad that's the case."
I hated the idea of throwing myself at that thug asshole, so I fully backed Geon-yul. One issue: no clue if my guess was right.
But no easy way to check.
"Should we go ask that senior to explain properly?"
"Mm…… I got a way."
"What?"
I opened my phone for the first time in ages and checked contacts. Empty except family, Geon-yul, and the blonde gal bitch I'd befriended at orientation, Geum Ye-rin.
"Can't figure it from original knowledge or web searches? Just ask a local directly."
"That Geum Ye-rin girl?"
"Yeah. She's probably heading to school, so she'll pick up."
I called without hesitation. We'd swapped numbers and texted a bit, but first real call.
Ring…… ring……
After a few plain tones, Geum Ye-rin picked up.
"Helllooo~"
"Uh, h-hey! Ye-rin! First call since orientation! Sorry it's so late!"
"Nah, no need to apologize. You got a reason for calling, right?"
"Hehe…… yeah. Got a question."
"Shoot."
I explained briefly. When I mentioned finding an owner and moving into the bitch-accompanied dorm, she squealed so loud it took a bit to calm her down. Anyway, we settled in, were about to head to class, when a thug senior shows up demanding we "circulate" something as manners—what the hell could it be? Please tell me.
"Heh, damn, girl. You're impressive. Met him that day, begged for a tail plug, and by the weekend, you had him wrapped??"
"Ahaha, it just kinda……."
"Makes me so curious. You're pretty, sure, but you must have some skills…… Tight pussy? Or a killer blowjob? Not pregnant, right?"
"Th-That's not the point! Answer the question!"
With speakerphone on so Geon-yul could hear, her embarrassing words echoed through the dorm room. Each time, Geon-yul cleared his throat with a flushed face, and I fidgeted, glancing at him.
"Mm, bitch-accompanied dorm manners. I know it. As a fellow Bitch Class girl, might move in someday, so I asked some seniors."
"Oh, already buddy-buddy with seniors."
"Not like you, snagging an owner in a day. Seniors are picky. Sucked 'em hard, but they said train a year more. Gonna try again later."
"……Riiight……."
"Anyway, from what I heard: manners is no biggie. Just circulate some rice cakes."
"Rice cakes?"
Something I never imagined popped out. Sure, sharing rice cakes with neighbors when moving in is traditional, but kinda old-school. And in this world, not some sexy custom—just plain food? Hard to buy.
"Yup. Culture's fading, but those seniors are old-fart central. Boomer vibes heavy. Forcing it is lame, though."
"Wait, so just rice cakes? Any kind fine?"
"Told ya. Why not believe me? But manners for delivering matters. Lots don't know proper way anymore."
As expected—there's more. This perverted world wouldn't make it that easy.
"What manners? First time hearing this."
"Eh? Simple. Pussy rice cakes. Pussy rice cakes."
"Pussy rice cakes? Sounds……."
"Exactly what you're thinking. Stuff rice cakes in your pussy, soak 'em in juices, warm 'em up, hand to neighbors."
"……."
"Hello? Line drop?"
I didn't respond, but Geum Ye-rin kept rattling on about pussy rice cake delivery manners for new moves.
"Key point: deliver with husband…… er, your owner. Place pussy on owner's hand, expel cake, owner hands it over."
"……Stop."
"Usually garaetteok or honey rice cakes. You're baby bitch, so honey. Garaetteok's hard to stuff."
"Please, stop……."
"Oh, if neighbor wants special delivery style, go along? It's about bonding, so cater to 'em……."
Beep— beep— beep—
I couldn't take it anymore and hung up.