Common Sense of Walks (1)
Surprisingly, I adapted to the breast milk function pretty quickly. Situations where it sprayed out like a water cannon on the first day were extremely rare. Once Geon-yul adjusted the secretion amount to some extent, all I had to do was express a little every morning.
"Mmm, the coffee's delicious today too."
"...You like it?"
"Honestly, you think it's tasty too, don't you?"
No matter what, it wasn't enough to fill a cereal bowl, so every morning, it just supplied the milk for the coffee that Geon-yul and I drank. It was plenty humiliating on its own, but at least Geon-yul didn't stare while I was squeezing it out myself.
"Need help?"
"I don't."
We'd bicker like that as morning passed, and school classes began. But today was different. It wasn't your standard class ending in "학"—it was something a bit more unusual.
"Today's the big 'Walks' time, right?"
"Yeah, but since you and I are already paired, no need to worry."
"True. If we hadn't signed the owner-pet contract beforehand, I'd have been in real trouble in this class."
The subject "Walks." When I first saw it, I wondered what the hell kind of class that was. PE already existed as a separate arts and athletics course, so there was no reason to make walks its own thing. I suspected it had some other purpose. And last week, even while suffering from the masturbation ban and semen addiction, I'd attended class and learned the basics during a short orientation about how Walks worked.
It's like a group blind date, I guess.
The ultimate purpose of the Bitch Class was simple: pair every Bitch Class student with an excellent owner. Put crudely... it's the school handing out its entire stock of bitches.
Of course, classes could change based on grades by the end of the semester, but the school's top priority was ensuring even the lowest trash bitches found an owner before graduation.
In that sense, I might be the perfect Bitch Class success story the school dreamed of.
I gave up on climbing to Woman Class or Female Bitch Class right away and found an owner instead.
Unlike me, most classmates hadn't found owners yet. They probably had their reasons—some vowing to rise to Female Bitch or Woman Class someday and refusing to serve an owner, others desperate for one but lacking the chance. The former was fine, but this Walks class was made for the latter.
It gathers as many male students interested in owning a bitch as possible, lets them browse the bitch student roster, pick ones they like, and go on dates with them.
Dates in name only—it's really outdoor exposure play.
When I first heard the explanation, I was secretly thrilled. Walks was only for bitches without owners and boys looking to claim one, so I thought I, already contracted with Geon-yul, could skip it.
—Chae-a, what are you talking about? Of course you're going too.
But the school wouldn't buy my argument. Bitches without owners could sit it out, but those with owners had to participate—as a model example.
Right, I'm the acknowledged bitch genius now.
Regretting all the aggro I'd pulled, Geon-yul casually suggested, "Shall we head out soon?"
"If we're going, let's make it evening. It's too bright now. Everyone will stare."
I peeked outside by lifting the curtain and shook my head. The walk venue wasn't some distant unknown spot—it was the on-campus park where school folks often passed through.
I figured a school park couldn't be that big, but it actually was pretty spacious. Wandering around in broad daylight would definitely draw stares from passersby.
It wasn't overactive self-consciousness. I just knew the strict dress code for walks made school uniforms seem modest by comparison.
Day or night doesn't make a huge difference, but night would be better, at least.
Gulp.
Foreseeing my humiliating evening walk, I swallowed hard.
"Ready?"
"Y-yeah..."
It was a weekday, but with nothing but Walks on the schedule, it felt like a holiday. Lounging around lazily, evening arrived before I knew it. The sun was dipping below the horizon, twilight settling in, the world growing dim.
"Grab the shopping bag."
We'd change clothes once at the park. There was a dress code during the walk, but no need to follow it en route.
Not many come out this late, usually.
The air felt tense with anticipation. I wore comfy sweats over my usual underwear and headed out. We walked to the park in silence.
...Everyone's probably watching.
Even if Walks was matchmaking for bitches, it was still class. Teachers monitored via cameras placed around the park. To avoid suspicion, we had to act the part, same as always.
Plus, other students will be around.
I didn't know how many couples were out, but most preferred evening over morning or day, so we'd likely overlap. And the park wasn't just for Walks students anyway...
"This humiliation play is insane," I muttered.
Pfft, he chuckled. "What, acting surprised now? I'll stick to quieter spots as much as possible. Fewer people."
"Yeah, please."
"Two hours, right?"
"Should be."
I whispered so only Geon-yul could hear, just before entering the park proper. I'd had sex and fellatio in front of crowds before, but always indoors. This was my first time doing something so shameful publicly outdoors.
Even clothing stores or instant photo booths are kinda indoor...
It felt like the difficulty kept ramping up. Couldn't they throw in easy mode sometimes?
"Haa."
Finally, I stepped into the park, leaving the path for the grassy area.
"Change and come out!"
"Yeah."
Change? More like strip naked. The Walks dress code was simple: keep only the headband and butt tail plug, ditch everything else. Underwear was optional, but wearing it meant a penalty.
Damn, what do I do?
Wear underwear and take the risk, or go fully nude, exposing nipples and pussy, risk-free...
The dilemma didn't last long.
I can handle Geon-yul seeing, but parading around with pussy and asshole fully exposed? No way.
I stuffed my T-shirt and sweatpants into the shopping bag, checked the tail and headband, and emerged from the grass.
"Whoa..."
"H-huh."
He'd seen my body plenty, yet he whistled appreciatively again. His gaze embarrassed me, stirring a weird feeling, and I instinctively covered my cleavage.
"Wearing underwear?"
I nodded.
"Then let's go? Wait, lemme hook up the leash."
Nod.
"Say something. You go mute all of a sudden?"
"..."
Face burning red, body twitching, I barely parted my trembling lips.
"N-not like I have anything to say... meng."
"What?"
"Nothing to say... meng meng."
Pfft!
As expected, Geon-yul was teasing me. No issue without underwear, but choosing to wear it meant tacking dog speech onto every sentence for the walk—like "meng" or "woof." Just adding onomatopoeia. Nothing too weird.
But somehow, slapping it onto my bitch identity made me feel less human than ever, utterly mortifying.
At least I'm not a cat. Thank god.
Personal taste, but "meng" beat "nyang" any day. If I'd drawn cat like Ye-rin at orientation, I'd be meowing now.
"Alright, leash connected. Feels sturdy?"
"..."
"Test it. Not too tight?"
"S-seems fine... meng."
During walks, a chain leash attached to the dog collar was mandatory. Owner Geon-yul could lead from front, me following; or he'd hold from behind as I led. Naturally, rough handling often choked bitches, which sadistic boys exploited even without intent to own—joining Walks steadily for that reaction.
Jerks. Karma's a bitch.
Lucky for me, I had Geon-yul, but I worried for Ye-rin and others.
Wait, not the time to worry about them.
"Someone's coming."
"H-heek?!"
"Well, look, walking a bitch."
Even at evening, the park bustled. No fellow Walks students yet, but we kept bumping into school folks out for post-dinner strolls.
"So many curious people... meng."
"School's not just students."
I was clearly owned, untouchable, but passing uncles always cooed cutely and gave treats.
"Here, eat this."
"Th-thank you, meng!"
Ion drinks for thirst, half a shared popsicle. They treated me like stumbling on a cute stray dog IRL.
"Whew, my house bitch hates walks, but you've got a pretty one, young man. Take this."
"I'll eat it yummy, meng! Hehe..."
"Aigoo, so cute. Follows humans well?"
"Ah, haha..."
Feeling inhuman was weird, but I took everything offered. Everyone petted my head wildly, calling me cute and pretty, leaving me a bit fluttery.
This is... kinda okay?
Treated like a dog instead of human, but kindly, tension eased gradually.
"C'mon, doggy, paw!"
"Meng!"
"Ooooh!"
"Down!"
"Meng meng!"
"Ooooh!"
Some demanded tricks sans treats, but nothing overly sexual, so no big deal.
The problem was kids.
"Pfft, what a bitch."
"Tits bouncing, no shame!"
"Meng..."
"Hey, squat, gonna kick that pussy!"
"Eek, meeeeng..."
Middle school boys, at peak rowdiness, swarmed teasing and mocking despite Geon-yul right there.
Without his reaction, I had to obey any boy with a dick—middler or elementary.
As I reluctantly placed hands behind head, exposing smooth armpits to squat—
"Scram while I'm nice, you brats."
Geon-yul's words crushed their momentum. Even well-developed middlers couldn't match his build. Plus his intimidating aura—brave of them to even approach me.
Oh? He steps in when it counts?
I felt oddly secure, gazing up at him. His back looked reliable somehow.
"What're you doing? Gonna stay like that?"
"N-no! Gotta stand, hehe. Meng meng."
I powered up from squat, engaging my lower core.
"Hyut!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing! Meng..."
I laughed it off, but my face went blank. Geon-yul looked worried, but I couldn't tell the truth.
Oh shit.
I had to pee.