Mom's Call Seals the Owner Deal
I jumped in surprise the moment my phone vibrated. And who could blame me? Back in the original world, I always had my phone glued to my hand, but ever since coming here, I barely even looked at it. Life there was so boring that I'd just stare at my screen all day, but in this world, reality was way too dynamic to even think about scrolling.
The only number I'd exchanged was with that blonde gal, Geum Ye-rin, after the entrance ceremony. That was it.
"You swapped numbers with that girl from school earlier, right?"
"Whoa, what? You got a girl's number on the first day?"
"Haha, funny. She's just a friend, a friend. She thinks I'm a girl, obviously. We just hit it off somehow... Huh? Not Ye-rin."
The name on the screen was simple: 'Mom'. Just those two letters sent chills racing up my arms. In the original world, sure, but here? Mom was the monster who'd told me this morning to help my little brother with his morning wood or eat semen-mixed rice.
"W-what do I do?"
"What do you mean? Anyway, didn't I tell you to call your parents ahead of time? You were all like, 'Don't give me orders, I can handle it myself,' and then you forgot?"
"Ugh, uuuuh... I had other things on my mind..."
On the way home, my head had been full of grilling Kang Geon-yul about why he'd gotten hard looking at me. Damn it, what now? Just pick up and stick to the story from earlier?
"No choice now. I'm answering. You stay quiet. Don't even breathe."
"Yessir, yessir. I won't make a peep."
I swept up my annoying side bangs that kept falling down and answered the call. The second I held the phone to my ear, a voice—familiar yet strangely off—started yelling.
"Chae-a, what are you doing still not home?! The entrance ceremony should've ended ages ago. You didn't even help your little brother this morning, and you're acting all weird today? I know you're worried about you, right? Or not?!"
I hadn't noticed in the morning panic, but listening closely now, Mom's voice trembled faintly. It got worse every time she sensed something off about me. She must be suspecting I'm some social misfit. Even in this male-supremacist world, I was still her precious daughter to this world's mom. She wouldn't want to lose me. Deep down, this world's me was another version of myself, so I got it. Other families had to report "abnormal" ones too, and their hearts wouldn't be light. If incineration really meant execution like Geon-yul said, reporting was basically shoving your family into the abyss.
I forced a cheerful tone, pitching my voice high.
"Ahahaha... Sorry about that! Morning was total chaos. Ceremony's over! I'm at a friend's house I made there, just hanging out. Probably crashing here tonight?"
"Really? Sigh, well, one night... Just don't be a burden. Their family okay with it...?"
"Nah, it's fine. She lives alone. Sorry for not calling ahead—got caught up with friends."
Surprisingly normal conversation. Even in this altered common sense world, they didn't outright ban sleepovers at friends'? Or maybe she wasn't that overprotective.
"Anyway..."
"Hold up, can I talk to your friend? Just wanna hear her voice."
"Uh... yeah?"
I blinked rapidly. Mom, what? My eyes met Geon-yul's—he was pretending to check his computer but perking up his ears to eavesdrop.
...Should I hand it over or not? I mouthed it at him. He was sweating bullets too, face screaming he had no clue. No wonder— even in the original world, a girl going to some guy's place on day one of school wouldn't look good. What about here? As a Bitch Class student, maybe I was just seen as a stray dog trailing any guy.
"Uh... she's in the bathroom right now."
"Oh? Then wait a bit."
"D-do we have to? Might make her uncomfortable."
"What's wrong with chatting with her mom... Oh."
Mom paused, then continued.
"Chae-a, you're hiding something, aren't you?"
I flinched hard. I'd acted flawlessly in front of everyone earlier, even with the tail plug, but why couldn't I lie to Mom's voice? I glanced at Geon-yul in his chair. He nodded and reached out, like he wanted the phone. As a week-ahead senior here, he probably knew taking the call was the answer.
"O-okay. Here, switching. Don't say anything weird."
I pulled the phone from my ear and handed it over. He'd seemed tense facing me, but the second he took it, his face flipped to pure confidence. Watching him calmed my own nerves too.
"Got the phone. Chae-a's mom, right?"
"Uh... huh? A guy's voice?"
"Yes, Kang Geon-yul speaking."
"S-sorry, how should I address you...?"
"Just call me whatever's comfy. She's a girl, but still an adult. And I'm in a good mood today—everything's fine."
Mom went full submissive the instant she heard his manly voice over the line, unlike with me. It irked me, but that was the world.
"R-right. Geon-yul. Is our Chae-a at your place? She said friend's house, so is that... you?"
"Yep, me. Though 'friend' is a bit vague."
"Then...?"
The second Mom asked, Geon-yul bowed his head at me. What the—? Then his words hit, and I realized it was a preemptive apology.
"Chae-a and I aren't exactly friends—we're more like bitch and owner. She was whining she couldn't insert her tail anal plug properly, so I helped out. Liked her face and how her pussy clenched, so I made her my bitch."
"On the first day, she got an owner...? Did I hear that right?"
"Yeah. She was wagging her ass and panting like crazy, loved it. I'll swing by later once she's properly trained."
"Oh my god, what a day. Even at that school, I've never heard of a bitch snagging an owner on day one. Guess my girl's a bitch genius...!"
"Haha, she is kinda cute."
I listened, quietly shifting onto the bed. No idea why, but his made-up story made my crotch tingle—I could barely stand. Like at the ceremony, my nipples hardened; I covered them with a pillow.
My body's acting weird...
I never wagged or panted happily. Not a bitch genius. What happened to my image, full of his lies? Well, Mom loved it—her voice was thrilled.
"So she'll live there now? Sudden, but great! Send whatever you need. You're a student, so we can cover living expenses too."
"Yeah, we'll probably move to the dorm soon. We can talk details later."
"Of course! Oh, heads up: Chae-a hates semen despite being a bitch—no need for three squares of it. Backdoor's undeveloped too..."
After that, Mom spilled all my embarrassing upbringing details, laced with lewd terms. Figured he needed the info since he'd be raising me now. But noticing him glancing at me, he cut her off.
"Appreciate it, but that's enough. Raising a daughter ain't the same as a pet."
"Ah... r-right! I'm so dumb!"
"Nah, happens. You're a woman."
"Hehe..."
...Kinda insulting. I glared; he finally looked sheepish and handed back the phone.
"Girl! How'd you snag an owner on day one? I was worried you'd be stuck with me forever—perfect!"
"...Yeah. It happened."
"Be cute, obey him! Spread your pussy whenever he wants! Keep that body tight!"
"Got it! Hanging up! Owner's calling! Talk later!"
"Don't yell in front of your owner..."
Click, click, click—hung up. Silence blanketed the room. Couldn't meet Geon-yul's eyes, so I scanned around; spotted the tail plug in the corner and gripped the pillow harder without thinking.
"Huh... went smoothly."
"Yeah."
"Dorm next week, Civil Affairs Office for the owner-bitch contract before that. Just need docs and photos ready. Tomorrow's Saturday—perfect for shopping, then Monday for the office."
"Sure."
"I'll handle papers. We'll photo together. Oh, and you need new clothes."
"Clothes?"
I played along with his attempt to steer back to normal topics.
"Won't they ship my stuff to the dorm? Gotta wear uniform at school anyway."
"Mm, but your closet might not match your tastes now. And most important... underwear."
"Ah."
Like in those comics. Bitches had special panties—with holes for tail plugs. Couldn't go no-panties under a short skirt forever.
"Got it. Prep for tomorrow... Where do I sleep? Hate going home."
"Huh? Just crash here."
"How, in this tiny space?"
It wasn't that small—room for two. Just today's chaos made sharing with Geon-yul iffy. Pointing it out felt like overthinking our genders, so I shut up.
"Still, better here. Girl alone booking a place? Tough in this world."
"...Yeah? Hotels pricey, solo motel maybe."
"No. Absolutely not. Insane."
His face hardened as he warned me.
"Motels don't take solo girls much, and if they do, it's risky. Seen as gangbang hopefuls. Better if I—"
"You want me guilt-tripped to death? Sigh, fine. I'll take the floor."
With tasks sorted, I relaxed. Now what? Long till bedtime.
"Mind if I game on your PC?"
"Go for it. Ice cream in the fridge?"
"Cone."
"Here."
After, I ate ice cream and played games I'd loved back home. Games were similar here and there.
Just the specifics changed; the retarded chat was the same.