Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: A Walk is Romance
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A walk is romance.
Two-thirty in the morning.
Fuck...
Man, this view is straight fire.
Right in the heart of Heyri in Paju, where multimillion-dollar homes stand like ghosts.
At this hour, the only things awake are stray cats prowling the walls and perverts like us.
Before my eyes were two perfect bitches, crouched prettily on all fours on the cold asphalt.
To the left, Han Yura.
The haughty black cat.
Her jet-black hair framed by cute little ears standing straight up like the pride of a bitch with a foul temper.
Grab those and pound her from behind...
No, no, not yet...
Even in the faint streetlight glow, her porcelain back gleamed crystal clear.
The urge to spray my load across that smooth expanse like modern art surged through me.
And that round, pretty ass.
The black tail plug buried deep in that valley.
Just imagining how that nasty thing would twitch with every thrust tonight made my lower belly tingle.
I savored Yura's form for a moment, then shifted my gaze.
To the right, Yoon Chaewon.
My obedient golden retriever.
Her flashy golden blonde matched the color of her drooping puppy ears, perfectly mirroring her current state.
Her far more voluptuous body clung flat to the ground.
Watching her back and ass jiggle with every breath made me want to bury my face in that plush flesh.
Behind that submissive pose, some noble self-justification like 'for my daughter' was probably propping her up.
That pathetic, arousing figure teetering between saint and whore drove me even crazier.
My heart shrank at the thought of someone spotting us, but my dick throbbed rock-hard.
This contradictory thrill was insanely hot.
In my hands, two leather leashes.
Who could guess that the 'reward' for a trader rolling hundreds of billions in Korea was this pathetic 'Animal Farm' game?
All my lust, anxiety, and future dangled from the ends of these leather straps.
I swallowed hard.
My throat felt parched.
I shook the leashes lightly, flaunting them.
Jingle, jingle—
The metallic clink spread lewdly through the quiet dawn air.
Their asses twitched and stiffened in unison.
Ah, fuck.
I can't hold back anymore.
I stifled a bursting laugh and deliberately lowered my voice.
"Alright, pretty girls. Time to get some night air. Follow your master."
I tugged the leashes triumphantly, but
my bold ambitions hit a snag right from the start.
All I felt was taut resistance at my fingertips; the two bitches at my feet wouldn't budge.
"What the hell? You made a promise, you fucking sluts."
Irritation exploded in my voice.
At that moment, Yura slowly rose.
Her snow-white body unfolding from the shadows stole my breath away.
Flawless skin that looked fluffy even in the dim light, without a trace of oil.
The urge to shove my nose into that flesh and inhale hit me hard.
Then Yura deliberately crossed her arms, hugging her tits tight.
Her pale breasts squished against her slender arms.
The round mounds swelled upward and downward, carving a deep, dizzying cleavage.
This shitty situation pissed me off, but blood still rushed to my groin at the sight.
My cock twitched involuntarily, and Yura narrowed her eyes, glaring daggers as she snapped.
"Ah, fuck you, you pervert freak. Naked walk? Fine. But on all fours? Are you insane? Our knees will fucking shatter."
Ah... Her words blanked my mind.
Asphalt. Naked. Knees.
Come to think of it, yeah...
I nodded like an idiot.
A man's dream takes more prep than I thought.
I cleared my throat and spoke in my most magnanimous master voice.
"Fine, okay. Special permission to walk on two legs tonight. But no human talk from now on. Yura, you meow. Chaewon, you woof. Got it?"
The second I finished, Yura shot me a look.
The gaze reserved for the world's biggest moron.
Pure contempt mixed with 'this guy's beyond hopeless' admiration.
The thought of that feisty bitch meowing already had me on the edge.
Then, quietly, Chaewon rose beside her.
Her soft, curvaceous body fully revealed under the moonlight, unlike Yura's sharp lines.
With no expression, she asked softly, purely curious.
"But, Cheolsu... we're one thing. Why are you naked?"
A blindside question I never saw coming.
My eyes dropped to my own body.
Just like them, stark naked, my wasted frame sagging except for my rock-hard dick swinging firm.
I stood there blankly for a second.
Yeah...
Why am I naked?
Reason? Well...
Random fact I learned, but...
This feels... surprisingly freeing as fuck?
Something like that.
Our bizarre stroll began like that.
I led them by half a step.
Dark shops and artist studios loomed like giant shadows on both sides of the street.
All the world's noise seemed swallowed by the darkness beyond.
Only the full moon shone down like a spotlight on our stage, illuminating the three of us.
Ah...
I let out a low sigh.
Ahead of me walked two utterly different worlds side by side.
Left: Han Yura.
Bathed head-on in moonlight, her body glowed an unreal white, inhuman perfection.
Slender shoulders, every vertebra stark on her lean back.
And below,
Not huge, but her perky, defiant ass swayed left and right with each step, taunting me.
What kind of picture would it make to spank that pale ass cherry red under this moonlight?
I imagined it and glanced aside.
Right: Yoon Chaewon.
If Yura was blank white canvas, Chaewon was vibrant oriental painting sprawled across it.
Moonlight slid over the irezumi covering her back, waist, and ass.
Black ink—dragon scales or carp fins?—writhed alive on her skin.
And that ass... fuck...
Seriously... so fucking...
Hot.
Monstrously huge and plump compared to Yura's, it jiggled heavily like massive jelly with every step.
The urge to bury my face between those meaty cheeks boiled up naturally.
One fine white porcelain vase.
The other,
A riotous folk painting stuffed with every desire.
Ah, fuck...
Glad I'm alive.
Is there any back view this perfect in the world?
And the man owning it all? Me.
I inhaled deeply, savoring the satisfaction swelling my groin.
Sweet night air filled my lungs.
Riding the high, I yanked Yura's leash with a wrist snap.
"Ack!"
With a short yelp, her white body yanked helplessly toward me.
She stumbled a few steps to steady herself, and
her mid-sized tits, shimmering faintly in the moonlight, quivered enticingly from the momentum.
That split-second jiggle tightened my core.
She lifted her head, those fierce eyes locking on mine.
Like a cat facing light in the dark, her black pupils narrowed vertically.
Pure contempt and crystal-clear 'you psycho' rage burned inside.
Ah, what a satisfying face.
I loved that unbroken defiance, curling my lips into a grin.
"Wanna kitty treat, my little meow-meow?"
"...What bullshit is this, all sudden?"
"Tsk, didn't I say no human talk?"
Someone once said it.
Pets need absolute discipline.
No matter how cute, punish boldly when needed.
Recalling that, with heart-wrenching sorrow (????), I mashed the remote button on Yura's leash handle.
A special tail from a custom shop, bought at huge cost on a teacher's recommendation I stumbled upon.
Bzzzzt—
The crude, vulgar mechanical hum shattered the dawn silence.
With the sound, Yura's white body trembled like a strung violin.
Vibrations from deep in her unseen ass raced up her spine like lightning through her whole body.
Her lean back arched bow-taut, her straight legs twitched faintly, knees buckling slightly.
Under the moonlight, goosebumps like rice grains prickled vividly on her pale arms.
Best part: Yura's face.
Her bitten lower lip paled white, tightly shut eyes quivering as eyeballs danced beneath.
"Hngh...!"
A hot moan she couldn't hold back.
I watched the scene, deeply satisfied.
One gesture from me, and this arrogant pussy cat's entire body was mine to command.
"Ngh... fuck... you psycho...! Where the hell did you even get this... shit...?"
Tsk... still talking?
With profound sorrow (????), I cranked the intensity to medium.
Vibes ramped up, and her fierce lower lip mashed against white teeth.
"Hrrgh...! Fuc... kin... bast... ard..."
Aah, Yura.
No, Kitty...
Why do you hurt your master like this (????)?
Tears welling (in my heart only), I upped it to high.
The moment max vibes pierced her body.
Her defiant eyes lost total focus.
Like overdosing on light, black pupils blurred, edges dissolving.
Tears beaded at her eyes.
Not from anger or sadness—just physiological surrender as her body betrayed her.
Legs fully gave out; knees buckled, body swaying wildly.
The taut leash barely kept her from face-planting on asphalt.
Pale cheeks and ears flushed peach-pink, breaths ragged.
All resistance melted.
And finally.
"M-meow...! Meow...!"
Aah, Teacher...
You...
I thought of my mentor, smirking as I hit the remote button.
"Alright, Kitty... time for your treat~"
"...Me...? Ow?"
My housecat, spirit fully broken by discipline.
Cheeks still flushed, breaths unsteady, she looked up at me.
No more vertical slits—just round black voids staring blankly, asking 'now what?'
Resistance and rage stripped away, empty gaze.
I met those softened eyes straight on, smiling contentedly.
Then slowly dropped my gaze lower.
Her round eyes followed cautiously.
There, bathed in moonlight, my cock gleamed blue and rigid.
A monstrous thing tensed, head high, ready to unleash.
I nodded at it.
"Treats are for sucking. You know that, right?"
"Me... ow......"
Kitty gave up all fight.
We stood before a shuttered bungeoppang shop.
Under a cute sign boasting 'Even Angels Love This Taste.'
In air still faintly sweet with red bean scent.
Yura—no, Kitty—squatted gracefully there like a shrine maiden in an ancient rite.
Snow-white ass curling round under moonlight, knees on cold asphalt.
Those empty pupils fixed not on my face, but my crotch.
Aah.
Finally.
My feisty black cat was perfectly tamed.
Treats served in front of a bungeoppang shop...
What a viciously perfect combo.
I gazed silently at her round crown.
Her hot breath ghosting my cock just before contact.
I fucking loved that moment's tension.