Feeding Time
Only when Minkyung's face had gone paper-white did Jihoon's car glide down into the underground garage of the luxury apartment.
Jihoon hurried out and opened the rear door. The man stepped down first. Minkyung, her clothes in ruins, clung to his hand as if it were a lifeline and barely managed to set her feet on the concrete. Her legs shook like a newborn foal's.
"Thank you for coming all this way."
Jihoon led them on. Half a step behind, the man walked with an arm locked hard around Minkyung's waist, the two of them moving side by side.
At the common entrance Jihoon opened the door with his security key. Beyond it the lobby glittered with marble, and a gold elevator door stood waiting to receive them.
A soft chime, and the doors slid open. The three of them stepped into a narrow box walled entirely in mirrors.
"This is the first time I've ever invited anyone over, so I'm terribly nervous."
Jihoon pressed the floor button and chattered to cover himself. In the glass his face was bright with excitement and tight with nerves at once. The man found his eyes in the mirror and answered.
"Even hearing you say so, I'm truly looking forward to it. I wonder what new world is about to open."
It was not courtesy.
His left hand had already slipped inside Minkyung's undone blouse and was kneading the swell of her breast the way one works bread dough. His right was bolder still. From the moment they had left the car his fingers had pushed deep beneath her skirt, stirring the secret spring already soaked through, the wet sound of it filling the little mirrored room.
"Hnn... mmph...!"
Minkyung ducked her head, terrified of meeting her husband's eyes in the glass. She bit her lip and swallowed the cry, but her body answered the other way. Every time the man's fingers moved, her waist twitched and offered him somewhere deeper.
Jihoon watched the whole thing in the mirror and only smiled, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for his wife to give herself over to a stranger's hands.
Once they were inside the apartment, Minkyung gathered her unsteady body, tied on an apron with what composure she had left, and made for the kitchen. Jihoon took a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, popped it, and showed the man to the table. When they sat, he filled the man's glass to the brim and leaned in.
"Thank you for accepting the invitation. We haven't been here long, and I don't know anyone. It's been lonely."
He had brought the man all the way from the wedding hall, and yet he seemed to have forgotten that fact entirely. At the wistful complaint the man smiled.
"Oh, please. Neighbors ought to look after one another."
Just then Minkyung set a dish down between them. The man bowed his head in thanks and, in the same motion, ran his hand from her thigh up over the curve of her ass. She only smiled, shot him a little glare, and turned back toward the kitchen. He watched her go for a moment, then touched his champagne glass lightly to Jihoon's.
"So where did you move from? Living alone in an apartment this big must get lonely."
He smiled at Jihoon as he said it. For an instant Jihoon's face went blank. Then he seemed to come back to himself and gave his head a shake.
"Sorry? Ah. Right. I don't really feel lonely yet. Hmm. I have the feeling someone used to live here with me, though."
He said it and drained his glass. The words of a man who had cleanly lost the knowledge that he had been married barely a hundred days. And contrary to the words themselves, a flicker of loneliness passed through his eyes. The man did not miss it.
"Which brings me to a favor. I was hoping you might look after a pet for me."
"A pet?"
Jihoon, his glass empty, looked at him and asked it back. The man smiled gently, held his eyes, and answered.
"As you know, this building only allows one pet, doesn't it? I already have one at home, so I've nowhere to leave her. I need a place that can take her..."
He let the sentence trail. Jihoon answered with easy generosity. The drink had risen in him; his face was flushed a deep red.
"What's the point of good neighbors if not this? I'll take her, gladly. I was getting a little lonely myself."
He picked up a piece of the food Minkyung had brought out and ate it, then offered some to the man.
"Try a bite? It's my cooking, but it came out pretty well, if I say so myself."
The man nodded slowly and cut a glance toward the kitchen, where Minkyung was still working. Beneath the hair she had pinned up so neatly, the white nape of her neck gleamed with sweat, fine down catching the light. The apron strings cinched a narrow waist. His eyes took on a shine. Then he beckoned her, slow and unhurried.
She stared at the two of them with a vacant look and crawled to the table on all fours. Her husband watched, then tilted his head as if at something curious.
"That's a very familiar animal. But dressing a pet—you must dote on her."
At that the man smiled.
"Ah, forgive me. I'll have her undressed at once."
"Oh, there's no need to apologize. But when did you bring the pet into our home? Strange. I didn't notice."
The man beckoned Minkyung again, and she hurried to his side. He reached out and began undoing the buttons of her blouse himself, one by one. White skin showed with every button. Bra and panties came off just as quickly. She offered no resistance. If anything she twisted a little, helping him strip her more easily. When the panties came away last, the pink folds already glistening wet caught the light. Skin white as white jade, and beneath it the soft pink flesh, shaved perfectly smooth, lay bare under the fluorescent lamps. Just like that she came to his side and rolled onto her back, belly up. Between her spread legs the red petals opened toward the ceiling, as pretty as her face. The grooming was flawless, and the smooth, hairless skin shone without a single blemish.
"You've trained her well."
Jihoon said it and poured himself another glass. His eyes would not leave her cleanly shaved pussy.
"Thank you for the compliment."
The man reached beneath the table and scratched lightly at her belly. Minkyung whimpered, whether from the tickle or the pleasure. His hand drifted lower and stroked the petals, and a clear thread of fluid drew out long from her and spilled. Her husband clapped in admiration. His own wife lay naked beside another man with her belly bared, and all he could see in it was the trick of a well-trained pet.
"You really have trained her. Not a hair on her. Smooth as anything."
"I put some work into the grooming. Come here, Minkyung."
"She really is pretty. Her name is Minkyung? It sounds awfully familiar..."
The man pinched her nipple, just a little. She shuddered, and her legs eased apart. A clear strand stretched thin and dropped to the floor.
"Up here."
He tapped the table. Minkyung climbed onto it without protest and went down on all fours, ass lifted high, face lowered until it nearly touched the cloth. Between her thighs the petals were soaked through and shining, parting and closing a little with every breath. The man drew down his zipper. His cock, hard as it could get, sprang free—thick, veined, heavy. The moment it touched her pussy she pushed her hips back of her own accord. It had only brushed her, and still a rough breath escaped her mouth.
"Haa..."
He began to push in, slowly. Very slowly. Her insides were hot and wet and drew him in. The tight walls wrapped his cock layer by layer. When he was buried to the root she yelped, sharp as a kicked dog—yipe!—and her whole body shook as she grabbed at the table.
Each time he moved after that, clear slick spilled from her and soaked the cloth. Jihoon watched and tipped his glass.
"She takes it so well. Makes me want to raise one myself."
The man rolled his hips and glanced over at him. Jihoon looked suddenly shy, almost embarrassed.
"Well, you know how it is. A man living alone is... a bit like that, isn't he?"
As if to make sure Jihoon saw, the man drew his hips back slowly, then drove in deep again. The clap of flesh on flesh rang over the table. Minkyung clenched her teeth and tried to hold the moans in, then gave up, mouth open, panting. Spit strung from above. Slick strung from below. Both soaked the cloth. The man seized her ass in both hands and picked up speed.
Jihoon took in every bit of it with open envy.
"You really... raised her well. May I touch her once?"
"Of course. You're the new owner."
The moment permission fell, Jihoon reached out and kneaded Minkyung's breasts. He pinched her nipples, squeezed the flesh, let it go, squeezed again. Under her husband's hands, and under the cock driving into her, her moans climbed louder and louder. Inside her, hot fluid poured as if a flood had broken.
The man buried himself to the hilt one last time and growled low.
A thick pulse. A wet gulp. Hot semen flooded her womb and filled it. Minkyung shuddered from head to toe and collapsed onto the table, gasping, her hips giving a small helpless shake. She still seemed to feel him twitching inside her. The man drew his cock out slowly and held his glass toward Jihoon.
"A toast, to welcome the new member of the family. And don't worry about her meals. I'll stop by now and then and feed her myself."
Jihoon laughed and touched glasses with him.
"Yes. I'll be in your care from now on... Please make sure our Minkyung eats well."
On the table, smeared with semen and sweat, Minkyung looked up at her two masters and put out her tongue, happy.
The man took a leather collar from his bag—one he had prepared in advance—and fastened it around her white throat. The bell chimed, and the sound rang through the living room.
"A gift. You'll need it when you take her for walks."
"Aigoo, even this... Thank you."
He stayed long enough, then rose.
Minkyung crawled on all fours to see him off. Jihoon walked on two. With that strange little family at his back, the man was just stepping through the front door when the door across the hall opened with a creak and someone came out.
A college girl, long straight hair, a clean innocent face, textbooks hugged to her chest. She stepped into the corridor, saw the man standing there and, through the open door behind him, the grotesque scene beyond, and froze. A heartbeat later his eyes filled her wide, startled ones. Her pupils clouded and went slack all at once. She nearly dropped the books in her arms.
The man smiled, turned, and asked Jihoon, pleasant as anything.
"Mr. Jihoon. By any chance... would you consider keeping one more pet? If she had a friend, Minkyung wouldn't be so bored. And I was thinking it might be nice if I had a keeper of my own as well."
Jihoon looked blankly from the college girl to Minkyung and back, then nodded as if bewitched.
"That... sounds like a good idea."
The words were barely out before the man took the girl's wrist in a gentle pull. She did not resist. On her own feet she walked into the tiger's den—no. Into the new kennel.
The lock clicked shut. In the corridor, a single textbook lay alone on the floor where it had fallen.