#10 Training Day-1, Dyeing (3)
Yuchan had eaten about half his meal. Following his orders, Nayae had brought over her rice bowl and knelt on the floor.
"From now on, Nayae is a cute little doggy. Why don't you give it a bark?"
"Wha... wha... woof..."
"Acting like a stray? If you want food, you need to bark louder."
Bark like a dog? She was human. The grueling "exercise" from last night had left her starving. But abandoning her dignity for a single meal was unthinkable. No, it wasn't hunger. She had to obey Yuchan.
"Louder this time."
"Woof woof..."
It was bigger than before, but still too small. Yuchan didn't bother pointing it out and moved on to the next command.
"Sit!"
"Woof."
Nayae squatted down just like a dog. Her long robe, which reached her knees, twisted slightly in the middle, revealing a glimpse of her pale skin.
"Good girl. Next, paw!"
"Wha... woof!"
Nayae carefully placed her hand on Yuchan's outstretched palm. What the hell am I doing right now? She'd never been treated like this in her life. As if determined to humiliate every last shred of humanity in Choi Nayae, Yuchan stroked her head like one would praise an obedient pet.
Nayae recalled the time he'd petted her before. Back then, she'd thought his touch felt so solid and reassuring. She could see her past self from afar—face flushed bright red, shy and embarrassed.
"Next, left breast."
"Woof...?"
Catching her off guard mid-thought, Nayae unwittingly barked back in question. But Yuchan's extended hand still demanded the same. Nayae fumbled with the sash of her robe and slipped it off. She folded it neatly beside her. The robe that had briefly offered comfort vanished, leaving her naked and prostrated before him once more. This felt far more shameful than being nude all along.
Cautiously, she cupped her breast and placed it in his hand. She no longer had the energy left for tears. Yuchan kneaded her breast while staring at her dazed face, struggling to keep up with reality.
"You understand words perfectly. But your actions are too slow."
With a pathetic toss, he discarded her breast. "Next, that worthless trash pussy of yours that can't even grip properly."
Her body stiffened at the cruel words tossed out like casual chit-chat.
"Stick your ass out toward me, nice and high so I can see it well. Upper body down."
Hesitantly, Nayae turned around and raised her hips. It wasn't nighttime like yesterday, so her shameful hole would be fully exposed. Barely suppressing her psychological barriers, she squeezed her eyes shut and endured the humiliation.
"Already wet, as expected. Do you always get this sloppy so it's easy to fuck?"
"Wha... woof..."
"You can speak normally now. Like always, the model answer."
"Yes... Nayae is Teacher's doggy... who keeps her hole wet... so you can always shove your cock in whenever you want..."
Yuchan closely examined the plump, rounded ass protruding up to his waist level as he sat. Over a week of slowly building lust and drugs had kept Nayae's body in a constant state of arousal. Her masochistic constitution had contributed to it as well.
Oh, there's a mole on the back of her thigh. Using both thumbs, he spread her petals wide, revealing her drenched inner flesh peeking out.
"Hik...!!"
Feeling the cold air seep into her depths and the heat of his gaze, Nayae instinctively flinched. Her hypersensitive body transmitted faint pleasure just from him parting her outer lips.
"Make it twitch like it's begging for cock."
"Y-yes...!! I'll make my pussy twitch twitch!"
As she diligently clenched her pussy per his command, her lewd hole gaped open, the inner walls wriggling visibly. Her rear hole twitched in involuntary sympathy, which was almost comical. After following his instructions for a while, Nayae's hips suddenly lowered.
"H-huh... h-huhuuk..."
The accumulated shame had finally overflowed. Nayae collapsed to the floor and began sobbing pitifully.
"Teacher... I can't do this anymore... Send me home... I won't tell anyone... I swear, please... It's too much now. Teacher..."
Nayae straightened her posture, knelt before Yuchan, and bowed her head. She thought she'd done pretty well to make it this far. She knew her mind was crumbling bit by bit under the forced perversions. No need to push harder anyway. Excessive pressure was like a taut fishing line—reel too hard, and it snaps.
"Nayae, stand up."
Even at the command, she didn't budge, just kept bawling face-down. With a sigh, Yuchan gently pulled her from the floor into an embrace and wiped her tears.
"Teacher keeps promises. But you're trying to break yours with me."
"Hic...! Hic...!"
"Would you like it if Teacher broke his promise too?"
The promise: obey well, and he'd send her home. She couldn't let that happen. No matter how humiliating, she had to get home. Forcing a smile through her tear-streaked face, she'd apologize cutely. That was her plan. But once the emotional dam burst, she couldn't stop it. All she could do was shake her head and cry like a child—even knowing tantrums wouldn't work on him.
"Shh shh, it's okay. Teacher knows no one starts out perfect."
"Teacher..."
Gripping his sleeve tight, Nayae's shuddering breaths gradually calmed as their eyes met. Her eyes were puffy like a rabbit's.
"But no food today. Bad habits are hard to fix once they form."
Yuchan set her down, took the bowl, and dumped it into the food waste bin. It fit perfectly, as if that's where it belonged. Time to head to the gym. He pulled the slumped Nayae to her feet. Groping her breasts as she wobbled, he rebound her hands and hooked them to the ceiling chain. The chain was long enough for her to lie comfortably while he was gone. He fitted leather cuffs on her ankles too, chaining each to a bed leg with slack.
"Teacher's heading to the academy, so guard the house well, okay? Don't worry too much about food—there's a chance tomorrow morning."
"Sob... sob..."
To prevent self-harm, Yuchan stuffed his panties into her mouth again, then pulled another over her head like a hood on a prisoner. A schoolgirl capped with men's underwear gave off a bizarre vibe. It looked odd, but it was to deepen her link between scent and arousal, as always. One last thing. He fetched tape and attached rotors to both sides of the clitoris pumping device sucking on her clit. Vibration on the lowest setting—just enough subtle buzz through the suction tube to torment without climax. To protect the mattress below, he laid down a waterproof sheet and pet incontinence pads. Even if she leaked all day, the pads would absorb it all.
Nayae accepted his touches like a corpse, having surrendered everything.
2. To make up for his recent lack of exercise, he pushed hard. He'd been utterly lazy these past few days, so one day of overdoing it was necessary. Munching a calorie bar post-workout to prevent muscle loss, Yuchan turned the wheel. At the intersection turning toward the academy, a familiar silhouette appeared at the crosswalk. He pulled smoothly to the shoulder and honked.
Minjeong's shoulders, bundled in thick padding, flinched in surprise. He rolled down the window.
"Minjeong-teacher, what brings you out so late today?"
"Ah! Yuchan. Mind if I hop in?"
"Plenty of room."
"Then excuse the imposition."
Minjeong flashed a friendly smile, opened the passenger door, and climbed in. Slightly out of breath from hurrying, she rubbed her wind-chilled, rosy cheeks.
"I have no idea... Dropped my wallet on the way to work? Searched forever, but no luck."
Puffing her cheeks in a sulky pout, she sighed deeply.
"Sounds like you've been distracted lately."
"Too much to do at home—barely sleeping. See this? Eyes are bloodshot, right?"
She pulled down under her eyes to show him. Sleep deprivation was obvious.
"Aigoo, you'll collapse at this rate."
Once she was in, his car filled with a fresh lilac scent, like flowers blooming.
"Lanvin?"
"Oh, you know your perfumes?"
"Name's fuzzy."
"Eclat d'Arpege."
"One of my favorites."
Minjeong started teasing him playfully. "Playboy back in the day? Hitting brands left and right."
Not just perfumes—he knew cosmetics better than most women. Even decent at applying them.
"Just interested. You're making me sweat."
He pretended to wipe his brow, and she burst into giggles. Truth be told, Eclat d'Arpege was the go-to for college girls, so plenty guessed it. She was just joking.
"Not still breaking hearts, are you?"
It hit too close on another level, so Yuchan deflected. "Wanna guess mine this time?"
"Sure. I suck at perfumes, but my nose is sharp. Could even guess your breakfast."
"Whoa, big talk."
"For real. Wanna see?"
Either clueless about perfumes or confident, she leaned in close, sniffing. Challenging him in her strong suit.
"Seatbelt first."
"Look at me."
Reminded she was too close, she buckled up and inhaled again. Then paused.
"Chicken breast, salad. Eggs... maybe? Hmm... what's this smell?"
Yuchan's body tensed. He hadn't expected this talent. Genuinely startled. Regretting the ride already. Normally fine, but Nayae was locked up at home now. Body scent outlasted food smells. If that suspicious odor was Nayae's... They'd shared a bed all night, skin to skin. Minjeong might recognize it—Nayae often asked her questions in class.
Yuchan watched her silently. Minjeong met his gaze with a meaningful look, her lips curving up.
Too much evidence scattered everywhere to clean now. Troubling. Seeing his serious contemplation, Minjeong burst out laughing.
"You actually believed me?"
"Wasn't the smell?"
"How could anyone guess post-meal scents? You gym every day, bring chicken breast and salad for lunch—easy guess."
She preened triumphantly. Come to think of it, no eggs today. Yuchan sighed in relief, leaning back.
"Damn, nearly crashed into a streetlight from shock."
"Hey, don't joke so scary. Even if you got owned."
Chiding him but still smiling, Yuchan murmured inwardly at her face.
Do Minjeong-teacher. You're lucky.