Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Stray Dog Without a Leash
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“Like a leashless mutt puffing around.”
8:00 AM.
Near the subway station on the way to work.
Yu-na's breath caught in her throat.
A quick glance.
A salaryman looking at his smartphone lifted his head.
'He saw me. He just looked at me.'
She hurriedly pulled her hat down low.
It felt like the whole world was staring at her.
A ringing filled her ears.
- Hey, isn't that her? The PPT girl?
- Her body's killer. I'd love to hit that.
- Doesn't she smell like a slut? Sniff sniff.
“No... don't look... sob...”
The people were just going about their business.
Her shattered mind conjured hallucinations that tightened around her like a noose.
The problem was her body.
She felt shame so intense she wanted to die.
Every step made her lower half sting.
The depraved thrill of going commando dominated her brain.
'They all know. They all know I’m not wearing panties...!'
The deeper her delusions sank, the hotter her womb grew.
Semen residue melted and mixed with her juices.
Her gait twisted more and more.
10:00 AM. Convenience store.
Her throat was parched.
She hadn't had a sip of water since fleeing.
Dragging her trembling legs, she entered the convenience store.
She grabbed a bottle of water and placed it on the counter.
A male part-timer in his early twenties.
“Need a bag?”
“N-no, it's... it's fine.”
Beep.
As he scanned the barcode, the clerk's eyes drifted downward.
Bare legs peeking from under her long padding jacket.
She flinched.
Her heart plummeted.
'He saw!'
'Disposal.'
It felt like he'd spotted that graffiti.
Her hands shook uncontrollably.
Clunk.
She dropped her card.
“Ah.”
The moment she bent down to pick it up and squatted.
Her loosened hole gaped open slackly.
Drip. Plop. Splatter.
“...!”
Thick fluid poured from between the hem of her padding jacket.
The traces of her brother she'd carried in her belly all day.
A milky, sticky puddle spread across the floor.
Whoosh.
A fishy stench filled the narrow store.
“Huh? Miss? What did you spill...? Ugh.”
The clerk wrinkled his brow.
Eyes suspecting the nature of the liquid.
“N-no! It's not! I swear!”
She screamed and bolted out.
Leaving her card and water behind.
Droplets trailed between her thighs as she fled, lewd moisture dripping.
Noon. Shopping mall public restroom.
“Haa... ugh...”
In the corner stall.
Yu-na sat on the toilet, trembling like an aspen leaf.
She was cold, hungry, and utterly wretched.
She tore off some tissue and wiped her wet thighs.
Sticky.
No matter how much she wiped, the smell wouldn't fade.
No. The stimulation made her hole spew more juices, growing even wetter.
Scrub. Scrub.
Her wiping turned into something else.
A finger slyly slipped into the crevice.
“Hic... no... I can't... I shouldn't...”
Extreme stress.
Her brain's escape was pleasure.
The filthy, stinking public restroom.
Even that squalor became fuel for her arousal.
“Hyun-min... Hyun-min... my little brother! Ungh! Haa!”
The one who'd dragged her to ruin.
Her body couldn't get excited without calling his name.
She jammed her fingers into herself atop the dirty toilet.
As if admitting she was the 'toilet' herself.
Squelch. Slurp. Squish.
“I was wrong... waaah! Punish me... aaak!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Who's in there! Crazy bitch in broad daylight?!”
The cleaning lady's shout.
“Eek?!”
She straightened her clothes and fled the restroom.
Curses rained down her back.
'Psycho slut.'
'Animal.'
“Haha.”
A hollow laugh escaped her.
Because it was exactly right.
Dusk. Park corner bench.
She had nowhere left to go.
Huddled on the bench, she stared at the sunset.
Elite office worker Choi Yu-na from a top university felt like a past life.
Gurgle.
Her stomach growled.
But her lower half hungered more.
Her conditioned womb screamed for its master's cock.
“Miss.”
Then.
Two ragged homeless men in filthy padding jackets approached.
Vomit-inducing booze and stale cigarette stench.
“No home? It's cold out. Wanna go somewhere warm with big bro?”
They grinned, yellow teeth bared.
As Yu-na shrank back, her padding hem parted slightly.
“Huh?”
Their eyes gleamed.
Bare legs inside the padding.
Thick writing on her thigh.
'Disposal'
“Whoa, bro, check this out. She's prime meat.”
“What? She got tattoos?”
“Freebie. A stray mutt with no owner.”
The homeless men leered and reached out.
“N-no! Get away! Stay back!”
She flailed.
But her exhausted body couldn't fend off two grown men.
Grip.
Rough hands seized her shoulders.
Filthy fingers plunged inside her padding.
“Hyaang?!”
She should have screamed, but it came out as a moan.
The instant his touch landed, her hips bucked instinctively.
Her pussy squirted juices.
'No. Not these guys. I hate it. They're disgusting!'
Her mind rejected, but her body reacted sluttily.
That terrified her more.
“Damn, feel how wet this bitch is? She's dying for it.”
“Hold still. Big bro'll make you feel good.”
Her padding was stripped off.
In that desperate moment.
Yu-na instinctively called for him.
“H-Hyun-min! Hyun-min!!”
Snap.
[The World Stops.]
Drip.
All sound ceased.
The homeless man's filthy hand froze mid-air, inches from grabbing her breast.
Yu-na's terror-stricken, tear-streaked face and M-legged spread were locked in place.
Step. Step.
Hands in pockets, I walked over.
I looked down at the bench with pity.
“Like a leashless mutt puffing around.”
I flicked her frozen cheek.
“You ditched me just to roll around with trash like this?”
I kicked one bum's shin.
Punched the other in the solar plexus.
The impacts would hit when time resumed.
I approached Yu-na and fully parted her padding.
Her panty-less lower half was exposed raw.
Juices from her pussy had soaked the bench.
She must've been desperate.
“Not trained enough.”
I forced her mouth open and kissed her deeply.
Swirling tongues, making her swallow saliva.
Imprinting the master's taste.
“Wagging your tail at some random dick.”
I bent her over the bench.
Doggy style.
Her cheek pressed against the cold park bench.
“Kghhh...”
I dropped my pants and thrust in one go.
Spluuurt-!
It clenched like mad.
As if waiting.
Her inner walls clung like a starving beast ready to devour.
She'd reacted reflexively to the bum's touch.
But with me, it was incomparable intensity.
As if welcoming me with 'I've been waiting, Master.'
Squelch. Gluuurp. Slurp. Schluuurp.
“Ha. What a legendary pussy.”
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Dark park.
Stopped time, atop the bench.
Rebranding the runaway slave.
Squish. Thud. Squelch.
I scraped deep into her walls.
Spanked her ass until my handprint bloomed.
Her pale cheeks flushed red.
[Elapsed Time: 40 minutes]
Enough.
I gripped her hips hard.
Grinded my tip against her cervix, prying it wide.
“Remember. Only I can fill your holes.”
Splurt-! Spuuuurt!
“Urghhh!”
A metallic groan from Yu-na's throat.
Her womb ballooned like a filled sac.
Hot semen packed full.
Her walls spasmed and contracted.
Territory marked.
I pulled out and fixed her clothes.
Then slipped a warm canned coffee and some cash into her padding pocket.
“Come back. My bitch.”
I whispered in her ear.
Deep breath.
Snap.
[Time Flows.]
A few seconds of silence.
Before Yu-na's brain could process.
Crack! Boom!
“Kaaaagh?!”
“Guh! Khurk!”
The two bums before her flew through the air.
As if pummeled by an invisible giant, they tumbled screaming.
Men vomiting blood in agony.
Normally, she'd be terrified.
But.
“Huu... ugh...?”
Yu-na's pupils dilated blankly.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed.
At the same time.
Ziiiiing-!
“Haaang! Uwaaaah!!”
Her lower belly felt heavy.
Her empty womb now stuffed full.
Her vaginal walls fired dozens of minutes of pleasure straight to her brain.
Familiar hot fluid trickled between her quivering thighs.
Her mouth tasted of saliva.
The taste her body remembered.
The violence her body remembered.
“Hahk, hahk. Haa.”
Yu-na blankly stared at the fallen bums.
Not scary.
Relief washed over her.
'He saved me.'
Hyun-min came.
He's looking at me.
He didn't abandon me.
She shouldn't feel this.
She mustn't.
Was it the heat of the semen filling her belly?
Happiness and relief bubbled up softly.
She reached into her pocket.
It was warm.
The canned coffee's warmth.
And a few bills.
“Sob, ugh, hic.”
She sat on the bench, clutching the can with both hands.
Between her legs, her brother's semen kept flowing, soaking her bare thighs.
Warm and wet.
Her legs wanted to move.
Toward home.
Toward where her brother was.
Itching to head there on their own.
Like a dog wandering in search of its leash.
7:30 AM. Park.
The streets buzzed with life again.
Waves of commuters rushing to work.
In the vibrant world, one dead speck alone.
Yu-na on the park corner bench.
“Ugh... cold.”
She pulled her hat down deep.
Her body shivered.
The canned coffee in her hand had gone ice cold.
Passersby's gazes terrified her.
The sunlight felt like it was flaying her skin.
But worst was the smell.
Rank sweat.
The brininess of dried tears.
And inside the padding.
The foul stench rising from between her legs.
All-day traces from her pussy had dried and reeked.
'What do I do?'
'Just go home?'
'Run?'
'Where to?'
Whatever she chose, she had to move.
Yet her feet wouldn't budge.
She feared the skin that would show the instant she stood.
Even a tiny gap revealing that filthy, shameful sight paralyzed her.
Then.
Click. Click.
Heels.
And a familiar voice.
“About this quarter's marketing plan.”
“Ah, I'll handle that.”
Yu-na's shoulders stiffened.
She didn't need to look.
Park Min-ji.
Her entry-level rival and coworker.
And the male junior trailing her, Kim.
They still shone.
Crisp suits.
Gleaming badges.
Yu-na curled smaller.
Tiny.
Invisible.
Clatter.
Ah.
Her hand slipped.
The canned coffee she'd gripped rolled under the bench.
Click.
Heels stopped.
“Huh? Over there.”
Kim's gaze hit the bench.
Their eyes met.
“...Sunbae?”
Her breath caught.
She whipped her head away and pulled her collar tight.
“Y-you've got the wrong per...”
Her voice cracked.
“Yu-na? Is that Yu-na?”
Min-ji approached.
Her pristine shoe tip halted before Yu-na's bare slipper.
Successful worker versus urban trash.
Min-ji's brow furrowed.
Her eyes scanned Yu-na.
Matted hair.
Tear-stained face.
And crucially.
A glimpse of thigh through the padding gap.
'Disp'
Part of the bold graffiti 'Disposal'.
“Ha...”
Min-ji let out a hollow laugh.
Incredulous expression.
But soon her eyes shifted.
From contempt to pity.