The Doberman Wants to Repay (1)
She obeys every word Woojin says.
She believes every word Woojin says.
She always holds a heart of gratitude toward Woojin.
And so.
"Seoeun. If I told you to do something — how far would you go?"
"I can do anything."
"Anything? Come on, if you say it that solemnly I'm the one who ends up embarrassed."
"I am not being solemn. My gratitude toward you is so great, Assistant Manager, that I truly could do anything at all."
She would repay Woojin. She had to. By any means necessary.
Even with that sincerity sitting plainly in her voice, Woojin only gave an awkward little laugh.
And that needled Min Seoeun's pride.
"...I mean it."
"I know, I know. I get how you feel, Seoeun, so don't go saying things like that so easily. We've only known each other a day. What's this huge gratitude supposed to be? And 'I'd do anything,' come on."
"......"
But I do mean it.
There was the Doberman's instinct — the sense that Woojin held her life in his hands. But the Woojin she had watched all day was, in truth, someone worth that kind of loyalty.
He was capable. He drew people in. He handed out rewards without fail.
Of course, the HR Management App had a great deal to do with how deeply Min Seoeun had fallen into this. That did not make the loyalty she felt any less real.
It was not some other feeling he was waving off so casually. It was her loyalty. And so, pride faintly stung, Min Seoeun set out to prove that devotion whether Woojin looked uncomfortable or not.
"What would it take for you to believe me?"
"Believe what?"
"What would it take for you to believe that I would do anything for you, Assistant Manager?"
"I believe you. I do."
"It does not seem as though you do."
"Uh... I really do believe you, so what exactly am I supposed to do here."
"......"
"Man..."
Min Seoeun's eyes were asking for a chance — any chance — to prove herself. Woojin scratched his cheek.
He thought for a moment.
"Well then. If I asked you to do something weird, you'd go along with it?"
"Yes. I can do anything."
"I mean really weird."
"That is fine."
"Like — can I touch your legs? That kind of request."
"That is fine."
An instant answer. She replied so quickly it was hard to believe she had even taken the time to think.
And when Woojin still hesitated, Min Seoeun was the one who pressed.
"If you wish to touch them, you may."
"Mmm... no, wait. Come on, that's not — you might not realize this, Seoeun, but this kind of thing is actually really dangerous. Sexual harassment, that whole..."
"If it is you, Assistant Manager, it is fine. That would never happen."
"Really?"
"Yes. It is fine."
"...You know our entire conversation is being recorded on the dashcam, right?"
Woojin pointed at the dashcam mounted behind the rearview mirror with his right hand.
Just in case. If — really if — something happened that would make both their faces burn, he meant to use the audio on that dashcam as evidence.
Even so, Min Seoeun said:
"I am aware."
Her voice was perfectly even. What she wanted was for Woojin's hand to reach her thigh sooner.
Perhaps he decided that stalling with odd remarks after coming this far was the stranger thing. Woojin glanced once at Min Seoeun's face, then extended his right hand to the side.
The place that slowly reaching hand came to rest was—
...a soft slide of contact—
The top of Min Seoeun's thigh.
Woojin's hand settled on her slightly thick formal skirt and stroked her thigh with careful, almost timid motions.
Min Seoeun spoke into that hesitation.
"May I ask why you wanted to touch my thighs?"
"Ah, well. You're the first person I've ever met who's trained professionally as an athlete. I was curious how firm a body like that would actually be."
I see.
Min Seoeun nodded, trusting his words completely.
And then the Doberman's clever mind turned over once, quickly, and found exactly what her master wanted.
"Would it be all right if I tensed my legs?"
"Ah — yes. That'd be great."
Curiosity about an athlete's body was the same thing as curiosity about an athlete's muscle. Min Seoeun put a light tension through her thighs, and even through the formal skirt Woojin could feel them going hard.
"Do you still work out, Seoeun?"
"Yes. I stopped training in earnest, but I still exercise privately. As a form of self-management."
"Oh..."
The surprise on Woojin's face was plain. The Doberman thought of a way to please her master even more.
"You may grip them, if you like."
"Ah, no — no matter what, that's a bit..."
Min Seoeun knew what he was worried about, and why. But because that kind of thing would absolutely never happen:
"It is fine. You may grip them."
"...All right then."
...a hard, full squeeze—
"Wow... it really is different. Athletes, huh."
Watching Woojin's startled expression after he had closed his hand firmly around her thigh, Min Seoeun felt a quiet, bright flush of happiness.
He had to keep his eyes on the road, of course. But if he had looked to his right, he might have caught Min Seoeun smiling — the same faint smile as before. And if Min Seoeun had a tail, it might have been swaying gently from side to side.
That was how unshakable her loyalty was.
"...Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Then, maybe... could I try touching inside your skirt? I was curious what your bare legs would feel like."
"That is fine."
Even the suggestion of putting his hand inside her skirt earned a nod without the slightest hesitation.
At Min Seoeun's go-ahead, I moved my hand toward her knee the same way I had with Chae Dayeon last time — a long, slow stroke down the length of her thigh.
When I reached her knee I shifted my fingertips, opening a narrow passage beneath the hem. Then, with my hand against Min Seoeun's bare skin, I climbed very slowly upward.
A long, lingering slide...
From her knee, inch by inch, until my hand found the middle of her thigh — and
"...Wow."
It pulled a sound of real admiration out of me.
She was the exact opposite of Chae Dayeon, whose whole body had been soft and yielding, and of Han Minah, who was plush in every place that mattered.
Lim Jiwoo?
Jiwoo had a firm figure too, but if we were talking density, putting her next to Min Seoeun would have been embarrassing.
I stroked that rock-hard thigh, lingering, and then, as if it were nothing—
...a deep, greedy squeeze—
"......"
"......"
I closed my hand around her. Min Seoeun did not react at all.
So. Getting inside the skirt had been a success. Now it was time to aim deeper.
But shoving my hand further in myself would have stung my pride for no good reason. I wanted our dog to pick up on what her master wanted and lead him there — the way she had earlier, when I had only set my hand on top of her skirt and she had been the one to tell me I could grip it.
The question was whether Min Seoeun, with no experience at all, could read what I actually wanted right now. Looking at how the conversation had gone, it would have been easy to assume I was only interested in an athlete's muscle... which was a problem. What to do.
How was I supposed to make Min Seoeun want my hand to go deeper on her own? To be the one who asked me first.
"I'm not sure I should say this, Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Playing with your legs like this... it feels really nice. The way they fill my hand. It's kind of calming, actually."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. The texture is really something."
"......"
First: tell her that touching her feels good.
"But are you really okay with this, Seoeun?"
"In what sense?"
"I mean, nobody's ever touched your legs like this before, right?"
"That is correct."
"It doesn't bother you? Having someone play with your legs like this?"
"It feels a little strange. But if it is you, Assistant Manager, it is fine."
"Then I can keep touching you?"
"Yes. It is fine."
Next: tell her it feels so good I want to keep doing it.
And then.
"I guess your whole body is this firm, huh. I wonder if everywhere else would feel this good too."
"......"
Casually. Let it slip that I was curious about more than just her legs, and—
"...If you wish to check, you may touch other places as well."
After the briefest pause to think, Min Seoeun found what her master wanted.
But of course I had to push back once. That was the only way.
"Come on, other places? Just touching your legs is already way over the line. If I start talking about other places on top of that... no. That'd be a real problem."
"If it is you, Assistant Manager, it is fine. You may touch me anywhere."
"If you say it like that, Seoeun — if I hear something like that, who knows how far I'll go. Don't say dangerous things like that."
"You may touch me anywhere."
"No, no. That's not happening, Seoeun."
"......"
I could put a scratch in Min Seoeun's loyalty. I could draw the Doberman's anger up to the surface. She could not aim that anger at her master, though, so she crushed it down and poured the extra into an exaggerated show of devotion, her voice pressed flat and tight.
"...If it is you, Assistant Manager, anywhere is fine."
"Really? Anywhere?"
"Yes. Anywhere is fine."
And damn, that voice was cool. Listening to a woman speak in that long, low register, I found myself wondering how it would change in bed.
Unfortunately, though.
A slow slide... and a pointed little jab—
When sexually aroused, she secretes love juices but shows no change in expression. Additionally, she barely moans.
Because of that.
"Nnh..."
I pressed against her over her panties with the side of my pinky, and the reaction I got from Min Seoeun was a little bland.
Though that was by my own design.
Obviously I had no intention of leaving Min Seoeun's third Remark the way it was. Probably... when I took Min Seoeun's first time, I planned to rewrite it so that she would climax from the merest brush of a fingertip.
And then.
A poke — a stroke — another — another — another—
"Hnnn... nnh, haaahhh..."
Right now her face was quite peaceful. Rather than moaning, she was only breathing a little harder. What kind of reaction would she show when the time came?
The reaction I was actually looking forward to from Min Seoeun was not this.
"...Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"You're really... okay with me touching you anywhere, right?"
"Yes. It is fine, so please touch me as much as you like."
"Then..."
...a soft shift of fabric—
I pushed her panties aside and put my fingers directly against Min Seoeun's pussy.
"Nnnnnh..."
It was not that this composed woman would cry out. That was not what I wanted to see.
The fluster.
A rapid, wet stroking—
"Hnnnnnh..."
Right now she was breathing with that same peaceful face, but Min Seoeun was clearly aroused. The Remark I had entered had only blocked her reactions. It had not blocked the arousal itself.
On top of that, this being her first experience of any kind, she would probably learn that this was simply what happened when someone touched your pussy. And that lesson would, over time, evolve into something like: my own pleasure gets in the way when I am serving Master — perhaps that is why...
But.
...a deep, insistent press—
If she ever hit an arousal and a climax she could not hold back — if the cry that came with it tore out of her—
"Haaaaaah..."
How badly would Min Seoeun, who looked as though she would stay composed even if a bomb went off beside her, panic at her own suddenly changed reaction?
I was looking forward to finding out.
A slow stroke... a wet, sticky catch of sound — another—
I coated my fingers in Min Seoeun's juices.