May I Call You Master? (6)
Min Seoeun may have crossed a line once in the middle of things, but I had no intention of holding that against her.
Her training hadn't even reached an unfinished stage — it had only just begun. I never expected her to play the part of my dog perfectly from the very first night.
What mattered more was this: she had learned two things. That she truly regarded me as her Master, and that if she misbehaved, I could leave her side. That was more than enough to satisfy me.
And so.
A wet, heavy pulse. My cock throbbed inside her — once, twice, again and again — as I emptied the last of what my stamina would allow.
"Haaaaaah... nngh...!!"
"Hah..."
When I finally finished, I gave her ass a light smack.
"Hah...!"
Just a pat, really — telling her what a pretty little puppy she was. Far softer than the punishment from earlier, and far more affectionate. She felt the difference.
"Mas... Master..."
Her tongue lolled out just enough to slur the word. I smiled at her, as gently as I could, so she would feel nothing but warmth — and then I drew my hips back.
A thick, wet sound.
"Haaaah...!"
The cum packed inside her surged out in a rush, spilling down the insides of her thighs. While she trembled, I glanced at my cock — still slick with her juices and my own release — then lay down beside her. She had collapsed onto her stomach by then, belly pressed to the sheets, and the moment she sensed me she quietly started to move.
And she did it exactly like a dog.
Dogs do that sometimes. They wriggle around in ways that make you wonder what on earth they're thinking — cats get all the credit for it, but dogs do it too, especially the big ones.
Min Seoeun was no different. She did not look like the type. Not even close. And yet she squirmed and wriggled her way across the bed, inch by inch, until she could rest her head on my shoulder.
"Haaaaah..."
She must have liked that a great deal, because she broke into a wide, unguarded grin — and it was devastatingly cute. This was a woman who almost never changed her expression, who even when she smiled did it so faintly you could miss it. Seeing her beam like that transformed her entire face.
I leaned in and gave her a light peck.
She made a low, happy little sound and nuzzled her cheek against my shoulder.
"Seoeun."
"Yes."
"Did it feel good?"
"...Yes. It felt good."
They say women get that comedown too — that sinking moment after. It seemed to have caught her as well. More precisely, the memory of everything she had done, and the shame that came with it, seemed to crash over her all at once. She buried her face completely in my shoulder. Even the sliver of cheek I could still see had gone scarlet. She was thoroughly embarrassed.
I reached up and stroked her hair.
Skinship was still skinship. The Remarks field that made her so aroused she couldn't hold back a moan the moment I touched her was still active, and she breathed hot against my shoulder with her face hidden there.
Then something in her flared up all over again.
"Hah... haaah... Master, hah..."
She lifted her hips with a look that was starting to look dangerous and wrapped her arms around my neck.
The kiss that followed was wet and hungry — but a faint timidness ran through it. She had learned that if she crossed the line again, there would be no more sex with me. So she kissed me as carefully as she could, then pushed herself up, crawled down my body, and slipped between my legs.
Given how hesitant that kiss had been, I didn't think she was about to start something new. I watched to see what she was doing.
She buried her face between my thighs and began to lick — carefully, almost delicately — cleaning my cock of the mix of my cum and her own juices still clinging to it.
But even that made her nervous. She kept glancing up at me, worried she might be crossing a line again.
You're not. This is good. This is exactly what you should be doing.
I stroked her hair to tell her so, and the confidence that gave her made her lick me with real enthusiasm — wet, eager, thorough. And then she stopped. Precisely at cleanup. She seemed to know that if she kept going, the one who wouldn't be able to hold back wouldn't be me. She climbed back up and nestled into my arms.
The next morning.
When I woke, Min Seoeun was not in my arms. She hadn't left the motel room, though.
"Have you awakened?"
"Yeah..."
She was sitting in the room's tiny chair at its tiny table, looking at her phone — wait. She was looking at her phone. How did she know I'd woken up?
Before I could even process that, she stood and walked over to the bed.
"When did you get up, Seoeun?"
"A short while ago."
"A short while ago?"
For someone who had only just woken up, she looked far too perfect. The suit worn without a single wrinkle. The hair settled neatly into place. The face freshly and carefully washed.
I didn't even get the chance to point it out.
"There is still ample time before we need to leave. If you are tired, you are welcome to sleep a little longer."
"Ah... no. I'll get up."
"You must be tired..."
"I'm fine. Really."
Her speech, her voice, her every movement — all of it was rigid. Hard to believe this was the same Min Seoeun from last night.
Was I disappointed? Not at all. You could give her credit for separating the professional from the personal. Personally, though, I preferred to think of it as maximizing the gap between her two sides — and that gap was doing devastating work.
"A towel."
"Ah. Thanks."
"If there is anything you require, I will step out and purchase it immediately."
"I don't need anything. I'm fine."
"Understood."
This stiff, locked-down Min Seoeun — carrying herself like a secretary delivering a report to the CEO — was the same woman who called me Master during sex and panted like a puppy. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
In any case.
When I came out of the shower, she was sitting in that same chair again. The moment she saw me she quietly stood up. I thought she was about to hand me something else — and then she sat back down and just... stared.
"What is it?"
"Ah. It is nothing."
"It's not nothing. You've got something on your mind."
"...No. It is nothing."
If you don't tell me honestly, I won't do it with you next time.
The threat flickered through my head, but I decided that particular card should only come out when she actually crossed a line. I sat down across from her.
"Come on. What's going on? You're making me worry."
"It is not a matter that warrants concer— it is not."
"So there is something. What is it?"
"...W-well."
"Do you regret last night?"
"No! I do not! That is absolutely not it!"
Her eyes went completely round. She looked thoroughly panicked.
"Then what's wrong?"
"That is... well, I... uh..."
She spent a long time producing a series of that's, well's, um's, and ah's.
"...W-would you give me just one kiss?"
After all that buildup, that was what she wanted. A kiss. She was so absurdly cute I couldn't help laughing, and she immediately took it as a sign she'd done something wrong and dropped her head.
"Seoeun."
"Y-yes?"
"Come here."
I patted my thigh and spread my legs. She glanced at my face, then stood. She approached the same way — carefully, almost gingerly — and just as carefully settled her ass onto my lap. Once she was there, she seemed to relax. Both arms went around my neck.
And just like that, she was a gentle puppy again. I didn't know why she poured so much meaning into a single kiss, but she squeezed her eyes shut and worked her tongue with total concentration, and it was so endearing I patted her ass in a steady, fond rhythm.
When she finally pulled back, her face was as blank as ever — and scarlet.
"...Shall we... shall we go, then?"
"Sure."
"And what will you do for a meal?"
"Want to grab something quick before we head back?"
"There is a decent ramen place nearby. Would that be acceptable?"
She was the one who had suggested leaving. And then she sat there on my lap and rammed on about nothing, dragging the minutes out. The reason was obvious enough. She was sitting on my leg, and some unconscious part of her refused to leave my side, so she kept saying things she could just as easily have said once we were outside.
What's good there. What side dishes they have. If you come again, this other place is also quite acceptable.
She kept it up for a considerable while.
"Shall we get going?"
"...Yes."
She stood up very, very slowly.
After we left the motel we ate at the ramen place she had mentioned, then got back in the car so I could drive her home. I glanced to my right. Outwardly she looked no different from yesterday — same clothes, same posture — except she was staring straight at me.
I figured I could afford to be obvious about it now. Keeping my eyes on the road, I settled my right hand on her thigh.
She responded in kind. Quietly, almost demurely, she parted her legs and offered her body to her Master. I worked my hand over the firm top of her thigh and the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"It didn't hurt?"
"There was no pain."
"Yeah? You said it was your first time, so I was worried it would. Glad it didn't."
"I was somewhat concerned about that myself, but there was nothing particularly painful."
That really was a relief.
"Good that it didn't hurt. And for you personally — were you satisfied?"
"Yes. I was extremely satisfi— no. That is..."
She caught herself. Yesterday's scolding was still fresh.
"It's fine. I enjoyed myself, but I want you to enjoy yourself too. That's a good thing."
"...If that is the case, then yes. I was satisfied."
"Satisfied how, exactly?"
"When you say which part..."
"When you were on top of me yesterday. And when I was behind you. Which one did you like more?"
She thought about it for a long time.
"...B-both were good."
"Both. Got it. Then, Seoeun."
"Yes?"
"If you keep doing as I say from now on, I'll let you do the first one again sometimes."
That was a reward, plain and simple. And I had given her a clear guide on exactly what she needed to do to earn it.
"...Understood."
She answered with a determined look on her face, and around then we arrived in front of her building.
"Get home safe. You did well, Seoeun."
"Not at all. If you should require me again, please do not hesitate to say so. At any time."
"Yeah. I'll take you up on that soon."
"Understood."
She bowed her head before opening the door.
"Seoeun."
"Yes?"
I tapped my chest. She hesitated, glancing at my face — and then she threw herself into my arms.
She nuzzled against my chest for a long moment. Then, with that same blank expression and those same stiff words:
"I will see you next week, Assistant Manager."
And with her face burning red, she leaned in, pressed a kiss to my lips, and got out of the car.
"Well then..."
I granted Min Seoeun four promotion points in a single stroke and immediately unlocked her fourth Remarks slot.
What to put there.
I thought about it for a good long while.
I had already decided to make her my dog — or rather, my Servant. I may as well write something that would actually be useful.
And at exactly that moment.
Ding.