I Want to Raise a Puppy
I have a place of my own now.
Not a jeonse or a monthly rental, but the building itself. To put it simply, I’ve become a building owner. In my twenties.
After the moving crew left, I looked around the house, now left to myself. Numerous rooms, a spacious living room, a kitchen, a bathroom with everything one could need—it was a space that lived up to the word ultra-luxury. It was the kind of home where the chaebols I used to see on TV lived.
I stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window that replaced one wall of the living room and took in the view of Seoul below. The scenery looked even more beautiful thanks to the rising sun. I found myself looking forward to seeing what it would look like at night.
"Heh, it was worth sticking it in a few times."
I sat on the living room sofa, thinking of that middle-aged woman who wasn't satisfied with just taking my monthly allowance and had begged me to fuck her.
Because she had the gall to shout at me in casual, informal speech from the moment we met just to protect her pride, I had buried myself to the root without any foreplay. I still vividly remember how she was crawling on the floor after I’d finished inside her two or three times in that state.
She was just a bitch who got into heat like a dog and went to hospitals to get inseminated, but seeing the house I’d received from her, I thought it was well worth the effort.
As I leaned my heavy body back, the sofa sank in with a soft fwoosh. I stretched my long legs out onto the table and connected MeTube to the TV, clicking the remote to see if there was anything worth watching.
A list of videos appeared: a news channel I subscribed to because the anchor had a nice voice, channels featuring female streamers with high levels of sexual content, and more. Down, down, down. I kept pressing the down button on the remote, searching for something interesting.
"...A puppy?"
That was when I found a video of a puppy. Among the sea of skin-colored MeTube thumbnails, a video of a puppy stood out. My curiosity piqued, I pressed the confirm button to play it.
What I saw was a black puppy running through a field. A man, presumably the owner, threw a blue frisbee far away, and the black puppy quickly caught it and returned. This repeated a few times. It was a video without anything particularly special. Yet, for some reason, it was entertaining, so I played a few more in a row.
"A puppy... should I raise one?"
Sometimes at school, I’d hear kids arguing over whether they preferred cats or dogs. Personally, I preferred cats over dogs. Because dogs need to be walked. I found going outside bothersome, so I naturally preferred cats that didn't require that.
Even so, it wasn't like I hated dogs, so watching these videos made me want to have one. Besides, the house was spacious. I thought, wouldn't one large dog be fine?
"Hmm, what should I do?"
I turned down the volume on the TV and closed my eyes for a moment. It was a habit I had when I was pondering something.
I imagined it: the way it would follow my commands while drooling if I told it to 'stay', the way it would crawl on all fours to retrieve a ball like a dog if I threw it, and the way it would stick as close to me as possible when we went for a night walk.
"...First, should I go buy a leash?"
That seemed like the best place to start.
By lunchtime, the midsummer sun began to beat down intensely.
Watching the shimmering heat haze on the road, I tied my long hair back loosely. Even though I was dressed as lightly as possible, sweat began to trickle down. The very sensation of the breeze felt closer to warmth than coolness.
"..."
Eyes were fixed on me.
My massive frame and the large chest to match drew attention, and the bulge protruding from my crotch all the way to the top of my left thigh made people stare. Neither men nor women could take their eyes off me.
"Ah..."
"Ugh... th-that, ugh..."
Once I glared at them, they finally lowered their eyes and went on their way. It was always amusing to see them crawl away with just a single look. It was funny to see them realize their place and grovel.
After walking for a while, beads of sweat had formed on my forehead, and the cleavage and under-boob area were drenched. A sweet scent from my sweat was spreading into the surroundings. A scent so sweet that anyone passing by would stop for a moment.
If you leave the building and walk along the Han River, you’ll find a small pet supply store.
It was a small shop run alone by a young owner, with no part-timers. Small puppies were in cages installed along the wall, and various pet supplies were displayed in the remaining space. I opened the door and stepped inside, bowing my head.
"Welco...me..."
Ignoring the owner, who was wearing black sweatpants, a dress shirt, and an apron over it, I first checked the pet supplies.
Most of them were toys, snacks, or feed.
"Where are the leashes here?"
"Y-yes?"
"The leashes. I asked where they are."
When there was no answer, I turned my head to see the owner trembling in fear. She looked like a cat, but the way she shivered made her seem more like a rabbit. It was cute, though.
Still, the lack of an answer was a bit annoying.
"Hey, could you bring me a leash?"
"Ah... yes. Yes! I, I'll... *sob*... I'll bring it...!"
"Haa..."
"E-eek...!"
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Watching the owner go to find the leashes, I tapped my foot lightly on the floor. Perhaps hearing that sound, the owner’s hands began to move faster.
"I brought them!"
The owner brought three leashes. Red, black, and blue leather leashes.
"Would these fit a large dog?"
"Yes? Uh... wouldn't they...? Since they're adjustable..."
The owner was short.
Of course, that’s relative to me.
Since she came up to just below my chest, she was probably in the late 150s or early 160s in centimeters.
For a woman, that’s average... I suppose.
Because of the difference in our builds, I naturally ended up looking down at her. Maybe that’s why she couldn't meet my eyes properly and kept avoiding them.
"Well, I'll know once I try it."
"Yes...?"
I snatched one of the leashes from the owner's hand and wrapped it around her neck. As the cold leather touched her skin, she flinched slightly.
"Hmm. Not bad."
"Eh, ugh... ah? Th-that, customer...?"
The leash fit her neck perfectly. Just enough space to fit a finger. I hooked my finger like a claw, inserted it into the space between the leash and her neck, and pulled.
The owner was dragged forward helplessly.
"You look just like a cat, don't you?"
"Cu-customer... y-you shouldn't... do this..."
"You need to be quiet."
The owner looked like she was about to cry. I barely suppressed a laugh, then grabbed the apron she was wearing. Riiip, the apron tore. As I continued to tear the dress shirt she was wearing, her small breasts popped out.
A small frame, small breasts, pink areolas, and nipples sticking straight out. I flicked the tiny pink nipples with my fingernails.
"Customer... you shouldn't... do this..."
"Mouth."
"U-uh?"
"Open your mouth."
The owner opened her mouth with a flushed face, and I let my saliva drip into it.
Drip, drip. The owner blinked as her mouth filled with my saliva. She looked completely at a loss.
"Swallow."
At the command to swallow, the owner, who had been at a loss, squeezed her eyes shut and gulped down the saliva filling her mouth.
I could hear her swallowing.
"Ugh, huh?"
The owner’s eyes widened.
"Th-this... what is...? This, it's strange..."
"Is it tasty?"
"Ta-taste...? The taste... I don't know..."
"Then eat more."
I fed more saliva to the owner, who opened her mouth again. Saliva flowed down her long tongue. The owner, eyes wide, flicked her tongue and struggled to eat more.
I pinched her nipples, which had hardened to their limit.
As I gripped the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled, the owner struggled.
"No..! You can't..! Nooooo..."
"Why not?"
"No... why? No... no... why? Why? Ugh...? You can't... uh...?"
Her words trailed off.
As she let out sounds filled with confusion, I kept pulling at her breasts. I pinched her nipples, pressed down on them, and hit or pulled at her chest. Her breasts were soon bruised and red. However, as time passed, moans began to emerge before screams.
Plop. Drip-drip.
The fluid flowing from between the owner's legs had already soaked the floor. A puddle mixed with yellow urine and transparent sexual fluid had formed.
Her legs trembled as if she had lost all strength, and sticky fluid continued to flow from between her legs. Her limp body hung, half-relying on the leash.
"..."
What should I do?
The owner was drooling saliva and sexual fluid with a dazed look in her eyes. The thought crossed my mind to throw her on the floor right here and fuck her.
She had a small body. A small body that could be lifted with one hand and used like an onahole. The tight pussy proportional to that body would surely feel good, and no one would say anything if I ate her here. But—
"A cat wasn't in the plan."
—I still had no intention of raising a cat.
What I intended to raise was a puppy, not a cat. She might always be in heat, crawl on all fours, and enjoy it when I fuck her, but the appearance would be different. I was going to choose a bitch a little bigger than this one for my puppy.
"I should stop here."
It was almost 2:00 PM anyway.
I was hungry, so I should head back today.
"Eek, hugh... heugh..."
When I pulled my finger out from between her neck and the leash, the owner’s body lost its strength and went limp. Her body, collapsed over the sticky fluid, was trembling.
"Well, she's quite cute."
After removing the leash from the owner's neck, I tossed the torn clothes roughly over her body and left the shop.
The sun was still hot. Feeling the gathering gazes, I walked back home with quick strides.
"Hugh...!"
A stream of cold water drenched my body.
It washed over my massive chest, my slim waist and navel, and then over the huge cock between my legs. A droplet of water that had formed on the large glans fell off.
I wiped off the water with a towel and put on a large bathrobe. The fluffy robe wrapped around my smooth skin.
"Should I eat some pizza?"
I opened a delivery app on my phone and ordered pizza. A total of five pies, 280,000 won, was charged.
Two leashes were lying on the living room table. Red and blue. The black one was covered in sexual fluid, so it was being washed and dried.
"I need to find a puppy..."
I had looked at people on the street while going to and from the pet supply store, but I hadn't found a puppy I liked. I felt like something was missing.
"Well, I'll look until tomorrow, and if there's nothing, I'll just bring a cat."
There’s plenty of time.
It’s not like I need a pet right this second; it’s just something I decided to do on a whim. It would be nice if I had one, but it’s not like I’ll die if I don't.
Well, that’s that. Isn't it about time for the pizza to arrive?
Ding-dong—
Right on cue, the bell rang.
I rose from the sofa and opened the door to see a blonde woman holding five pizza boxes.
"Hmm?"
The delivery person with golden hair didn't come inside even though I’d opened the door. She stood frozen in place, clutching the pizza boxes to her chest.
"Excuse me?"
"E-eh? Th-that... uh?"
Her face turned red, and I saw an expression bordering on shock. The delivery person’s eyes were fixed on the front of my open bathrobe. More precisely, on my cock. Looking closely, the delivery person’s breathing was also ragged.
"Ah."
Now that I think about it, I didn't ventilate the room.
Taking the pizza from the delivery person, who was standing there blankly with saliva dripping from her mouth, I set it down on the floor and quickly scanned her body.
She was about as tall as my chest. Roughly 170cm. Her hair was golden, and her eyes were blue, suggesting she was either mixed-race or a foreigner. She was fairly well-developed, with large breasts and hips, and wide pelvis. Her face had a gentle, cute quality that resembled a puppy.
Hmm. I’ve decided.
"Uh...?"
I grabbed the delivery person’s arm and pulled her into the house.
With a beep-beep-beep sound, the door locked.
The puppy had found me on its own.