Bitch Aptitude Test (3): Disqualified as Human, Certified as a Bitch

Clutching the pledge in her hands, Eunsol panted with excitement. She could say with absolute certainty that this was one of the happiest moments of her entire life. For context, the other happiest moments of her life were when she first met her Master, when she surrendered her virginity to him, and when she was finally recognized as a bitch. Anything else? The past twenty years of her life? None of that mattered anymore. Of course, her past competitiveness and passion for studying had gotten her into this academy for university prep, so those traits weren't entirely useless. But serving her Master was her destiny, an absolute inevitability. The last two hours were infinitely more precious and valuable than the entire twenty years of her life combined.

With sparkling eyes, she read through the contents of the pledge.

It was a completely insane document, but Eunsol, now a brainwashed bitch, blushed furiously, barely able to calm her pounding heart. The pledge demanded everything she had ever wanted. No, it wasn't a demand. To Eunsol, this pledge was a golden opportunity to surrender her entire being—a chance that might never come again in her lifetime.

She took out the pen she had brought and wrote her name in the designated blank. However, she hesitated when it came to the signature. Her signature was something she had created back when she was an arrogant human walking around on two legs, completely ignorant of her true nature. Would it be appropriate for a mere bitch like her to use a signature from her human days? Wouldn't that be incredibly presumptuous? As she agonized over this dilemma—

"Right. You'll need this." Saying so, Jiho pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was a small container, smaller than the palm of a hand. When he opened it, a sweet aroma wafted out. It was a pink liquid, too thin to be stamp pad ink but too viscous to be regular ink. It was an invention created by one of Jiho's other slaves. It was harmless to the human body, didn't mix easily with other fluids, and could be wiped away effortlessly after a few minutes. It was the perfect ink optimized for this exact situation.

Eunsol respectfully accepted the container with both hands.

"Thank you, Master...♥"

She was about to press her thumb into the ink to leave a thumbprint, but she froze. A thumbprint was also something a human would do. It didn't suit a submissive bitch like her at all. She stared blankly at her thumb. Then, instead of stamping her thumb on the pledge, she smeared the pink ink onto her lips. Even if her brain didn't fully comprehend it, her body instinctively knew what to do. Bowing deeply over the pledge lying on the floor, she pressed her lips right next to her written name.

With a soft, wet sound, a vivid pink lip print was left on the paper. But when Eunsol lifted her head, her lips parted in dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough. While a kiss mark asserted her identity as a bitch far better than a thumbprint ever could, this alone didn't give her the profound sense of fulfillment that came with surrendering her entire body and soul to her Master. Moreover, Jiho's expression suggested he was waiting for something more.

As she pursed her lips, a sudden realization struck her.

"Ah... Ah!"

Her eyes widened in awe as the truth dawned on her. She understood now. She knew exactly what was missing. A lip print was just a signature that anyone could leave. The true fingerprint of a breeding bitch had to be...

Shifting her posture from her knees, she squatted down and slathered the pink ink all over her palm. Then, she rubbed her ink-covered hand directly over her pussy.

"Ah...!"

The mere touch made her body shudder with pleasure, though it was incredibly mild compared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the ecstasy her Master could inflict. She worried that the semen and arousal fluids still leaking from her would wash the ink away, but the ink had been specially formulated for this exact scenario, so it didn't mix easily. Once her entire pussy was coated in pink, Eunsol waddled forward in her squatting position and hovered directly over the signature line on the paper. She looked up at Jiho, her eyes completely glazed over with lust.

"Master...♥"

Finally, she could offer him everything in earnest. Drunk on ecstasy, she lowered her hips.

"Thank you for turning Eunsol into your personal bitch..."

Squish. When she lifted her hips again, a perfect pink print of her pussy was stamped onto the pledge. Staring at the seal, Eunsol trembled violently. Her body, mind, and soul overflowed with a thrilling rush of pleasure. Even if this physical pledge were to disappear, this vivid mark would remain engraved in Eunsol's heart forever. It was the ultimate proof that she was no longer human, but a bitch belonging solely to Jiho.

"Hehe... Hehehe...♥"

She giggled, hugging the pledge tightly to her chest. Now, as long as she was never abandoned, she could live a blissful, fulfilling life as a submissive bitch forever. This pledge was her lifelong treasure. The moment she got back to her room, she was going to find a frame and hang it proudly on her wall.

Watching her, Jiho tilted his head.

"Now, it's time to do your duty as a real bitch."

Eunsol immediately dropped to her knees.

"Yes, Master♥ I will clean your cock♥"

Puckering her lips, she pressed them against the tip of his glans, right over his urethra, making loud, wet kissing noises.

Mwah. Slurp. Smooch. Suck.

At first, it was just her lips touching him, but gradually her mouth parted wider, engulfing more of his flesh. Finally, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, slowly sliding his semi-flaccid shaft past her lips.

"Mmh... Nnh... Slurp...♥"

Earlier, he had grabbed her hair and used her mouth as a mere receptacle for his pleasure, but now, she was doing this entirely of her own free will.

"Suck... Gulp... Mmh... Ahh...♥"

Heat flared up again in her body, which had only just begun to cool down. With his thick shaft blocking the back of her throat, she panted heavily through her nose, her hot breath brushing against ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Jiho's lower abdomen. Yet, the stimulation Jiho felt was nothing compared to the intense, overwhelming satisfaction Eunsol experienced as a submissive bitch.

Drip. Drip. A mixture of semen, arousal fluids, and the melting pink ink dripped down from between her thighs, pooling on the floor in a filthy mess. Forgetting that she was supposed to be just cleaning him, Eunsol reached down with one hand to pinch and tug at her own nipples.

"Mmmh... Hngh... Slurp... Gulp...♥"

Simply cleaning his cock was enough to push her over the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠edge. Squeezing her eyes shut, her entire body shuddered in a quiet climax. The vibrations humming deep in her throat tickled his shaft. Jiho tapped her head with his fingertips. At his signal, Eunsol reluctantly slid his cock out from the depths of her throat, looking thoroughly disappointed.

Schlich. Pop.

But she didn't stop there. Extending her long tongue, she licked away the remaining fluids from his shaft. She used her tongue, mouth, and throat to thoroughly clean off every trace of semen and juices. However, his cock was now glistening with her thick saliva, making it hard to call it truly "clean." Watching his shaft swell into a rock-hard erection once more, Eunsol licked her lips.

"Master...♥"

Eunsol crawled onto the desk, reaching back with both hands to pull her butt cheeks wide apart. Her dripping, soaked pussy and her pale pink anus glistened under the classroom lights.

Squish.

Her hot, twitching back-pussy puckered invitingly. Thanks to the system reset, her rear was already fully prepared for penetration. Of course, Eunsol had no memory of that reset, but she simply rationalized it to herself: As a bitch, it's only natural that any of my holes can be used freely.

"Please use Eunsol's body however you want... You can use my back-pussy as much as you like, too♥"

With her eyes half-closed, her tongue flicking out like a snake, and her hips swaying seductively, she was the very picture of a depraved bitch fulfilling her duty to tempt her master. Jiho let out a soft chuckle. She had sucked him so passionately when he only asked her to clean him—so this was her goal all along.

Normally, it was rare for a brainwashed subject to display her desires so blatantly. It made sense, though; given her high individual resistance and the fact that the brainwashing method used on her was a couple of generations outdated, her ego was bound to manifest more easily. Compared to his other, more docile bitches, she was a bit cheeky, but she was trying her absolute best to act cute and win his favor. There was no harm in indulging her a little.

He raised his open palm and swung.

Spank!

"Ahhh!"

Every time his palm struck her flesh, a shiver of pure pleasure shot up her spine, forcing a sweet moan from her lips.

"Indeed. It would be a waste to stop after just one round."

Saying so, Jiho lightly stroked his rock-hard shaft.

"Mmmh...♥"

Eunsol's face flushed with anticipation and excitement.

However—

Creak.

The classroom door slid open, and a woman poked her head inside.

"Master..."

It was a woman dressed in a reverse bunny girl outfit—Eunsol's homeroom teacher. Normally, a mere horny rabbit like her would never dare interrupt her Master's playtime, but today she had been granted the honor of acting as his temporary secretary. As his secretary, she couldn't simply stand by and let her Master's schedule fall into disarray.

"It is almost time for you to depart."

Realizing the time, Jiho glanced at the clock on the wall. There were less than ten minutes left before his next appointment. He gave Eunsol's buttocks a rough squeeze before pulling up his underwear and trousers.

"Sorry, but we're out of time. Let's do this later."

"Ah..."

A sound of pure despair escaped Eunsol's lips, as if her entire world had just collapsed. She knew instinctively that her Master's "later" was a vague, distant promise—an opportunity that might never come again. In truth, even this encounter had been a near-miraculous fluke, brought about only because her exceptional looks and unique circumstances had piqued his curiosity.

She asked frantically, "When you say later... when exactly do you mean?"

Eunsol's homeroom teacher frowned at her insolent tone, but she didn't dare reprimand her in front of Jiho.

"Well," Jiho murmured, pondering for a moment before shrugging. "How about when you prove to be a useful bitch to me, rather than just a pretty face?"

A useful bitch. Eunsol's expression darkened at those words. Right now, her only utility lay in her beautiful face, her usable body, and her absolute loyalty. But those were the bare minimum traits that literally every female student in this academy possessed. Excellent grades? Scoring a perfect score on the CSAT was trivial once the academy's brainwashing devices crammed years' worth of knowledge directly into a student's brain. (Though, since having hundreds of perfect scorers emerge from a single academy every year would raise suspicion, they usually calibrated most students to just land in the top tier.) Even if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she used those grades to climb into the upper echelons of society, who knew how many years that would take? To win her Master's favor and attention as quickly as possible, she needed something far greater.

"Ah!"

An idea struck her. She thought of something she possessed that was truly worthy of being offered to Jiho.

With a flushed, ecstatic face, she cried out:

"I'll offer you my parents!"