Risk Level 7: Dorothy
"Nero, I'm home."
Just like any other day, I returned from work and headed straight for the front door. Even before I could pull it open, the mouthwatering aroma of dinner greeted me. The moment I stepped inside, Nero welcomed me with her signature charming eye-smile and naturally took my coat.
"Welcome back, Master. What did I make today, you ask?"
"Hmm… I wonder. It smells amazing, though."
Feeling drained, I figured a hearty meal was exactly what I needed. Drawn in by the scent, I started toward the kitchen without even washing up—only for Nero to gently stop me.
"Wash your hands and feet first. Sniff, sniff… Don't tell me you let that woman suck on you again?"
"Ah… well, I think she's gotten upset because of the sounds you make every night."
"Hmph."
There was no way Nero could miss the scent clinging to me after Scarlet had pounced on me again on the way home. Thankfully, Yerin had been too busy treating our backseat antics as some kind of neglect-play to notice… or maybe "thankfully" wasn't the right word. Either way, she was another ticking time bomb I needed to defuse before she broke any further.
After a quick wash, I followed the delicious smell to the dining table, where Nero was already seated, utensils neatly laid out, waiting for me. She wore the same black dress that didn't quite match the domestic apron, just like when she first took human form—yet the mismatch itself was oddly moving. The only real difference now was the absence of her cute cat ears and tail.
"I made it with ingredients that are supposed to be good for men. How is it?"
"Ah… yeah, thanks."
Seasoned grilled eel, a mountain of chives and raw garlic on the side, and a cup filled to the brim with a deep red drink—probably bokbunja, even though I hadn't tasted it yet.
"You looked a little worn out lately, so I studied hard."
"I see. Thanks, I'll enjoy it."
Honestly, what I needed most was simple rest and sleep, not this. Every single item on the table was famous for boosting stamina, which made it obvious she planned to wring me dry again tonight. When I sat down, her eyes slowly heated up as she stared at me, and her tail swayed gently—clear signs she was focused entirely on me.
"Hey, Master, how about this?"
At first I thought she was asking about the food.
"It's really delici—"
But when I looked up to answer, the black dress she had been wearing vanished in an instant, leaving only the apron. A naked apron. So this was what she'd been aiming for all along. I'd let my guard down.
"…"
"Speechless? Ehehe…"
"It looks… really delicious."
I had been enjoying the carefully prepared meal, but now I felt drool for an entirely different reason. The sight of her wearing nothing but that single apron—barely covering the most embarrassing places—was somehow more arousing than full nudity. My pants were already straining. Part of it was thanks to the meal Nero had prepared, but today…
"Sorry, Nero. I've got something really important to talk about, so… this might be a bit difficult."
"Huh…?"
Normally it would be hard to talk Nero down when she'd gone this far, but today's circumstances were different.
"It's about your former master."
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"You sit in front!"
"What are you even saying, you stupid cat? You were quiet yesterday, but then you went at it until late again."
"Sh-shut up! How am I supposed to keep my hands off when he's right next to me?"
'If there's any fault here, it's Master's fault for smelling so good.'
That was straight-up criminal logic. Still, when she squirmed under the blanket and pressed that pleasant body against me, I couldn't resist touching her either—so I shared some of the blame.
Leaving the two of them bickering about who would sit in the back, I slid into the passenger seat. It felt like ages since I'd last seen Yerin's face.
"…Huh? I thought you'd all sit in the back together."
"It's cramped. Besides, weren't you feeling lonely?"
"Well… I'm a good girl, so I was waiting properly while getting everything ready."
'So it really is part of the play?'
No.
"Getting ready…? What do you mean?"
"…You know, the thing we talked about…"
"…?"
Talked about? What talk?
"Making me say something so embarrassing even at a time like this… pretending not to know is too mean…"
"No, I really—"
"The thing we discussed last time… about preparing for the back, Master."
"…"
I knew she wasn't just talking about doggy style. "Back" definitely meant something else. Yerin had brought it up first, and I'd admitted I was interested, but… the area below my seatbelt suddenly felt strangely tense. I really didn't understand why there were so many women around me who couldn't wait to squeeze me dry.
"Who gave you permission to call him Master? He's my master!"
"Nero?!"
Nero, who had only just noticed I'd already taken the front seat, climbed into the back. Luckily, she hadn't caught the earlier part of the conversation. Yerin was the weird one—if Nero had heard that, she would've insisted we do the exact same thing, no matter how unreasonable it was.
Things with Nero were like a passionate newlywed couple; we got hot and heavy everywhere in the house—kitchen, living room, even the entrance—whenever our eyes met. But still… it felt a little too soon for that.
"Why are you so surprised, Master? What were you two talking about?"
"Ah, nothing…"
I was about to get grilled when Scarlet saved me.
"Get in already. Because of you, the Counselor almost ran away."
"Kyaa?!"
Scarlet kicked Nero's butt—still half-hanging out of the car—and shoved her inside. Nero yelped, clutching her rear with both hands and baring her teeth. A sharp tension crackled between them.
"What's with those kiss marks you left so obviously? Don't tell me you're copying me?"
"As if. Why would I copy your impatience?"
"Ha. You're the one who's anxious. If you can't satisfy him at night, he gets all twitchy the moment I get close."
That was a little different, Scarlet. If it was just sitting next to me, maybe, but the moment she pulled my pants down and buried her face there, the feeling of her red hair brushing my thighs and those sticky lips… Anyway, any healthy man would stand right up. I couldn't resist.
"Unlike some people, I don't make things hard for Master in the morning when he's trying to go to work."
"You talk big. The one who keeps him up until dawn thinks that, huh?"
"That… can't be helped! We sleep in the same bed every night!"
"…"
Scarlet's jealous inner voice muttered something about how enviable that was, and the mood seemed to tilt slightly in Nero's favor.
"Counselor."
"Ah… yes?"
"Between me and this clumsy cat, who feels better? Obviously me, right?"
Of course Scarlet wouldn't back down. She turned to me with that ridiculous question, then immediately flashed a lewd expression and licked her upper lip with that sticky tongue. My body reacted on instinct, heat pooling below. But asking who felt better… even if I knew the answer, there was no way I could say it out loud.
"Yeah, hurry up and tell us, Master! It's me, right? I feel better, don't I?"
Even Nero joined in, and now I had nowhere left to run.
"…"
Then I noticed Yerin's profile as she drove. The corner of her mouth twitched like she found the whole situation amusing.
"I…"
She was the type who got wet just from being treated like an old rag, so she looked oddly peaceful, as if none of this concerned her. Maybe that was why the answer that slipped out of me chose neither of them.
"I guess doing it with Yerin feels the best after all."
"?!"
Screeeech—!
She slammed on the brakes in shock, but we'd just entered the museum grounds, so no car was following us. Lucky. If I'd picked one of the jealous pair, the winner would be happy while the loser would be hurt and resentful. And saying both felt equally good clearly wasn't going to fly. The only option left was to pick neither.
"Wait, what do you—hiiik?!"
Suddenly dragged into the war, Yerin looked both delighted and flustered at being chosen. She glanced at me, then shrank under the murderous glares Nero and Scarlet were shooting at her from the side. Of course, I was receiving the exact same spine-chilling stares.
"Hee… So that's how it is. I don't know how that scrawny girl manages to please Master so much, but whatever."
"Scrawny…"
"Can you even grab them? Counselor, you like squeezing my big breasts from behind, don't you?"
"They… fit in my hands just fine…"
They were tearing into her complex pretty hard, but even while her pride was being trampled, Yerin trembled with a twisted smile, lips lightly bitten, clearly creeped out by the rude treatment from strangers. This was bad. Really bad.
"Hoo… huhu. Say whatever you want. In the end, the one Woong chose was me, right? So those big, inconvenient, heavy breasts were useless after all. I'm not jealous at all."
She added a few unnecessary extra lines. Using Yerin as a sandbag was a bit much, but it seemed like the right call. Proof: the sparks flying from Nero's and Scarlet's eyes were now aimed squarely at Yerin instead of each other.
I wasn't sure what would happen later, but… at this rate, maybe the best thing really was just to let it be. Yeah. Good things are good.