The Pet's Morning After
A woman rubbed her cheek against the soft blanket covering her face, purring like a cat. "... Mmm..." The sheets smelled freshly laundered. Her stomach felt a little off, but everything else was crisp and light. Or maybe just refreshed... Her body felt weightless. "Haaah..." Yesterday had been the company dinner, so today was an afternoon shift. She could laze around for a while longer. The forced after-work drinks at least came with the small mercy of a late start the next day. "... My head..."
But... was that a delicious smell? She pushed herself up, head throbbing, and swayed for a moment before the aroma drifting in from beyond the door pulled her to her feet. She stretched, arms high.
Only then did the unfamiliar furniture register. This place had the same layout as her apartment, yet it clearly wasn't hers. At the same time, memories of last night flooded back in vivid, unstoppable sequence.
"Hic...!" She startled, suddenly aware of what she was wearing. No wonder her body felt so light. Instead of her own clothes, she had on training shorts she'd never seen before and an oversized black hoodie—nothing underneath. She yanked the hood down and sniffed frantically, but the sticky traces of last night's pleasure were gone. Only the clean scent of body wash remained.
...Had he washed her and dressed her? Carried her to bed and tucked her in too? That would explain the fresh feeling.
"Aah... augh..." She flopped back onto the mattress, face burning from the moment she woke. If the alcohol had blacked anything out she might have been spared, but no—she remembered every detail after her own ridiculous suggestion. The alcohol had actually worn off, leaving everything painfully clear. His solid, masculine body, the way he'd reacted so sensitively to her touch despite his build... it had been oddly cute. And those hands. Large, rough, unmistakably a man's hands.
"...Gulp." She'd come undone from just one of those fingers. He was from another team, but still a team leader and her senior. She'd built their relationship by helping the new guy. Last time she'd already shown him an embarrassing side while drunk... and now again...
"But still..." It had felt incredible. Nothing like touching herself. Unlike masturbation where she controlled the pace, once his thick arm locked around her, he kept going even after she came, scraping over every oversensitive spot until she squirted again and again.
Knock knock.
"Eek...!"
"Yerin-ssi, are you awake? Breakfast is ready..."
Her lower body clenched on reflex, thighs pressing together and twisting. The moment she heard his voice, everything from last night came rushing back—her pride as a senior, her dignity as a woman, all of it crumbling at the sound of that voice. Yet somehow... the way it kept breaking her down felt so good. So good that she'd deliberately made vulgar noises, pushed her body against him, guided his hand between her legs. Every time her carefully built status and image shattered, the pleasure only grew sharper. It was like being freed from long restraint, like finally releasing years of pent-up lust with a single touch. She'd wanted to go mad from it. So she'd kept provoking him, and he'd forced that gentle gaze to harden, scolding her while he did it. Each time she fell lower, each time another piece of her reputation cracked away to reveal something vulgar underneath, her heart pounded wildly and begged for more. More. More.
"...Yerin-ssi?"
"Huh...? Wait, just a second... I'll be right out!"
Footsteps retreated from the door. The first thing she felt was disappointment. Last night, using Nine Tail's pheromones as an excuse, she'd clung to his solid arm, wrapped her fingers around that thick, burning heat, and let him pound into her aching core as much as she wanted. But it still hadn't been enough. Even after she'd come over and over, soaking his living-room floor, her body had known it needed more. She knew exactly why. The way that cock had throbbed hot and heavy right under her palm, the way it swelled and twitched. The thick, addictive scent that had fogged her mind. And when he came—thick, sticky ropes of white spurting out in powerful jets, splattering across her face and body with that intense, filthy smell...
"Nngh... I know this is wrong..." Being treated like a pet or an object had felt good. When his eyes looked down on her like she was nothing but a cheap female, she'd shivered. When he whispered cold, disappointed words in her ear, she'd climaxed from the thrill alone.
"...I know it's wrong..." With one word she could make anyone obey her. Yet because she held that absolute power, that status, everything... the disappointment in his eyes whenever she broke and lost to her own lust only made her happier. It was a twisted, thoroughly indecent joy. Everyone always moved according to her commands... so what would happen if the opposite occurred? She'd never really imagined it until now. But when he forcibly pinned her down, roughly kneaded her body however he pleased, and kept driving into her without mercy, she'd felt something she'd never been able to obtain alone.
At first it had simply been exhaustion from years of leading a team. She'd vaguely wanted the kind of ordinary relationship people her age had. Her interest in him had been nothing more than him being a decent candidate for that little game. His somewhat foolish kindness that put others first, his well-built body that didn't seem like he worked out on purpose, his decent face, his height that matched her tastes... Honestly, the height difference had made her heart flutter a little. Anyway, there hadn't been any men around, and then a promising new hire had caught her eye. It was the same feeling as wanting something you couldn't have. Then they'd gone on one date, made a mistake, shared a slightly honest conversation. She'd thought he seemed like a much better guy than expected, and that was when the greed had started. Until yesterday morning, that was really all it had been. But then...
Click. Thud.
"Ah... so you came out."
"...You told me to."
When she opened the door, he looked restless, eyes darting over her while his hand awkwardly gestured toward the running washing machine. Last night he'd been so rough, yet now he was acting completely submissive.
"You washed me...?"
"Um... Do you remember what happened last night?"
"..."
If this were the old her, before she'd tasted this pleasure, she would've lied and said she didn't remember. He could read her true feelings with his ability anyway, so the lie would be exposed immediately. As team leader she could've threatened him not to eavesdrop and forced him to pretend. But...
"...Yeah. I remember everything."
Relief colored his face at the keyword that could somehow gloss over the situation, but she felt a little sorry. Actually, not sorry at all.
"Not sorry, huh...?"
"But we did things last night that even lovers would be embarrassed about, didn't we?"
"..."
His expression stiffened. For some reason, that made her want to laugh. Ah... she really shouldn't... Right now she felt incredibly ashamed, humiliated, mortified... yet just as thrilled and excited. She was dangerously close to getting wet again.
"...!? Cough, cough."
"You'll take responsibility, right?"
"...Responsibility..."
She'd clearly said this was just them helping each other, that it was all because of Nine Tail's pheromones. It would've been understandable if he'd been shocked by her suddenly demanding responsibility, but she knew he wouldn't refuse. He was too kind for that. He wouldn't be able to say no.
He nodded quietly after reading her thoughts. Watching him accept so easily made her strangely excited. Her heart raced. The fact that he could see every selfish, vulgar thought in her head... this was...
"Don't worry. I'm not asking you to date me or anything like that." It was just a request that they continue having these secret meetings together from now on. A request filled with sincerity... and a little mercy on her part. "...You wouldn't refuse, would you?"
"Ugh, aah... Yerin-ssi, I did something wrong...!"
"No. You didn't do anything wrong." On the contrary, she was grateful. He was perfect for this. From now on he would go along with her, and his considerate nature would understand and respect this secret indulgence.
"Right?"
"..."
"Please take care of me. And we agreed to drop the formal speech when we're alone, remember?"
"...Yeah."
Ah... but she couldn't enjoy this all by herself.
"...?"
"Yesterday felt amazing." She should give him this much lip service occasionally.
"...Soup. Ah, I made bean sprout soup. For your hangover... Want some?"
So that was the delicious smell. He'd been making hangover soup. Maybe he still felt guilty about last night? She'd already told him... she'd enjoyed it. Still, she couldn't refuse the kindness he'd put into preparing it.
"Sure. My clothes are in the washing machine too, right? I'll stay until they're dry." "...Yeah. Sorry for washing you without asking."
"It's fine. Yesterday you got my face and body all dirty with that thick stuff of yours. Was I heavy to wash?"
"Thick... ahem." She'd been completely defenseless, passed out after coming countless times, exhausted and collapsed... and he'd washed every inch of her body. Last night they'd both come as much as they wanted. Later he'd grabbed her hand around his cock and jerked himself off roughly, finishing all over her stomach... her chest... without holding back.
...The situation was pretty intense. It was like he'd washed a used sex toy. Somehow it made her shiver.
"I was pretty much sober while washing you...! I tried not to look too much. And... you weren't heavy."
"You came plenty yesterday too, right?"
"Came... well... ahem, thanks to you... I guess..."
Watching him blush and avoid her eyes, she wondered how the man who'd spent last night trampling her pride so thoroughly could look this embarrassed now.
"That was because of the pheromones too!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"And... your face is red right now too, you know?"
"Yeah, I'm really embarrassed... Still, aren't you curious?"
She met his wavering gaze and whispered inside her heart. Aren't you curious? How far I'll fall into depravity, how vulgar I'll become, how lewd, how filthy...
"...How low I'll go."
Just saying those words to the man who'd told her yesterday morning that he admired her made her thighs tremble. More than worrying about dirtying the borrowed clothes, she was hoping he'd throw some humiliating words at her.
"..."
Ah... that expression, that look in his eyes. Like he'd picked up something incredibly troublesome.
"Nngh... This is the best."