Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: I Want to Go Naked in the Downtown!
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Peaceful garden terrace.
Under the small, palace-like roof that shaded the sunlight, I sat at the table savoring the tea and pastries brought by the maids.
It felt just like a medieval noble's afternoon tea party. Sipping premium tea on a sunny day while admiring the scenery gave off a real air of elegance.
But the problem was... the 'young lady's seat' right across from me was empty.
The granddaughter of this mansion's owner, Ms. Yoo Narae, wasn't sitting in her chair like a person. Instead, she was squatting on the floor beside me.
And she had her face buried in a specially made dog bowl, chomping away at the kibble using only her mouth—no hands.
"My little bitch... tasty?"
"Hah... hah... Yes, Master! It's so delicious!"
"...You could sit in front of me and have tea with me."
"No, Master! How could a lowly beast pup share a table with a human like you?!"
I sighed inwardly.
Honestly, as a counselor, it was way more comfortable to have the patient sitting across from me for a proper talk.
But Ms. Yoo Narae shook her head firmly, her fox tail swishing as if even my kindness was too lavish for her.
At first, it was just social withdrawal from failing to adapt because she was a beastkin. Then it escalated to sexual deviance like exhibitionism.
Even so, she had elevated me to 'Master' status and embraced this extreme treatment method.
Today was no different.
From midday onward, clad only in underwear with a dog collar she'd put on herself, she greeted me at the front gate like the perfect bitch in heat.
As if there was some desperate reason she needed me, after finishing her meal, she placed both arms on my knees and reared up her upper body.
"Master... Can I tell you about my bitch troubles now?"
I nodded and stroked Ms. Yoo Narae's head.
As if she'd been waiting, she buried her face between my thighs.
"Sniff sniff... Master's cock smell...♥ So fragrant... Ohhh...!"
Her hot breath tickled the bulge at the front of my pants.
Hearts flashed in her red eyes, and drool dripped down the fabric in streams.
"My little bitch..."
I grabbed her collar with one hand to pull her head away, but she only burrowed in deeper.
"Hnnngh♥ Sorry, Master... I've been holding back since earlier... But the smell makes my pussy throb so bad... I can't take it...♥"
Rubbing against my thighs while panting—it was the picture of a bitch in heat.
For a split second, my rational side as a doctor clashed head-on with my instincts as a man.
'Is this therapy or just pervy play...? But the effects are undeniable.'
Finally seeming satisfied, her heavy panting eased a bit.
Ms. Yoo Narae slowly lifted her head to look at me.
Drool still glistened at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were now clear and focused.
"You know... I only got the courage for this side of me because you love it, Master."
"That's right. Your Master knows how suffocating your life has been."
"Sniff... Yeah... Even though I could smell how humans despised and feared me, I struggled to look human. But thanks to you, Master, I found the courage to protect humans again as a hunter."
I nodded.
No one knew the path Ms. Yoo Narae had walked better than I did.
But soon, her gaze wavered, trembling faintly.
"Lately... I've been caught in this dilemma."
"A dilemma?"
"Yes... It's so agonizing and frustrating... I can't focus on hunter work at all!"
Dilemma.
In psychiatric terms, it's the discord from all options being problematic.
Of course, it's not a disorder in itself.
Just your average worry.
But if it drags on for days or months, things change.
It can lead to anxiety, depression, obsession—and eventually evolve into apathy or avoidance, new pathological symptoms.
And Ms. Yoo Narae already had PTSD from the start, coping through her unique sexual outlet of exhibitionism. A severe case.
For her, a dilemma was like gasoline on a fire.
The silver lining? She knew exactly why she was suffering.
If a patient recognizes their own trauma, the therapist just needs to give them a nudge.
'Good. This might resolve quickly.'
I thought, letting out a sigh.
And with each sigh, I absentmindedly stroked the head of the bitch still sniffing at my crotch.
But then.
"Master! I don't want to hide anymore!"
"...Hide what?"
"Walkies! Circling this tiny mansion garden is driving me crazy! I want to be free! As a hunter, I show my strong side, but as a beast, I want to go outside as my true self!!"
...I was the idiot for overthinking it simply.
A cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Meanwhile, as I hesitated for that split second...
Ms. Yoo Narae shoved her face back into my pants, licking tentatively like she was begging her owner's permission. "Please, Master♥"
"Master... Can't we go for walkies outside the mansion too?"
"...My little bitch, even so—that's too much. What if people see?"
"Whine... Master... Are you ashamed of me?!"
No, not ashamed—truth be told, if she weren't my patient, I'd have pinned her down and fucked her senseless right then.
But this wasn't about my horniness.
A man parading a naked woman on a leash in broad daylight?
That's public indecency and indecent exposure, straight up.
If caught, my career's done—straight to the coffin.
And Ms. Yoo Narae upped the ante.
"And... I don't even want underwear anymore! I'm a bitch! I want to go out as I was born, Master!"
...Fine, add another charge.
Level up from underwear to full nude—increased sentence too.
Tears welled in her eyes as she hugged her own breasts, her other hand slyly slipping between her legs.
Medically speaking, textbook exhibitionism.
A patient aroused in a confined space starts craving a 'bigger stage.'
Not the mansion garden, but the bustling heart of the city.
Crawling on all fours with a collar there—that's her real fantasy.
In psychiatry, for extreme cases, there's conditional permission of the paraphilic act.
Treating poison with poison.
Like making an OCD patient touch dirty objects to desensitize their fear.
But exhibitionism is different.
It's not mere preference or play—it directly shatters social norms.
Even I, on our second meeting now, had grown somewhat accustomed to her exposure kink.
Honestly, stripping to underwear and leading her nude around the mansion was doable.
But in public during the day?
Even as a doctor, I had to draw a hard line: "No."
The issue was—
If I told a patient spilling her guts about her painful dilemma, "That's socially forbidden, so no"?
The bitch who trusted only her Master might shatter.
As her doctor, I could only clamp my mouth shut.
Trapped in the same dilemma as her, flailing—right then.
Riiing ring ring.
"...Phone?"
Of all timings. Smack in the middle of scheduled therapy—no way I should answer.
I glanced at the caller ID to hang up... but it was Ms. Yoo Narae's grandmother and my direct superior, Branch Chief Yoo Geumhui.
"Ah, hello? Branch Chief?"
"Oh ho, Counselor Kim Seungbin. You picked up. How's the treatment going?"
Her voice—young yet aged—came through the receiver. I sighed, unsure how to respond.
She took my sigh as answer and chuckled lowly.
"Heh heh heh. Counselor Kim Seungbin. I'm calling because I have something great for you."
"...Something great?"
"Yes. Even an old bat like me thinks of you two. The head maid will bring it shortly—once you get it, all your worries vanish."
Click.
Hung up abruptly.
And as if on cue, the head maid in her ample maid outfit approached with a plate.
"Counselor Kim Seungbin. The Lady of the House insisted I deliver this."
"For... me?"
"Oh, Miss!"
"My, young lady. Such a cute bitch look today. Let me pet your head."
The head maid casually stroked the head of knee-kneeling, panting Ms. Yoo Narae—as if she weren't her own mistress.
Embracing it warmly, affectionately, even calling it cute.
"Ah, our cute young lady. I just want to yank that tail when you're off guard and munch on that furry pussy."
"...?"
For a second, I thought I heard something insane, but I swallowed it.
I took the plate and cautiously lifted the lid.
"...What is this?"
Inside: a plain-looking dog collar.
But engraved clearly on it: 'Yoo Narae.'
As I lifted it, Ms. Yoo Narae wagged her tail under pets, while the head maid swallowed subtly, cleared her throat, and explained.
"It's hunter-exclusive gear. Alters the wearer's perception entirely."
"Alters... perception?"
"Yes. Only beastkin can wear it. The moment it's on, others see not a beastkin, but an actual 'beast.'"
I swallowed hard.
In other words, if Ms. Yoo Narae wore this...
"...People would just see a dog?"
"Yes. Exactly."
My mind reeled as a psychiatrist.
All my worries—public indecency, exposure charges, career ruin—wiped clean by this one collar.
And right before me, Ms. Yoo Narae panted with tongue out, face buried in my bulging pants, waiting eagerly for the collar.
"Master... Let's do 'that,' okay? Do 'that'~ Woof woof!"