Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Our Bitch Doesn't Bite!
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I followed the head maid out to the mansion entrance, leading Yoo Narae along with her.
Finally, the last ritual.
Right before ditching the plain collar and fastening the cognitive dissonance dog collar around the bitch's neck, the head maid spoke up.
"Just so you know, even after you put the collar on, she'll still look like a person to you, Counselor."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. So... if the two of you happen to lock eyes and, uh... you know... do that sort of thing, it'll look like 'bestiality' to everyone else."
"...What did you say?"
My expression froze in an instant.
Why did this warning feel so off?
Lecherous imaginings slithered into my mind unbidden.
The moment the word 'bestiality' echoed in my ears, Yoo Narae beside me crouched down to the ground like a real bitch in heat, her body trembling.
Her tail wagged gently, her hips bucking, as if she truly believed herself to be a dog.
I cleared my throat to steady myself.
This was therapy.
For her potential as an S-Rank Hunter, and for the good of the nation.
It was the only way to satisfy her exhibitionism.
...Or so I told myself as I dropped to one knee.
Eye level with her.
As I rolled the cold, gleaming metal collar between my fingers, a pang of self-awareness hit me—I must look like a pervert deep into owner-pet play. But it was too late to back out now.
I held out the collar and asked,
"Alright then, bitch. You ready?"
She panted heavily, her eyes glistening wet.
"Yes! Pant pant... Your bitch is always ready to breed whenever Master gives the word!"
...Well, that level of loyalty was something to take positively, at least.
I stroked her head and unfastened the plain collar.
In its place, I fastened the new cognitive dissonance dog collar engraved with 'Yoo Narae'.
And then.
She still looked human to me, unchanged, but the head maid let out a gasp.
"Oh my! She's really turned into a dog now!"
"She looks the same to me."
"To me, she looks like a red-furred Siberian Husky! You know, those big Russian breeds."
The head maid stroked Yoo Narae admiringly.
It was just like doting on a real pet dog.
"Oh, even the texture feels so real. Like petting a fluffy furball."
"It's bare skin in reality, but that's how it feels to you?"
"Whine... Master talking about my fur makes me shy... Your bitch works hard to groom it just to get Master's praise..."
Her face flushed beet red as she subtly lifted her armpit with her fingers to show it off.
The smooth, well-maintained white skin gleamed, and I swallowed hard without meaning to.
'Damn... that's hot...'
But preparations were complete now.
Time for Yoo Narae's first outdoor exposure walk—
"Ah, wait a second!"
The head maid called out urgently right then.
"B-But to me, that Husky looks like... she's wearing women's underwear right now?"
"Wh-What?!"
I couldn't believe my ears.
Cognitive dissonance, wasn't it?
But chewing it over, it made sense.
Cognitive dissonance only made 'people' look like 'animals'—it didn't erase finer details.
So to others, Yoo Narae looked like a bright red-furred Husky... with a black bra and panties bizarrely layered on top.
In other words.
"Miss! You must take off your underwear before going outside. Got it?"
"M-My underwear...? F-For real...?"
"Of course! Otherwise, the counselor becomes a 'perverted bestiality freak dressing a female dog in women's underwear' in an instant!"
A chill sweat trickled down my spine.
A pervert dressing a bitch in underwear... Legally fine maybe, but socially? Career-ending express lane.
Maybe not wanting to saddle her Master—me—with that stigma, Yoo Narae sprang up and didn't just remove her underwear; she tore it off with her hands.
Her bra ripped with a snap, her elastic breasts bouncing free.
Pink nipples protruded like cherries, areolas flushed red like freshly ripened fruit.
She strained her thigh muscles to shred her panties too, exposing her crotch completely. True to her word, her grooming was impeccable—just a neatly trimmed landing strip.
'Damn... way too explicit...'
I instinctively held my breath, but I couldn't stop the scene.
Intervene now?
Yeah, instant bestiality confirmation.
In the end, Yoo Narae returned nude and knelt again.
She dropped into all fours, her shaky breaths brushing the ground.
Only then did realization dawn on her—what she'd done.
Exposing her naked body in front of a man, her 'Master' no less. Her face turned apple-red, steam practically rising from her head.
"M-Master... Is... is my body pretty?"
At a time like this?
Yoo Narae desperately positioned her fluffy tail to barely cover her privates.
But even that felt deliberate.
Gaps peeked through the fur, flashing white glimpses.
Like she was exposing what should be hidden, every breeze making secret curves sparkle and snag my gaze.
Her upturned eyes burned crimson, ready to devour me.
She didn't want simple affirmation.
A naked bitch craved her 'Master's' direct verdict: that her body was lewdly beautiful.
It was her pride as a bitch, her ultimate reward.
As a man and a doctor, I hesitated to answer.
What to say? I pondered briefly.
"Miss, I don't think you need to hear it from the counselor."
The head maid, crouched nearby, chimed in.
Her gaze wasn't on my face—but my crotch.
My pants were bulging with heat.
She playfully pointed at my lower half.
"Look. That's your answer."
"......!"
Before she finished, Yoo Narae flushed hot and barked wildly, mouth agape: "Woof woof woof!"
A bitch's joyful cry, thrill and pleasure intertwined.
Even on a weekday morning, Seoul's bustling downtown hummed with energy.
Not as crowded as a weekend swarm, but cars lined the roads, and pedestrians' stares locked onto us.
Of course, no one saw me parading a naked woman.
Cognitive dissonance.
Still, those prickling gazes chilled my spine every time.
The cause was obvious.
The massive Siberian Husky with pinkish fur gleaming beside me, crawling along.
A pink large breed to others.
But not to me.
Every seductive tail wag made her smooth hips dance below.
Droplets—sweat or something more intimate—trickled down her thighs, pattering the ground.
Crawling on all fours ahead of me, she was unmistakably nude bitch Yoo Narae.
Honestly, my eyes kept drifting there.
Her glossy inner thighs, sweat trickling through that neatly groomed slit—it evoked something else entirely.
But I held back.
I was her doctor first, man second.
And now, in the heart of lively Seoul streets, she crawled on all fours ahead, following me.
The cognitive dissonance collar glinted on her neck, doggy whines leaking nonstop from her lips.
"Bitch... no, Narae. Having fun?"
"Woof!"
"Good girl. We'll play fetch with the frisbee at the park soon."
"Pant pant... woof woof woof!"
'Bitch' slipped out naturally, but in public, I stuck to 'Narae' for appearances.
Just like that, tail wagging as she crawled ahead, we arrived at the park.
"Woof woof!"
"Grrr..."
"Yip yip yip!"
The park was doggy heaven.
Weekday morning: kids at school, the open field filled with romping dogs.
Nearby benches held clusters of aunties deep in gossip.
"Whoa, lots of dogs here."
I'd planned frisbee, but with this many, it'd be chaos.
As I considered another park, an aunty spoke up.
"Oh my, out for a dog walk?"
"Uh? Oh, yeah..."
The bench group jumped up and swarmed me.
Their eyes sparkled like they'd spotted fresh male meat.
"Perfect timing. We're walking our babies too~."
"Goodness, this one's huge! Solo owner? What a beast."
"What breed? Pink Husky? Huskies come in that color?"
"More importantly, that body's ripped... You work out? If you're around here often, we're ex-badminton club... "
...Damn.
Aunties' curious stares and questions poured from all sides.
Like a museum exhibit.
The real issue: despite dissonance, Yoo Narae was naked-crawling.
Couldn't linger with a crowd.
I smiled awkwardly, edging back—
"Grrrrrr...!"
Yoo Narae flipped.
All fours spread wide, drool dripping, fangs bared.
Her eyes no longer human.
"Eek?!"
"H-Hey... is that dog baring teeth at us?"
"N-Narae! What's wrong?!"
She wasn't a lewd bitch anymore—a rabid killer hound.
Aunties recoiled in terror; other dogs tucked tails, trembling.
But the real problem came next.
Her sweat-soaked crotch ground furiously against my bulging pants.
"Nng... nng nng!"
With each tail shake, wet flesh slid over fabric, soaking my crotch glossy.
My breath caught; to onlookers, it screamed beyond 'playful'.
"Oh dear, the dog... doing that... so vulgar..."
"Right? That young man, with his dog...?"
"Heard him call it earlier—like a girl's name? Narae, yeah?"
"Yeah, Narae... girl's name. Oh god, is he... 'that'?"
Aunties' stares fixed on my pants.
A fit man crossing the pet-owner line—unforgivable in human society.
Imaginings spiraled lewder; cursing inwardly, I barely squeezed through the gap, tears in my eyes, mustard-bitter escape.