Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Master, Let's Do That
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Due to the groundless speculations from those ajummas, I nearly got branded a "beast lover" in an instant.
I barely grabbed Narae by the leash and dragged her along, panting heavily as I ran.
And somehow, at full speed, I finally burst out of the park.
"Pant... Pant... Fuck, that was close...!"
It had been a razor-thin escape.
My career as a doctor—not to mention my dignity as a human—had almost been buried in a single moment.
Come on, does that even make sense?
Just because a dog the size of a person was drooling like a busted faucet and grinding her ass against the bulge in my pants, they jump straight to bestiality?
Sure, you could imagine it. But still!
"Narae... You almost turned your master into a real beast lover back there."
Even as I scolded her breathlessly, Narae woofed innocently and rubbed her face against my thigh.
In the process, she dragged her plump breasts back and forth between my thighs, like she was savoring the wet streaks she was leaving on my leg.
She even licked at the fabric right in front of my groin with the tip of her tongue.
I gritted my teeth and held back.
After all, she was a patient.
I had to play along because she was a patient—that's what I told myself, forcing the rationalization.
"Woof! Woof!"
Seeing her bark insistently for more walking, I finally turned on my heel.
Somehow, we'd ended up at a park with a clear view of the Han River.
"...Nice. Not too crowded here, plenty of space for you to run around."
An open area, with just a few joggers passing by—no other busybodies in sight.
Even if Narae shoved her soaked crotch right in my face, no one would stand there gawking openly.
I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the frisbee I'd packed ahead of time.
Narae wagged her tail furiously, tongue lolling out as she panted excitedly, her body twitching like she was about to launch herself at it.
"Narae, catch it before it hits the ground when your master throws it. Got it?"
"Woof!"
Whoosh.
As the frisbee sailed through the air, Narae bolted forward, shaking her sleek hips under her tail.
For a split second, between her slightly parted thighs, a faint intimate line gleamed in the sunlight.
The moment I saw it, I reflexively cupped my groin with my hand.
To anyone else, we were just a husky and her owner, but I didn't want any misunderstandings like "that guy's getting hard just looking at a dog."
She came right back with the frisbee clamped in her jaws, tail whipping wildly as she dropped it at my feet.
"Good girl, that's my Narae."
"Woof woof!"
I stroked her ears, and her tail flapped like crazy.
But just as I picked up the frisbee to throw it again...
"Whine!"
"...?"
Suddenly, she flopped right onto her back.
Her perky-nippled breasts thrust upward, thighs splayed wide to blatantly expose her red, glistening pussy, all while staring straight up at me.
I swallowed hard.
"Whine whine whine! Belly too... pet it, whine!"
Mixing in bits of human speech, she shook her smooth belly up and down—especially the plump pouch of flesh bulging out below her navel, her womb cover—making her appeal crystal clear.
Touch me here, she was begging. Craving her master's hands.
In the roleplay, she was a big dog, and I was the owner.
There was nothing weird about rubbing a female dog's belly.
"Haa..."
My pants had been tenting tight for a while now, but I brainwashed myself that it was therapy and reached out.
The instant my palm touched her womb cover, Narae shuddered violently.
"Ooh... oooooh...!"
Drip drip drip.
A sticky fluid—sweat or arousal, who could tell—oozed from under her tail, pooling on the grass.
I tried my best to ignore it, but the sight of this panting bitch letting out pig-like moans was impossible to tune out.
Then she sprang back up, wagging her tail and leaning against me.
I petted her head once more and lifted the frisbee.
"Good girl, Narae. One more throw—catch it well this time too."
"Whiiiine!"
Just like that, Narae fetched the frisbee and dropped it at my feet, her tail going berserk.
I had no choice but to stroke her womb cover again while desperately calming the cock writhing like a snake inside my pants.
'...Keep playing like this, and it'll rip through my pants.'
The bitch demanded blatant praise every few seconds, so to buy time, I eventually gripped the frisbee and hurled it sky-high—way beyond what any normal dog, let alone a bird, could reach.
Whoosh!
The frisbee sliced through the air with a whistle.
That very moment.
"Whiiiine!"
Narae shot upward like lightning.
Her firm breasts bounced wildly, her thighs spread wide to flash that glaringly wet slit—I swallowed hard.
'Damn, if she catches that one, do I have to... pet her belly again?'
After rubbing that womb cover so many times, my pent-up instincts were hitting their limit.
But then.
Snap.
"Caught it!"
"...Whine??"
"Huh...?"
The frisbee slicing through the air didn't land in Narae's mouth—it got snatched by someone's hand.
Snow-white hair cascaded down right in front of my eyes.
Beneath it, golden irises sparkled shyly.
She was wrapped in training clothes to hide her figure, but I recognized her instantly.
The face I saw every day in my counseling room as her doctor.
My other exclusive patient, just like Narae.
"...Yunhwa-ssi?!"
At my voice, she clutched the frisbee in both hands and smiled bashfully.
"Papa~ Hehe, I caught it... Praise me!"
Not her usual lady-like tone, but like a kindergarten kid bragging to her parents.
Yet the curves peeking through her training clothes were undeniably those of a fully bloomed woman.
Her breast mounds pushed boldly against the thin fabric, and a subtle fragrance wafted from her neck, damp with sweat—or excitement.
"Hehe, I ran into Papa by chance~ Makes me so happy~."
...What the hell was I supposed to do?
I'd dragged her all the way to this Han River park for her exhibitionism therapy, deep in roleplay, only to bump into my other patient, Cheok Yunhwa.
The one with severe age regression, who yapped "Papa~" at me nonstop—a dangerous severe-infant patient.
Now she sat on the park bench, oblivious to the situation, her arm looped through mine as she ground her plump, protruding breasts against me.
The slightest squirm buried my forearm in her cleavage.
Needless to say, Narae in "bitch mode" at my feet started growling low and threatening: grrr, grrr...
But to Yunhwa's ears, it was just a big dog barking.
"Oh my, a red husky? So rare~ Papa, what's its name?"
"Ah... Her name's Narae..."
"Narae? ...No way, Yoo Geumhui's granddaughter from the branch office, Yoo Narae-ssi?"
I flinched.
Damn, right.
These two had crossed paths briefly before.
Even then, just their eyes meeting had frozen the air solid.
No words needed—they'd glared icily, each silently proving who desperately needed the counselor's help more.
Like they were locked in a battle over who, by virtue of being the crazier mental case, deserved to cling to the counselor longest.
And now?
A naked Yoo Narae was crawling around on her leash beside me, disguised as a red-furred husky.
Cognitive dissonance might fool normal eyes, but her opponent was S-Rank Hunter Yunhwa.
Unlike civilians, she had sharp instincts—she wouldn't miss a whiff of suspicion.
This could blow Narae's cover.
So in the end, only I could salvage this mess.
"Ha, haha... Truth is, this is the pet dog from Narae-ssi's place. She's sick right now, so Papa's walking her instead."
"Heeek~ I see. Papa's so kind~."
...Did she buy it?
Well, even an S-Rank Hunter would just see a growling big husky through her eyes right now.
"Can I pet her?"
"Woof!"
"Hehe, so cute~ She knows her place, like a 'real little doggy.' Squatting on the ground wagging her tail suits her perfectly♥"
"Woof! Woof woof woof!!"
Narae bared her fangs, looking ready to lunge and bite, but Yunhwa completely ignored it and reached out.
It felt like some invisible battle of wills.
"A-anyway, what brings you here, Yunhwa? Walking like us?"
At my question, Yunhwa snatched my hand, popped my fingers into her mouth like a baby sucking a bottle, and shot me a cutesy glance.
"Papa's fingers, suck suck~♥"
"Woofwoofwoofwoofwoof!!!!"
Narae went full berserk-mode growling, but Yunhwa casually pulled my fingers out and beamed innocently.
"Yunhwa's out walking her dog too. My pet Doberman!"
A sleek black dog trotted up proudly from Yunhwa's direction.
A bag dangled from its jaws.
The leash read "Doberman," and it behaved like a trained military dog—meekly coming to a halt before me and bowing its head.
"She's a smart girl who fetches anything. Say hi to Papa."
"Ah, yeah... Hi, Doberman."
"...Woof."
I gave it a pet, and it wagged its tail calmly before trotting back to Yunhwa.
Handing over the bag, it lay down on the ground—worlds apart from a troublemaker like Narae.
"Here you go, Papa. Water."
"Oh, thanks."
Damn, this one's genuinely clever.
Hot weather had me parched, and perfect timing with the water.
Wonder if S-Rank Hunters' dogs are just smarter.
But the real issue came next.
"And Papa~ Some vitamins good for energy too."
"Hm? Oh, thanks."
I took the bag without thinking.
Then my throat suddenly seized up.
Vitamins? Pills?
No, this was... I peered slowly inside the bag and froze solid.
Inside the clear plastic wasn't round pills or supplements.
One bottle of water aside, the rest was packed with "condoms."
Not just one or two—whole boxes.
Dozens of neatly stacked rubber packets filled the bag, making her "vitamins" claim absurdly obvious.
"... "
Meanwhile, Narae at my side had her eyes rolled back, unleashing a mad "Grrrrrrrr!!"
A howl laced with unbearable humiliation and jealousy.
All the while, Yunhwa pursed her lips in a shy smile.
"Hehe~ Aren't these vitamins? Yunhwa's just a baby, she doesn't know~."
Her eyes feigned pure innocence, but a lewd glint unmistakably flickered within.
And she tilted her head slightly, leaning in to whisper playfully right into my ear.
"So, Papa... Tell Yunhwa what these are. Teach me... with your body♥"