Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Baby Talk VS Woof Woof
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"Papa~ This rubber thing that looks like a vitamin, Yunhwa's seeing it for the first time~. How do you use it... Can Papa teach me personally~?"
This is driving me insane.
The woman in front of me was clearly a thirty-something adult, but her behavior was even more immature than a diapered baby.
...No, at least a real baby wouldn't make such blatant 'sex' appeals.
But Yunhwa kept acting like a toddler while fixating on that direction in the strangest way.
The heavy swell of her breasts pressing against my side with her arms linked, the weight of her hips subtly wedging in.
And peeking between those lips... a condom anyone could recognize.
Yet this crazy adult baby was blinking her big round eyes, tilting her head innocently as if she truly had no idea.
"Hehe~ Yunhwa's just a baby, so she doesn't know. Can't Papa tell her?"
She knew damn well, but adding that babyish lilt made her voice even sexier.
Pretending to be innocent... that made it dirtier, more intoxicating.
Then, my gaze slipped to the center of the condom.
Reflected in the light on the thin latex, there was a tiny hole pierced like with a needle.
"...What the hell."
Cold sweat trickled down.
This wasn't just baby acting—it was a blatant hint she was planning an accident.
Whether she really wanted a kid or was just toying with me toward ruin, Yunhwa smiled brightly while mimicking a baby.
"Heehee~ Papa, tell me quick. Baby Yunhwa's super curious about this~."
"H-Haha... R-Really? But... what to do, Papa actually doesn't know what this is either..."
"......So, if you don't know, that means we can skip it, right?"
Chill.
Electricity shot down my spine, making my body twitch.
While my groin burned hot, the rest of me froze ice-cold.
No, absolutely not.
But taking that as agreement would be a disaster.
I was a counselor, after all, trying to keep proper boundaries with my patient.
But in that moment, she didn't miss my slip—my casual deflection to dodge the conversation.
Yunhwa wasn't just a simple regression patient.
She had a special condition where she had to mix 'baby acting' with 'sexual deviance' to relieve stress.
On the surface, a baby face babbling with a lispy tongue, but with a pierced condom in her mouth.
And those eyes... they weren't a innocent baby's.
Golden pupils that leaped from baby straight to predator woman, skipping puberty entirely.
That gaze mocked me, whispering:
"Want it with the hole, or raw and bare?"
I couldn't speak, swallowing dryly like my throat was parched.
And just as quickly, she switched back to her baby face.
Her tone reverted to baby talk, nuzzling as she licked my ear in a way no baby would.
"Papa... Yunhwa wants to make Papa a real papa...♥ Papa's Yunhwa's papa only... So, can you grant Yunhwa's wish? Pleeease~?"
Every flick of her tongue over my earlobe sent wet saliva trickling down my neck.
Sweet, sticky breath warmed my ear, her golden eyes flashing red like hearts were etched in them.
Pretending regression while blatantly seducing a male with that stare.
'Damn... at this rate, shit's really gonna hit the fan...'
My breath heated up, my mind teetering on the edge, when—
"Kehk... Kk! Kek!!"
An unexpected groan.
Not a joke—this was real choking, like lungs seizing.
"......?"
Yunhwa's lips paused on my ear.
Our gazes turned simultaneously.
"...Grrrrr."
Bloodshot eyes, a low growl rumbling.
"N-Narae?!"
"Kyaaak?! D-Doberman!!"
Yunhwa's scream laced with shock.
That dog she'd proudly introduced as "our Doberman"—the top-tier pet that had fetched water and condoms on command just moments ago.
But now?
It was gripped by the throat in Narae's hand, foaming and thrashing.
The massive Doberman twisted its body, claws scraping the floor desperately for life.
"Grrrrrr...!"
The sound came not from a cute bitch anymore.
It was Narae, fully turned 'beast' with glaring blood-red eyes.
The Doberman: world-renowned for loyalty, toughness, and sharp intelligence.
Among them, Cheok Yunhwa's Doberman—named after the breed itself—was something special.
Adopted by Yunhwa three years ago.
Its demeanor and gaze set it apart from other dogs, and with rare 'hunter aptitude,' it transcended mere pet status.
Sometimes it served as a comrade for Yunhwa and her entire Moonlight Sword House guild, fighting in dungeons together.
Today was no different.
Or perhaps today was when that role shone brightest.
For days, he'd keenly sensed subtle changes in his owner.
A gap no pet could fill, caused by someone new making her eyes soften.
Whenever with him, that thick scent wafting from between her thighs.
A pure female in heat, stirring deepest instincts.
He knew what she craved, why she'd prepared that bag today—so he'd hustled through dawn without orders.
Inside the bag: a bottle of water as decoy.
Beside it: dozens of condom boxes.
They looked fine outside, but inside...
Each rubber shell carefully removed, pricked with needle marks beneath the thin film.
Tiny holes invisible at a glance, lying in wait to cause trouble at climax.
'Hrm... At this rate, mating for pups will start soon.'
The male by his owner's side, groin subtly heating up.
The Doberman's sharp nose had already caught Kim Seungbin's lower half stiffening.
'Mating imminent...'
Normally, he'd politely step away then.
But.
"Grrrrr..."
A strange 'miss' entered the Doberman's view.
Always dignified as a purebred, but the red-furred girl shook his instincts wild.
Ruby eyes met, and he swallowed unconsciously.
Her tail wafting scent was lethal.
Husky's cold wolf blood mixed with heat-season bitch musk.
Not just smell—a numbing anesthetic to the male brain, poison flipping suppressed beast urges.
Strength at least Yunhwa's level. No, momentarily stronger.
Yunhwa's was 'human female scent'; this Husky's was pure 'bitch scent.'
To an animal, that difference hit harder.
Normally he'd hold noble poise, but... he was male after all.
Four years old—mid-thirties in human terms.
Prime time to find a mate, facing a heat-season Husky wagging her tail with ruby eyes.
Her lineage matched his own premium breed.
Red fur like royal robes, rear scent an invitation to males.
Doberman's ears quivered hot.
Heart pounding, steps slid sideways unconsciously.
Head held high for dignity, but eyes pure beast.
"Woof."
—'Miss, how about we head to that pet cafe over there... chew some treats together?'
Cheap mutts would've ditched decorum, dick out and charging.
Not him.
Doberman was always a 'gentleman.'
Reason over instinct, building mood slow before hasty rut—a noble male.
Approaching the red-furred Husky, his steps leisurely, gaze soft.
Like a human man offering his hand first at a ball.
Of course, her piercing heat scent made his heart thunder, groin swelling near-burst, but dog pride forbade showing impatience.
Besides, his gentlemanly ways had countless bitches begging first, asses up.
Mountains rejected—so this time too, he was sure...
Thus, Doberman was certain.
Approach with this class, and the collared 'Narae' bitch would lift her tail soon, accepting him!
But.
"Kyaaang! Kke... Kkaek...!!"
"...Fuck, what now."
His expectations shattered instantly.
The bitch called Narae had an 'owner.'
Ignoring gentlemanly approach, she seized his throat with forepaws, slamming him down.
Doberman's eyes shook in despair.
Air choked off, tongue lolled out.
Blood beaded from claw marks on his throat, lungs burning—not heat, but pre-death asphyxiation.
All his famed breed hype, gentleman facade, noble airs crumbled pathetically.
Doberman was truly about to die in the paws of a claimed bitch.