159. Go Min-ji's Night
"Huff! Huff!"
Danto ran for all she was worth. On the orders of Gomuyeol, who'd forcibly appointed himself as her owner, she had to lap the courtyard ten times. Just minutes ago, she'd been happily munching on a chocolate bar during a leisurely stroll, but now she was suffering through this sudden ordeal.
At least the upside was her stamina—honed from surviving the rough-and-tumble Namdong Industrial Complex. Running laps around the courtyard was nothing for her.
"Look at you go~! You think you'll earn a fresh chocolate bar like that~?"
Gomuyeol watched her sprint openly. He'd had his secretary fetch a chair and now sat with his legs crossed, brazenly devouring a chocolate bar, his eyes glued to her the whole time.
"Y-You're too mean!!"
"Dinner's soon. If you don't finish in two minutes, that's ten more laps."
"Eek?!"
Ten laps around this massive space in just two minutes? She'd already done two, so eight left—but it was still tight. That meant clearing each lap in fifteen seconds!!
"No wayyy!!!"
Even roughly estimating, each lap was over 150 meters. In fifteen seconds??
"Uwaaaah!!"
Danto screamed like a battle cry and kicked up her speed. Tap-tap-tap-tap! Her feet crossed rapidly, tearing around the path far more aggressively than before.
"Hup! Hup! Hup!"
Eyes wide, breathing controlled, total focus. She clocked that lap in fourteen seconds.
"Oh, that's it. Good girl, Danto!"
Gomuyeol tossed out soulless cheer while unwrapping another chocolate bar and chomping down.
"Iik!"
Danto ramped it up even more. She blazed through another lap in an astonishing thirteen seconds.
"Hngh!"
But sadly, she couldn't keep it up. In the end, the ten-lap mission in two minutes failed.
"How about we grill some meat here? Thick steaks."
"Right away."
In the midst of it all, Gomuyeol decided to barbecue right there. He was doing this on purpose, right???
Once the secretaries and chefs had the setup roughly ready, Gomuyeol approached and poked the resting Danto.
"Don't turn into Piggy Danto, or you'll get in trouble."
"Uuu…."
"Up you go. Ten laps."
"Aaa…!"
Gomuyeol clapped his hands. Time to stop resting and run.
"Three minutes this time. Fail, and it's another ten."
"Iik!"
Danto bolted again. Sweat and hair flying, teeth gritted as she ran. From a peaceful stroll to... what the hell!!
'This isn't free at aaaall!!'
It was a far cry from the life she'd wanted. But for some reason, it didn't feel that awful. Sure, now she had someone ordering her around, living by commands—but why didn't it suck?
It couldn't be brainwashing in this short time. Was it the guaranteed rewards? All the delicious food she could eat?
That was part of it, sure, but there felt like something more fundamental.
Sizzle.
While Danto lapped the courtyard, the chefs emerged and started grilling thick slabs of meat. As evening dimmed and cool air filled her lungs, Danto ran on—while chefs swarmed out, fired up the heat, and slapped meat on the grill. Thick smoke billowed skyward, and mouthwatering aromas teased her nose.
"Aah…!"
Her head was spinning. She wanted to flop into a chair, slice into a perfectly cooked steak, and savor it melting in her mouth. Stretch out in bliss. Join them soon…!
'Join… them…?'
"Hngh!"
Danto poured on the power. Her legs stretched strong.
'Three minutes is plenty!'
Gomuyeol had even extended the time. Ten laps in three minutes. Just eighteen seconds per lap. Still a brutal demand, but she could grit it out.
"Nice running."
Gomuyeol nodded in satisfaction at Danto's track-star sprint. True to her infiltration-class traits, she was naturally agile.
"Tits bouncing all poing-poang too. Damn. How does she even run with those?"
Especially fixated on her breasts. He mimed cupping his own chest supportively and tilted his head.
"Haaah!"
Danto finished all ten laps. The instant she crossed the "finish line," she face-planted, gasping for air.
"Oh. Two minutes fifty-eight seconds. Impressive?"
Gomuyeol checked the secretary's record, approached, and clapped.
"Do this every day, and Piggy Danto stays away."
"Ehk."
Every day…!
Danto's face paled as she lay panting.
"Slice me a long one."
"Yes, young master."
Gomuyeol speared a long-cut steak with his fork. The evenly cooked cross-section glowed faint pink; he swiped salt across it and approached Danto.
"Danto, ahh~."
"Eh?"
He crouched and offered it. Without thinking, Danto went ahh, mouth opening—and the tender meat tip slid right in.
"Mmph?!"
Explosion of flavor! Danto inhaled the rest in a flash, shot upright, and chewed blissfully. Once she'd savored every note and swallowed,
"Heh, hehehe,"
a dopey grin escaped her. She shouldn't be like this. Couldn't keep acting so dumb!
But deep down, that thought faded—the deliciousness made her happy, and the smile just came.
Stroke.
"Good eater. One more."
Gomuyeol petted her head and brought another piece. Fed it straight to her mouth.
Munch-munch.
Danto chewed with a face full of joy. How could meat taste this heavenly? Post-sprint, it was pure ecstasy.
'Aah… so this is… accomplishment…??'
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Feeding fish flakes felt like this, huh. Watching Danto munch away happily left my head blissfully blank and calm. Minutes ago, my mind had been a storm of worries and schemes, but staring at this girl blanked it out—my brain went dummy too, wiped clean of thoughts.
'That's why people keep pets.'
Just moments ago, she'd been huffing and exhausted. Now, her face beamed with satisfaction as she licked her lips. Clearly craving more.
Sigh. This Piggy Danto. Just try gaining weight.
"Up."
I slipped a hand under her side and hoisted her.
"Eek?!"
Dragged her to the outdoor table, sat in a chair, and plopped her on my lap. Her small frame made it easy.
Her sweat-damp body scent wafted to my nose on the breeze. Slightly salty(?). Surprisingly addictive.
"Look at all this sweat."
Still seated, I pulled her close and slipped a hand under her clothes.
"Ah…!"
I kneaded her massive tits from inside. Sweat-slick skin was sticky—not gross, but slick and good.
"Aah…!"
"How do you run lugging these monsters? Amazing."
"Y-You know that and…."
"Gotta run hard to keep that figure."
I groped her tits, then pinched her side.
"Eep?!"
Plenty of plush there.
"Huh? What's this? Already gaining?"
"N-Nooo…!"
"Don't lie, Piggy Danto. Grabbing like a donut."
Tsk-tsk-tsk. I drummed the table by the plate. The chef plunked down a huge hunk of meat and drizzled sauce.
"But you worked hard today, so here's something tasty."
"Ah… hehe…."
I speared chef-sliced meat, dipped in sauce, salted it, and fed Danto. She gobbled it, one cheek puffing balloon-like as she chewed.
Even from behind, those bulging cheeks tugged at something in me. Couldn't resist—poked.
Poke.
"Mmph."
She shifted to the other cheek. Poke again.
"S-Stop…."
Danto "protested" by chewing and swallowing fast.
"Sheesh."
Speared more, fed her. Cheek ballooned. Again.
"This poking's fun."
"Mmph-mmph-mmph!!"
Probably begging me to quit. No chance.
I kept feeding her meat and poking cheeks for a while. She started with fun squirms and whines, but soon went numb to it.
Her fidgety complaints had been cute. Shame.
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The next day, Danto had gained two kilos. She claimed it was water weight before weighing, but come on. Two liters of water?
Added insolence to the charge—morning laps around the courtyard again.
"Man, she's surprisingly obedient. Thought she'd kick up a fuss for a bit."
"Any reason to? Plenty of bed, food overflowing, no danger, people around… Master's orders are just moderate exercise. Heaven compared to the industrial complex."
"Yeah?"
True. Compared to Namdong Industrial Complex, this place was….
"She hit the jackpot, our Danto."