The Dog That Pungjin Became
The woman’s laughter echoed with wicked delight.
Her blue eyes sparkled with madness as she vanished from sight, still laughing triumphantly.
The woman whose name and identity he didn’t even know had turned him into a dog and disappeared. And not only that—she had ordered him to betray and spy on his former master, Miwol.
A terrifying new owner.
Pungjin had no idea what had happened to the slave magic and other spells Miwol had cast on him. He couldn’t begin to guess what kind of new magic this woman had layered on top of them. Just how many spells were now tangled inside his body?
And this time, she had planted some kind of suggestion or brainwashing. The moment Miwol appeared, he would instinctively know where to run and report. The blue-eyed madwoman had left him with those ominous words before vanishing.
Just what kind of monstrous grudge did that insane woman hold against Miwol to go this far?
My name is Pungjin.
I had been treated like a dog by the witch called Miwol, but I never dreamed—not even in my wildest nightmares—that I would actually become one.
Why the hell did she turn me into a dog?
Was it simply out of spite toward Miwol? Or because of that… mind-blowing sex we had?
Though to be precise, it was more like she had raped me.
I had simply followed my instincts. My cock had gotten hard as a completely natural reaction. In the end, was it all because of this dick?
That beauty had noticed how my cock twitched and stiffened under her seductive gaze. Maybe she found it offensive and decided to rape me, then turn me into a real dog as punishment?
But… was that really such a terrible crime?
Pungjin couldn’t be sure.
In this world of Murim, perhaps what I did was considered an unforgivable sin. The kind of offense that would justify turning someone into a dog.
Still, the reason my cock reacted like that wasn’t my fault. It was all because of the heat spell that bitch Miwol had cast on me.
None of it was my fault.
In the end, every sin went back to her.
No, no. That wasn’t right either.
When Miwol had asked if I wanted to become her slave, I had nodded eagerly. So maybe… all of this was my own damn fault.
Aaah… This is so messed up.
But back then, I thought none of it was real. Who in their right mind would have believed that situation was actually happening? Of course I thought it was a dream.
Still… even if it was a dream, the fact that I willingly nodded my head and said I wanted to become a beautiful woman’s slave… didn’t that reveal some deep instinct, some hidden desire buried inside me?
In the end, everything was my fault. The result of how I had lived my life was simply the sum of my own choices and decisions.
Still… I never imagined I would actually become a dog.
Miwol had treated me like one, sure, but she at least fed me sometimes. Compared to her, this new owner hadn’t even told me what the hell I was supposed to eat before she left.
What was I supposed to do now? What was I going to eat? Where was I supposed to sleep? How was I supposed to survive?
I didn’t even have hands. I couldn’t open doors. I couldn’t even open a damn can!
Pungjin fell into complete despair.
No matter how many bizarre and wonderful spells existed in this world, he never thought they could turn a perfectly normal person into a dog. Just how limitless was magic in this Murim place?
At least she had some shred of conscience. She had turned him into a rather large, handsome, and ridiculously expensive-looking dog. That was the one small mercy he could appreciate.
He didn’t know much about dog breeds, but after looking at his reflection in the water, he had to admit he looked pretty cool. Kind of like… some kind of Siberian Husky?
And that damn heat spell still hadn’t been lifted. Even in this dog form, his cock kept swelling endlessly, doubling his suffering.
At first, the newly transformed Pungjin despaired. But little by little he regained his senses and began trying to survive however he could.
The most urgent problem was food.
He could drink from the stream, but finding something to eat was a nightmare. Without hands, there was almost nothing he could do.
He ate raw ingredients, chewed on grass, and after several days of near-starvation, Pungjin finally broke down in tears.
Was he really going to die like this?
As he cried, a tiny mouse scurried past right in front of him.
He had seen them before but had been too disgusted to touch them. Now, on the verge of death, he had no room to be picky.
He pounced, bit down, and swallowed it whole.
Strangely, the transformation hadn’t just changed his body. It had altered his instincts, behavior, and even his sense of taste. It didn’t feel gross at all. In fact, it tasted pretty good.
From then on, Pungjin focused on learning how to hunt small animals.
Thankfully, his thick fur kept him warm enough to sleep outside. Even though he hunted deep in the forest far from the house, the slave magic didn’t activate, so it seemed he could move quite a distance from Miwol’s home.
But something eerie kept happening. If he deliberately traveled far from the house and fell asleep, he would wake up the next morning back at Miwol’s place.
The new owner’s magic didn’t use pain or unconsciousness like the previous one. Instead, it relied on brainwashing and suggestion, forcing him to return without him even realizing it. A truly chilling method.
While wandering the forest and hunting small animals, Pungjin would occasionally drag out Miwol’s magic books with great difficulty. He studied them page by page, desperately searching for a way to turn back into a human.
With no one to teach him, his study of magic was essentially banging his head against a wall. He gained almost nothing except a pounding headache.
The new owner appeared more often than he expected.
Her grudge against Miwol must have run incredibly deep, because her surveillance was relentless. Whenever she showed up, Pungjin would beg for food, and she would sometimes bring him edible things like jerky.
She would also occasionally turn him back into a human for a short time.
But the price was brutal.
Claiming that Miwol might return at any moment, she never used the house or the bed. Instead, she tied him up in an old storage shed on a makeshift cot. His arms were stretched above his head in a surrender pose and bound tightly. A blindfold covered his eyes, plugs filled his ears, and a gag silenced his mouth.
The very moment he transformed from dog to human, he was left completely naked, his cock rock-hard and throbbing, while she used him endlessly.
With his eyes and ears covered, he had no idea what the madwoman was doing. With his mouth gagged, he couldn’t speak, beg, or demand anything.
All he could do was endlessly pump cum into her mouth and pussy.
Aaah… I shouldn’t have come back… but here I am again…!
Shinji refused to admit that she had become addicted to Pungjin’s cock and semen.
But her body, mind, and pussy craved it without end. Overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, she covered his eyes and ears and gagged his mouth.
And today, just like always, she rode him like a woman possessed, grinding her hips wildly, milking his cock with her mouth and hands to squeeze out every last drop of his cum.
Aaaaaah… Have I really gone insane?
Part of her wanted to kill Pungjin right now and free herself from this addiction. Another part wanted to drag him home and have this incredible sex with him every single day. The two impulses clashed endlessly inside her, twisting Shinji in strange ways.
And strangely, every time she visited, Pungjin’s cock seemed a little bigger than before. No matter how many times she drained him, it stayed endlessly hard and kept cumming. His semen was bizarre too.
After their mind-blowing encounter, Shinji had begun studying books and asking around about male and female sexual desire, intercourse, cocks, balls, semen, and precum. She had learned that for most men, getting hard and ejaculating again right after climax was difficult.
Of course young men could sometimes manage multiple rounds, but it wasn’t easy. Maintaining a full erection for a long time was also supposed to be hard.
At first she thought Pungjin’s body had been permanently altered by Miwol’s heat spell. But if that were true, there should have been side effects or abnormal reactions.
So Shinji had transformed her own body, secretly kidnapped another man, bound him exactly like Pungjin—eyes covered, ears plugged, tied down tight—and had sex with him.
But no matter what, she never felt the same overwhelming ecstasy or thick pleasure she experienced with Pungjin. She hadn’t even expected her magic power to increase, but she barely felt any real sexual desire or satisfaction. Instead, she only felt discomfort and disgust.
Was it psychological? Or something else?
Sexual matters between men and women were inherently sensitive and delicate, capable of spawning all kinds of problems. The books had said as much.
In the end, Shinji learned only one thing: tying Pungjin up and violently raping him gave her the greatest pleasure. And so she continued to greedily devour his cock and cum without end.
She had lost count of how many orgasms she had today. How many times she had milked him. After hours of indulging herself in Pungjin’s semen, Shinji finally left a large bundle of jerky for him to eat, put on her clothes, and returned home.
