The Lustful Bitch Cha Suah Requests Her First Lesson from Her Master

"Professor. Would it be all right if, for the duration of this semester, I became your exclusive bitch — yours alone?"

The moment those words left her mouth, I felt my entire train of thought grind to a dead stop.

Bitch. Did she just say bitch? Out loud?

I blinked at the space in front of me, half convinced I was hallucinating. There, at the end of my gaze, sat Cha Suah exactly as she always did — buttons done up to her throat, an impossibly expensive watch on her wrist, posture impeccable. That face, cold and haughty enough that you'd believe her if she told you she was a chaebol heiress — and she'd just declared, with her own mouth, that she wanted to become my bitch.

Whoa, hold on. Where did that even come from? What is happening right now?

Inside, I was so flustered my brain felt like it was going to shut down, but I forced a dry cough and composed my face. I was, after all, a professor of Saul University's Special Devotion Talent Department — I couldn't very well be seen fumbling at a single proposal from a student.

Pretending to deliberate gravely, I furrowed my brow and turned my eyes toward the monitor on the desk.

"Hmm. Cha Suah, I'll need ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to look over that proposal a bit more carefully before I can answer. Give me a moment, please."

"Of course, Professor. Take all the time you need."

While Cha Suah sat waiting with her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands folded demurely in her lap, I slid my smartphone out from under the desk. Hunched below the edge of the desk, I quickly opened the Anomaly Report app and frantically typed a message to the AI chatbot.

I stared anxiously at the screen, and the chatbot soon popped up one of its stiff system messages and began explaining the situation.

Animalistic Submission and Female Attitude? What kind of lunatic names a course that?

While I was still reeling, the AI's explanation kept flowing.

Having read the chatbot's explanation through to the end, I let out a hollow laugh. It was spouting absolutely insane nonsense as if it were the most obvious thing in the world — and what pissed me off even more was that I actually understood it.

So to summarize: this wasn't some run-of-the-mill roleplay or animal cosplay. She meant to spend an entire semester genuinely giving up on being human and living as a beast, as hands-on training.

Wow. This Altered Common Sense world really is bottomless. A deranged course like this is sitting there as a mandatory ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠major requirement.

Granted, this was a world where fucking your assigned teaching assistant in your office and passionately molding your students into first-class cum dumps counted as excellent professorial qualifications. Still, this was... harder to wrap my head around than I'd imagined.

This insane app was offering nothing but comfortable suggestions, whether it knew I was panicking or not. And honestly, come to think of it, this might well be a golden opportunity. A woman volunteering to become my bitch — what exactly was there to feel bad about?

Granted, if she'd suddenly thrown herself at me in heat like a bitch in season, flashing her cunt, I'd have been thoroughly flustered and dizzy. But with Cha Suah sitting in front of me, it was a different story.

Well. If it's this one, no complaints.

A body tall enough to fill out clothes properly, curves going in where they should and out where they definitely should — and, objectively speaking, a pretty face on top of it. How many men alive could refuse when a woman like that stripped her tits out and begged to be treated like a bitch? On top of that, playing along might let me clear quests 2 and 3 simultaneously, just like the app said.

Ask her if she was confident in becoming a bitch, and while she answered, naturally snap a photo and record a line or two of her resolve — that alone should clear the quests, guaranteed. With the situation fully assessed and the quest plan drawn up, I shoved the phone back into my pocket and lifted my head over the monitor.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Cha Suah."

"Not at all, Professor..."

"I've given your words some serious thought."

Leaning back comfortably in my chair, I rested my chin on my fingers and put on an exceptionally arrogant, dignified smile — the smile of a true master of discipline.

"A bitch. The most conventional choice, and yet beyond any doubt the most certain and superb one for learning blind submission to one's Master."

"Th-then..."

"I see no reason to object. Proceed as you intended."

The moment my permission landed, the ice-frozen expression on Cha Suah's face lit up in an instant. Just as her lips began to tremble with joy, I chilled my voice and slammed down hard on her momentum.

"However, Suah. Signing a scrap of paper and shouting that you'll be a bitch is something even the stray mutts on the street can manage while barking."

"Ah..."

"Whether you're truly prepared to become an excellent beast — that, I'm afraid, I'll need to verify with my own two eyes, right here. What do you think?"

At my words, Cha Suah's pale face flushed red in a flash. Any ordinary university student would have dropped her head in shame or been too flustered to function. But then, she was the elite of the elite, raised in this world of Altered Common Sense.

She bit down on her lower lip — and then looked me straight in the eye, her gaze burning with resolve.

"Y-you're right. Words alone would never have been acceptable. Understood, Professor."

"Thank you for understanding. In that case..."

"Yes — I actually brought something prepared for showing you, Professor. May I show you right now?"

"...? Yes. Go ahead."

What — she'd prepared something separately? I'd assumed she'd just come to talk, and my plan had been to tell her to strip down here and bark like a dog. But she answered with total confidence and undid the buckle of the leather satchel resting on her lap. With a click, she rustled through the bag and pulled something out — and the instant I saw it, question marks bloomed across my mind all over again.

It was a dog-ear headband, trimmed in soft, lush brown fur.

"A... headband?"

"Then I'll begin."

Without a flicker of hesitation, she placed the headband over her neat, straight black hair. Fine — up to here, I could accept it. Put on dog ears, strip, and bark? That alone would earn a solid pass as a bitch in anyone's book. Going further, I figured she might have brought some outrageously lewd lingerie — though surely even she wouldn't go that far for a formal office meeting.

So there I sat, briefly anticipating whatever bitch performance Cha Suah had planned for me. And then things began to take a distinctly serious turn.

- Tap. Rustle.

"Student...?"

"Please wait just a moment, Professor."

Still wearing the dog-ear headband, Cha Suah rose from her seat and began undressing. Her luxurious silk blouse slid off her shoulders and dropped softly onto the sofa, and her black skirt came away with it, revealing the black lingerie hidden beneath. That much, I'd anticipated. Everything after was the problem.

She reached behind her back without a second thought and unhooked her black bra, tossing it aside without hesitation. Above her snow-white skin, plump breasts that had never once seen sunlight wobbled free into the air.

"I-I'm ready... Professor."

"Ah. Is that so."

It had all happened in a blink. Barely a minute ago she'd been the most demure, haughty model student imaginable — and now she stood before my desk in nothing but the dog ears on her head, utterly naked, not a stitch on her. That alone was shocking enough, but hanging from her nipples were piercings fitted with thin silver plates.

Is getting your nipples pierced the national standard for women here or what?

Holy shit... she's actually insane.

Just as I was dumbly admiring the sight of her body, she turned slightly away and bent forward. And then I saw the last piece: sprouting long from the most secret of holes, nestled between those two snow-white cheeks, was a lush brown dog's tail.

"Ohh... mm. Well. You've certainly... prepared thoroughly, haven't you."

"Th-thank you, Professor. I felt it would be poor manners to present myself to you formally without even... this."

"Ah. Of course."

"It hasn't been in for very long — I'm still learning... but I hope you'll look kindly on it."

While Cha Suah spoke with a slightly trembling voice, I just stared at the sight, dazed. My face was doing its best impression of a dignified professor, but honestly, it wouldn't have been strange if my jaw had been hanging open. This wasn't some ordinary cosplay accessory clipped around her waist — it was real, seated inside her anal cavity.

Which meant she'd shoved the tail plug into her own ass with her own hands back at home, and then — with underwear and slacks pulled on over it — forced the tail through and come all the way to school like that. She was far more hardcore than I'd given her credit for. On the outside, the elite of the elite; underneath, a mad bitch already fully prepared for her corruption, down to the last detail.

Get it together, Kang Jinwoo! You're an assistant professor of the Special Devotion Talent Department!

I'd nearly lost it there for a second, but I gripped my sanity tight. I was an assistant professor now. A man they called elite overseas talent — I couldn't afford to be flustered by this. Sending her off with nothing but praise would be amateur hour. A true professor of this department would have issued a far more demanding order right here. So I steeled myself and gave the instruction in my most solemn professorial voice.

"Th-then, greet me again — in a manner befitting a bitch."

"In-in a manner befitting... a bitch, Professor?"

"Yes. Right now you're just a student, aren't you?"

"Ah..."

"I'll evaluate your resolve here and now. Go on."

At my command, she turned back toward me, then slowly bent her knees and lowered herself onto the carpeted floor. I half expected her to drop onto all fours like a common dog — but even here, she defied my expectations and chose a different posture. She spread her legs wide to either side, planted her soles flat on the floor, sank her hips down deep into a full squat — and then raised both arms and clasped her fingers behind the back of her head.

Raising her arms straightened her torso naturally, pushing out her taut nipples and ample breasts in a mouthwatering display. It was a posture of unbearable shame — one that meant complete surrender, a vow to conceal absolutely nothing, to expose her most humiliating parts entirely.

She had gone and actually performed the thing known as the Submission Stance.

"Hnngh! Hahh..."

"Ohh..."

"Nnn... I-I'm done, Professor... Th-then..."

Dog ears on her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head, a tail seated in her ass, Cha Suah held that humiliating beast's posture on the floor at my feet, just beyond my desk. Looking up at me with eyes gone wet and glistening, she bit her lip and whispered in a quivering voice:

"The l-lustful bitch Cha Suah... requests her first lesson from her Master. Please... train me as you see fit."