Serve Your Master's Cock Like the Bitch You Are
A flawless Submission Stance — hands clasped behind her head, both legs spread wide apart as she crouched low.
And on top of that, to hear that declaration of bitchhood flow from the lips of a woman who normally looked so cold and untouchable... I couldn't hide my admiration.
'Holy shit. She's even better than I imagined.'
With an effort I kept my jaw from hanging open, swallowing the exclamation that had been about to burst out of me.
Barely a few days ago, at our light first meeting, this was the same Cha Suah who had buttoned her silk blouse all the way to her throat and carried herself with icy, haughty composure. Back then she'd practically radiated an aura that said do not approach — and now that model student of an elite university was crouched in the Submission Stance inside my office, wearing nothing, not even a thread.
As if stripping herself bare with her own two hands weren't enough, she'd even gone and shoved a puppy tail plug up her own secret hole.
'Is the power of Altered Common Sense really this terrifying? Or was she always a pervert like this?'
I managed to recover my composure and studied Cha Suah.
Her glistening, dewy eyes turned up toward me, her cheeks flushed a deep red — she didn't look like someone forcing herself to endure the shame. She was embarrassed, sure, but more than that, it looked like she wanted this.
Whether the Anomaly in the Special Devotion Talent Department had made her this way, or whether her true nature was simply that of a lewd masochistic bitch, I couldn't tell.
'Eh, whatever. It'll work itself out.'
It was honestly pretty flustering, but either way, this was hardly a bad situation for me.
I'd been racking my brain over how to sweet-talk her into something dirty after our first meeting — and here she was, coming out with it all on her own, obscene and eager. Made my job a hell of a lot easier.
After roughly sorting out my thoughts, I gave a light cough, then settled into the seat across from Cha Suah and, leaning back comfortably, let my gaze sweep slowly over her body.
"Hm. It seems calling Student Cha Suah the top of her class was no empty flattery."
"Ngh... Th-thank you, Master..."
"Wearing a tail from day one, taking the most humiliating Submission Stance of your own accord, and even addressing me as Master."
"Hhaaahn..."
"Your admirable resolve to become Student Suah's bitch — I have confirmed it beyond all doubt today."
"Ah...! Thank you, Professor...!!"
It was nothing more than a slightly classier way of saying you suit being a cheap, lowly bitch perfectly — and yet she flushed crimson at both cheeks and thanked me with fervent emotion, as if deeply moved.
At this rate, if I ever walked her around on a leash, she'd probably drool all over herself with joy.
It truly made my blood boil — but outwardly, I did my best to wear a benevolent smile.
After all, in this department, behaving the way Cha Suah did was genuinely the gold standard for an exemplary student.
"Over the coming semester, I expect you to display that magnificent bitch-like behavior of yours before me, without a single sliver of deviation. Do it very, very well."
"Yes, Master...! I will keep it in mind — and keep it in mind again...!"
Once her fervent reply was finished, Cha Suah began to loosen the rigid tension she'd been holding in her lower back and thighs.
Fair enough. Hold that pose long enough and anyone's legs would go numb.
She was just starting to squirm, trying to shift into a slightly more comfortable position —
— and I opened my mouth, my voice dropping to a frosty chill.
"One moment, Student Cha Suah. When exactly did I give you permission to relax your posture?"
"Ah..."
"Have you already forgotten a beast's duty? Until her master issues a command, a bitch is not permitted to move so much as a single millimeter from her spot. Am I wrong?"
Startled by my sharp rebuke, she flinched hard and froze rigid in the Submission Stance once more.
Perhaps because of the sudden shift in posture, the plug lodged in her backside dug in even deeper — Cha Suah's face twisted slightly, and a small moan escaped her.
"Hhaanh...! I-I'm sorry, Professor... Nnh, I'll keep it in mind..."
"It's quite all right. Just be more careful going forward."
"Yes, Professor... no, Master..."
Admiring the way her snow-white thighs trembled, I rested my chin on my hand and smiled.
Honestly, this whole situation was delightful, positively electric — but there was still an important quest I needed to clear, right here and now.
'Recording her testimony at this exact moment would be absolutely perfect.'
She was standing at attention — kneeling, technically — so obviously disciplined that whatever instruction I gave, she was bound to obey without question.
Lifting my hand from my chin, I pulled the phone out of my pocket and spoke.
"Since you've come to me with such admirable resolve, as your advisor I'd like to give you one very simple, foundational lesson today."
"Ah, yes..."
"Could you spare me a little of your time, Student Suah?"
"O-of course...!"
At my gentle yet coercive suggestion, Cha Suah nodded, sweat beading on her forehead, both eyes sparkling.
She was, after all, someone who had declared with her own lips that she would become a bitch — and her eyes shone with blind, unwavering loyalty.
"Please... train me exactly as you desire, Professor — no, Master. Because I am your bitch...♥"
"Is that so? Well then..."
'Nice. Took the bait perfectly.'
The moment she snapped her jaws around my lure, I powered on the smartphone and launched the camera app.
Quest 3, as the app had instructed me.
[Secure vivid testimony from a field operative (student) exposed to this Anomaly]
If not now, in this exact situation, then when on earth was I supposed to clear a quest like this?
Looking Cha Suah dead in the eye with the brashest voice I could muster, I said:
"Your posture and your opening line aren't bad. But a perfect bitch should know how to describe her station in terms worthy of a bitch."
"Ah, yes... Th-that's true."
"It seems something a little filthier and more explicit would suit you better. Tell me — did you never learn lines like that in your major courses?"
At my question, Cha Suah's chest heaved as she dragged in ragged breaths.
Truthfully I'd just asked because I didn't know — but to her, it must have sounded like a test of her worth.
Trembling with tension, she began to answer, slowly and deliberately.
"Nnh... Yes. In... in theory class... we once learned a Declaration of Perfect Surrender..."
"Excellent. Then from this point on, I'll be filming with my phone — partly to document your academic achievement. Look straight into the camera and deliver that line."
"Y-yes, sir..."
Shamelessly, I raised the phone's camera and thrust the lens directly at Cha Suah as she crouched naked on the other side of the desk, shivering head to toe.
Any ordinary, sane coed would have shrieked in horror, or buried her face and chest behind her hands in mortification.
But the warped, top-of-her-class elite of an Altered Common Sense world was different.
As the camera lens trained on her, she lifted her dew-soaked eyes to meet it head-on — as if she'd just been handed the chance to prove her own worth.
And then, in a voice trembling violently, she began to recite a line of truly unparalleled obscenity.
"Haah... I... I am... Cha Suah, third-year and top of the class at Saul University's Department of Special Devotion Talents..."
"Mm..."
"A-and right now, I am... a lewd bitch who obeys the orders of Professor Kang Jinwoo...♥"
Wow — that alone was insane enough.
But as if that weren't the end, physiological tears welling in her eyes, she pressed on in a voice brimming over with shame and arousal.
"Please... repaint the inside of this arrogant bitch's skull — the one who used to act so clever — until it's painted snow-white with your teachings, Professor..."
"Oh..."
"I-I'm nothing but a vulgar cock sleeve who wags her tail and begs for her Professor's seed... So please, use me to your heart's content as your exclusive bitch...♥"
Holy shit. Okay, this is genuinely insane.
On my screen was the utterly unvarnished spectacle of an elegant, ice-queen beauty panting and calling herself a bitch.
Feeling my heart pound against my ribs, I pressed the stop-recording button with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
Beyond the visual pleasure alone, the depraved rush of domination that came from this absurd power play was tingling its way up my spine.
'A testimony video this hardcore and this explicit? The app's definitely going to pop the Quest 3 success notification for this.'
That should take care of the testimony quest.
And on the off chance the app wanted photos as well, I paused the video and captured several still frames — a generous buffer, just to be safe.
But the sense of accomplishment at a quest well done lasted only a moment before an utterly irrepressible, physiological problem reared its head.
'Ah, fuck it. I genuinely can't hold out any longer.'
How much longer was I supposed to sit here politely fiddling with my phone while a world-class beauty spread her legs in front of me, drooling honey from her youthful slit as she panted for breath?
Watching her flush with shame while thrusting her chest toward my camera and declaring herself my bitch — there was no way my lower half stayed calm through that.
And sure enough, my junior was already swollen to the point of bursting, straining so hard against my slacks it looked ready to tear straight through the fly.
Not dealing with this here and now was simply not an option.
Phone still in hand, I rose slowly from my seat.
Then, without a flicker of hesitation, I undid the buckle of my designer slacks and roughly dragged the zipper down.
Ziiiip—
"Hah...!"
In the silent office, the rasp of the metal zipper rang out with startling, almost chilling clarity.
The instant she heard it, Cha Suah's shoulders quivered, and her gaze shot urgently down toward my waist.
I rounded the desk and strode right up to where Cha Suah still crouched on the floor, hands clasped behind her head — until my massive slab of flesh was pressed shamelessly right in front of her small, red lips.
"P-Professor...?"
"Student Cha Suah? I believe I've now confirmed your sincerity quite thoroughly."
"Ah, uh... Yes."
"Which means, from this moment until our meeting concludes, I intend to treat Student Cha Suah exactly like my bitch."
"Nnh..."
As if she couldn't hear a word I was saying, her gaze had locked onto the tip of my glans, shaking wildly, feverishly.
Confronted with an overwhelming weapon that had appeared inches from her nose, she was evidently stunned.
Well, seeing that reaction — apparently my cock really is on the large side.
Blatantly rubbing the throbbing head of my shaft against her soft cheek, I spoke in a low voice, brimming with a professor's full authority.
"A bitch standing before her Master shouldn't need to be told what to do — she should be able to figure it out on her own. Am I right?"
"Ah, uh... Y-yes...!"
"Good. Then."
Pressing my cock directly against Cha Suah's lips, I gave her my command.
"Serve your Master's cock the way a bitch should."