I'm Not That Kind of Bitch

I'm not that kind of bitch. After that hellish weekend of nightmares that dragged on endlessly, a perfectly ordinary Monday rolled around again. The classroom at Retaker's Academy was filled with that familiar slumped, listless energy. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the blackboard. The instructor was diligently going through the lesson, but honestly, not a single word got through to me.

Ha... how the hell did things end up like this?

That excruciating itch that tormented my lower belly at random moments, scratching at my insides and making me want to claw at it—it had vanished like a lie after that day. My body, which had felt heavy and sluggish, now felt strangely refreshed, even a bit invigorated. It seemed like I wouldn't have to bolt to the bathroom during class anymore because my belly was throbbing, frantically jerking off to yuri porn to relieve it.

But while my body had settled into peace, my mind was a total mess from the memories of that weekend. The foreign sensation of that cold metal tail plugging up my asshole without a gap. The humiliation of crawling on all fours with a heavy, crude leather dog collar strapped around my neck. The tears I'd shed as Hye-won Kang smacked my ass with her leather paddle. The sweet taste of Ye-eun Seo's intimate juices as I licked and sucked at her most private place, my nose buried so deep I could barely breathe. And finally, my own vulgar reflection in the mirror—drooling, losing all reason, thrilled with joy.

How... how did I end up like this...!

Thinking back still made my body tremble faintly, but it wasn't the same insane rush of heat pulling at my lower belly like before. Still, a far stickier, more unpleasant question lingered now, worse than any itch. Stripping naked in front of friends, wearing a dog collar, getting drenched in someone else's fluids—there was no way human Seo-jin could accept that kind of humiliation. So why, when Ye-eun stroked my head and promised a reward, had I felt relief and wagged my tail? Why had I been so overjoyed, squirting and climaxing, as her hands roamed and violated every inch of me?

Am I really... a body that gets off on being dominated?

Suddenly, words Ye-eun had said when she first dragged me into this insane roleplay flashed through my mind.

"Seo-jinnie's the classic pet type—craving her owner's love and control at the same time."

"In simple terms, you want to be someone's pet."

Back then, I'd dismissed it as nonsense, some bullshit she made up to mess with me. I figured pet play was just light fun—imitating a dog, getting petted a bit. I never imagined it'd be this vicious, destructive.

Me, enjoying that kind of treatment? No way, that's not me...!

The break bell rang, and like I was possessed, I yanked my phone from my pocket and opened the browser. With trembling fingers, I searched for SM Tendency Test.

Dozens of questions popped up on the screen.

As I read and checked off each question, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠memories from the weekend overlapped vividly. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wanted to deny it, but I couldn't lie about how my body had reacted so honestly. Yeah, answer truthfully for accurate results. If it didn't match what Ye-eun said, it'd prove she was just bullshitting to toy with me.

Finally, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I finished all the questions and hit the results button. My heart sank the instant the big text appeared on screen.

"Wh-what the hell...! I'm not that kind of bitch!"

I frantically closed the browser with shaking hands and slammed my phone face-down on the desk. My breathing grew ragged, cold sweat beading on my forehead. It matched exactly what Ye-eun had said. It was telling me my very nature, deep in mind and body, could only be fully satisfied under someone's domination. Not just turning female—my core was a born bitch in heat.

No way. I'm no born bitch—I'm just your average guy, Seo-jin Lee!

Of course, I desperately denied this reality. It was just trashy online psych quiz bullshit. I'd never once wanted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to be tormented or dominated by anyone. No way could turning female flip a switch like that overnight.

But reason cruelly shoved the most painful contradiction in my face.

Then why didn't you say the safe word?

Right, the safe word. The one I chose myself—picture. I could've screamed it and escaped, but I clamped my mouth shut. Why? The answer, if I forced it out, was simple.

Th-that's because...! If I said 'picture,' Ye-eun might show Hye-won the yuri porn on my phone... I was scared, had no choice!

Yeah, I submitted to survive. If Hye-won found out I'd been jerking off alone in the bathroom to that lewd stuff, I'd be beyond humiliated—treated worse than human. That pressure and fear made me stick out my tongue as ordered, fake pleasure to get the reward. Yeah, that had to be it. Only then could I stay as the intact human Seo-jin.

"Seo-jinnie~."

"Hic?!"

"Why so jumpy? What're you up to?"

"N-nothing... just chilling."

Then Ye-eun's voice called from behind, and before I knew it, she was beside me. Facing her casual, playful smile twisted my gut. First came rage and disgust at this monstrous thug who'd defiled me so thoroughly. But chasing that was the opposite—my owner tugging my leash with charisma. The strict one who punished coldly but rewarded generously. And finally, the perfect owner who'd filled me with explosive pleasure I'd never felt anywhere else, sending me over the edge. That indescribable, blind devotion to her swallowed my anger whole.

"So, where to after lunch? It's Monday—gotta recharge with some sugar at a café~."

"Eh, anywhere. Somewhere with a nice vibe and view."

"Boring answer, Seo-jinnie~. Okay, I know a spot—wanna try that?"

This bitch has no clue how black my insides are burning, chattering away all bright and sunny. But I lacked the guts to spit in her smiling face, so I just nodded vaguely to her faint smile and looked away. Any longer, and those weird owner feelings would pile up more.

"It's near a park, great views they say."

"Oh? Nice."

"Lots of people walk there. Tons of dogs too."

"Yeah... dogs... Wait, what?"

"You love dogs, right? Perfect~ Don't you like 'em too, Seo-jin?"

I nodded dazedly, then snapped to. Whipping around, Ye-eun stared back with the same soft expression. But I could see it clear—her smiling lips quirked up just a bit. This psycho was deliberately dredging up the weekend, savoring my reaction. You loved whining like a bitch in heat, didn't ya?

"D-don't know! Dogs... not interested."

"Really? Seemed like you were~."

"Y-yeah... They're cute, sure, but that's it."

"Got it~. Well, if you get curious, come over anytime. I've got a cute dog at home."

"...Fine, now go, you bitch. Class is starting."

She grinned at my sharp retort and vanished. I sighed deeply, burying my face on the desk. No way her house had a dog—I'd checked every corner myself. Her only pet was one: pitiful me, Seo-jin, who used to be a normal guy.

"Fuck..."

The curse slipped out. She'd mocked me openly, subtle to others but blatant to me. Knowing her intent, I should've cursed back or firmly refused. But I just tucked tail and let it slide.

"God... what the hell's happened to me...!"

I steadied my ragged breath, clenching my fists. Had I really become a body that needed Ye-eun's domination to be satisfied? No. Absolutely not. Just a temporary physiological reaction from my hypersensitive new female body—my core wasn't corrupted. I was just a normal person who'd been a guy until recently. Not some vulgar bitch who loves being dominated and getting nasty...!

"I-it can't be helped... I have to do this."

To prove it to myself, after academy ended and I got home, I headed straight to my room. I locked the door tight, turned off the lights completely. My heart pounded dizzily, but I gritted my teeth and carefully pulled something from my bag.

A smooth pink egg-shaped rotor, made of plastic.

"Whew... this thing."

I'd bought it on the way home, swallowing my shame at an adult shop. Worried it'd look weird for a girl alone, but luckily the owner and staff were women, so I powered through.

Slotted in batteries, hit power—pleasant motor hum, tingling vibration in my fingertips.

Yeah, this'll do.

I sat on the bed, deep breaths. That violent pleasure at Ye-eun's wasn't from being a dominated bitch. Just my over-sensitive female body reacting naturally to sticky touches. So even without her forceful commands, humiliating roleplay, collar, or tail—even alone with a normal toy like this, I could get off plenty satisfied.

"Hoo..."

Shaking hands yanked off my pants, panties down to my ankles. Cool room air hit bare skin, goosebumps everywhere. Leaning back on the bed, legs slightly spread—no stimulation yet, but faint wetness already seeped between my thighs. Getting horny without a touch. Insanely embarrassing, humiliating, but I sighed and steeled myself.

Proof first. Clutching the buzzing vibrator, I slowly brought it toward my crotch.