Taming the Mad Dog
"Hah... hah... fuck..."
Shin Ji-hye stumbled out of the car like a newborn fawn, her legs shaking. Despite the cool impression from her sunglasses, the way she gripped her skirt with trembling hands and yanked it down was fucking adorable.
"You'll end up flashing everything at this rate."
"It's your fault, you crazy bastard... ♥"
Playing with her pussy was too damn fun to stop. We'd clocked out at 6 PM, hit the department store around 6:30, and now it was 7:30. Nearly an hour of her getting finger-fucked until she squirted all over, turning the car into a mess. I cleaned it up with mana somehow, but her stockings were beyond saving, so I made her strip them off. Panties too.
In other words... right now, Shin Ji-hye was rocking a short skirt that barely covered her ass, going full commando.
"Y-you... you..."
"What?"
"You said you hate... sharing with other guys..."
"Yeah. Not a lie."
The underground food court on the way to the escalator. I glanced around—no one else in sight. I grabbed her chin, tilted it up, and kissed her.
"Mmph...!"
She acted embarrassed, but she was the one getting aggressive. Even when the elevator arrived, she wouldn't let go, so I had to shove her off.
"Hah... ahh..."
"You're mine. So act natural and don't let anyone else get a peek."
"Kyaa...?!"
Right before the doors opened, I smacked her ass with a loud slap. One hand yanked her skirt down while the other clung to my arm. Cute as hell. Had she always been this adorable?
She is cute.
Flawless figure, no excess fat, perfect looks. Ten years of my dick reacting proved it. Back in school, she must've been the department goddess. Maybe even modeled. After becoming a hunter and meeting her, she'd been craving death the whole time—I knew that, so I never touched her.
"Hah... fuu..."
Shin Ji-hye let out a low sigh and released her skirt. Holding it like that would've drawn eyes inevitably.
"But... Seong-ah."
"Yeah? What?"
"Don't guys... hate shopping...?"
"Not really a fan."
"Then...?"
"I wanna dress up my pretty doll to play with."
"Hnn... ♥"
She froze, clutching my arm, trembling. Head bowed so low I couldn't see her face, but when I tried, it was beet red. I whispered softly.
"You wet?"
She nodded furiously, thighs clenched tight. Fucking adorable.
"Wanna grab some underwear first, then?"
"What if someone recognizes me..."
"Wait by the bathrooms. I'll buy it."
"...Okay."
Unlike a D-rank tagalong like me, Shin Ji-hye was a legit famous hunter. Just look around Seoul—her face was on billboards atop half the buildings. And in a department store like this, she was an ambassador for a few luxury brands. No surprise if staff recognized her on sight.
Her buying panties and putting them on right there? Yeah...
Not happening.
Women's section, mostly female staff, but still—no way I was letting some dude see that. Part of the goal was limiting her 'social death' kink to just me.
"Go wait."
"O-okay... hnn?!)
She slunk off like a deflated puppy, so I grabbed her ass hard. Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she shot me a glare before wobbling toward the bathrooms. Cheeky bitch. I'd fuck her three—no, four times harder for that.
"Welcome! Shopping alone?"
"Yeah. Gift for my girlfriend."
"Got it! Browse around, let me know if you see anything you like!"
I nodded at the clerk's friendly pitch and scanned the lingerie section. Picked a basic set on the mannequin, a lacy black one, and... something that barely qualified as underwear.
"Any idea on the size?"
She asked when I brought the set over—a question I hadn't expected. Size... right.
"One sec."
I recalled groping her tits and ass. Tits were way past average, ass was huge too.
"Biggest size... actually, one down from that."
"Ooh... Sure thing."
The clerk eyed the corner enviously, fetched a fresh set from stock.
"273,000 won total!"
Pricey as fuck. What kind of fabric cost nearly 100k? Still, worth it—I pulled out my card happily.
...But should I use her money?
It nagged at me. I had her card slotted in my wallet but grabbed mine instead.
"All paid!"
I took the paper bag and headed to the bathrooms. Shin Ji-hye, legs crossed primly while staring at her phone, looked up.
"B-bought it...?"
"Yeah."
"N-no payment alert..."
"Used mine. Why?"
"Huh...?"
Confused, then a flicker of disappointment. ...What the hell? Did she really want me spending her cash like water?
...Makes sense.
One of her desires today was me taking over her whole company. I figured it was part of her social ruin fetish, but nah—she wanted to hand over her body, home, money, everything to me.
Time to fix that.
I hauled her up and dragged her into the women's restroom? Nah, men's. Low traffic, no one around. Locked us in a stall, pulled out a set from the bag.
"Fucking expensive. Put it on."
"Why use your money... ah...? ♥"
It was "underwear," but useless as such—a bra and panties with holes cut right over her nipples and pussy. Shin Ji-hye's face flushed crimson at the sight.
"Exactly. My money. So if you soak it like before, next time no panties at all."
"Hah... ♥"
"Got it?"
"Yeah... ♥"
"Then put it on."
"H-here...?"
"Yeah. In front of me."
"Hnn... ♥ Perverted bastard."
"Who ditched her soaked panties thanks to this perv?"
"Hnnng... ♥"
Like a damn faucet. Every word made her quiver, pussy juice dripping down her thighs. Adorable.
"Hurry up. Store's closing."
"O-okay..."
Swish. She slipped off her skirt and started donning what I gave her.
What a sight.
She hesitated shyly, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. Well-groomed pubes, pale pink slit dripping clear nectar. Even pulled up all the way, the skimpy fabric left her slit exposed.
"This one's... a bit small..."
"I know."
"Then why...?"
I bought one size down from the largest on purpose. Even the biggest might've been tight.
"'Cause it looks hotter."
"Ahh... ♥"
Fabric digging into her thick thighs and ass cheeks. So fucking hot I grabbed her ass without thinking.
"Bra too."
"O-okay... S-Seong-ah, the skirt..."
"Change the top, and you can have it back."
"Fucking crazy bastard ♥"
She cursed but didn't reach for the skirt I could snatch anytime. Just in slutty lingerie, she shed her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt one by one.
"Your tits are fucking massive. How'd you even fit in dress shirts?"
"Shut up... ♥"
"Oh ho."
I slid fingers into the exposed slit.
"Hnn!!"
She nearly yelped; I muffled her with the skirt.
"Public place. Scream like in the car, someone'll hear."
"Mmph, mmf..."
"Change. Now."
Squelch, squelch. I worked her weak spots I'd mapped in the car.
"Hnnng...!!"
Her unbuttoning hands faltered, forehead on my shoulder. Pouty face peering up past the skirt—pure cockbait. I kept fingering.
"Store's closing. Hurry."
"Ahh, mm, hnn...!!"
Splat. Pussy juice splattered the marble tiles. Fun reaction—I sped up. She bucked against my shoulder, gave up on the shirt, reached for the bra clasp.
"Ahh, mm...!!"
Her eyes screamed 'stop so I can unhook.' Ignored, kept pounding her pussy. Another gush. Realizing I got off on her orgasms, she clenched hard but barely unhooked it.
"Haaah...!!"
Clasp off—another climax. She weakly grabbed the bra from the bag, lifted her head from my shoulder, slipped on the nipple-baring thing.
"Hic...!!"
"You're such a sloppy pussy."
Climax again. Every jab made her walls clamp like they wanted to sever my fingers.
"How many times in this bathroom?"
"T-two... twice..."
"Squirted four times but only twice?"
Annoyed, I hooked my fingers.
"Hiii?! ♥"
Hand dropped, more juice splattered.
"How many? I can tell from how your pussy squeezes. No lies."
"T-ten..."
"Ten?"
"T-twenty... ♥"
"Sloppy pussy for real."
"Saying that... ♥"
Every thrust made her squirt—total conquest vibe. The fact an S-rank everyone idolized trembled from my fingers alone? Pure bliss.
Squelch... Pulling out was tough; her walls clung reluctantly.
"Hurry and dress. Closing time."
"Y-you did this... ♥"
She finally clasped the lingerie, face melted, staring at me.
"Lift your leg. I'll help."
"O-okay..."
Slid the skirt back on, groping her plump thighs.
"Hnn..."
Moaning at every brush—bad for my heart. Could stay in this stall forever.
"Let's go."
"Yeah..."
Finally dressed her in skirt, shirt, blazer. The too-small bra made her tits bulge—cockbait. Arm around her waist, we looped the women's section.
Something caught my eye; stopped at that store. Her ambassador brand. Even the model pic was her.
She wore this?
Suits only before; coat felt off. Some editing, but original's too pretty to notice.
"That coat and skirt, please."
"Yes, sir. One moment."
Upside of luxury stores: staff don't bat an eye. Sunglasses or not, impossible not to recognize her—but no comment, just fetched the clothes.
"Shin Ji-hye."
"Yeah?"
"C'mere."
She trotted over from staring at her billboard. I set a displayed heel by her foot—perfect size.
"Put this on."
"...This?"
She eyed the heel like I was nuts. No clerk around—I squeezed her ass.
"I say wear it, wear it."
"Ahh... ♥ F-fine..."
Slipped off her old heels, into the new ones.
"Oof..."
"Walk."
"Too... high..."
Perilously tall, needle-thin back. She looped the store on tiptoes, lips pouting forward.
"Nice. We'll take 'em."
"Wear these out...?"
"Can't have my pretty dolled-up toy running off."
"Crazy bastard... ♥"
Pout vanished. Liked that line.
"Switch back to your old shoes, try on the clothes."
Clerk emerged; I patted her ass quietly. She glared molten-faced but approached primly, took the outfit.
She emerged...
"Not bad."
"N-not bad...?"
"Yeah. Pretty."
"P-pre... hnn."
Face scarlet, dragged her to the counter. Her kink anyway—I handed over her card shamelessly. Groped her ass under the ledge; clerk asked,
"Ambassador discount? Shall I apply?"
Ambassador. Word hit; she whimpered softly, ass twitching. Realized the clerk knew her.
"Yes, please. Include those too."
"Got it."
Added the try-on heels. Clerk swiped stone-faced, handed back the card.
"Paid. Receipt...?"
"Nah."
Bags and shoebox under arm, out of the store. Shin Ji-hye stuck to me anxiously till the parking lot, then fretted,
"Crazy bastard... s-she recognized me."
"So?"
"What if it spreads...?"
"Then you're officially my onahole secretary."
"Hnn... ♥"
Moaning, I set the new heels before her.
"Shoes off."
"Okay..."
She fidgeted barefoot; I slipped on the new ones. And.
"Huh...?"
Click. Locked the ankle strap.