Training the Mad Dog
"Ah...? This is... what...?"
A tiny padlock dangled from the end of the strap. Shin Ji-hye stared at the small key in my hand with trembling eyes.
"Wh-why... this...?"
"From now on."
This shitty little padlock? I could unlock it if I wanted. I could pour mana into it and wreck the internals, or just rip it off with brute force. Of course, if that was the plan, I wouldn't have come this far.
Because if Shin Ji-hye got serious, I'd be dead before I could react.
"You'll ask my permission before taking off your shoes too."
"Eut...♥"
"Got it?"
"Uh, yeah...♥"
Thud. She shut the passenger door, and I climbed back into the driver's seat. I started the engine and switched to autopilot. Destination: Shin Ji-hye's place—specifically, the commercial complex under her luxury apartment.
"S-Seong-ah, this... do I have to wear it at the offi-office too...?"
"Yeah. We're heading to the guild for a check."
"Heut...♥"
"If it's not on when we get there, you'll walk around barefoot. So don't even think about unlocking it."
"Got it...."
While the car drove itself, I toyed with Shin Ji-hye's pussy. Every time I prodded, she leaked fluids, spreading her legs wide to keep from soaking the lingerie I'd bought her. Pathetic sight.
"Heu... haeut...♥"
"Snap out of it."
"Hik...!!"
I smacked the thigh of Shin Ji-hye, who was twitching like a frog in the passenger seat. I gently grabbed her chin, turned her melted gaze toward me, and pointed at the convenience store.
"See that store? Go buy condoms, water... and gauze."
"Eh...?"
"Condoms, water, gauze. You're an adult—you know what they look like."
"M-me, I have to...?"
"I've got a good little love doll who listens well. Should I go instead? If you don't obey, I'll toss you out."
"Hik...♥ Got it...."
As she reached for the passenger door, Shin Ji-hye asked me,
"H-how many...?"
"As many as you want."
"Ah...?♥"
"Hurry."
"O-okay, I'll go buy them...."
I watched her unsteady walk in those high heels toward the store. She'd already lost her mind—her skirt had hiked up, exposing her ass, and she hadn't even noticed.
It's working pretty well.
I'm a total virgin nerd. Well, not technically a virgin... I had a girlfriend briefly before enlistment, but she dumped me when I was a private after I wore my boots backward. Basically a virgin.
After becoming a hunter, I had no time for women, and once I did, I didn't want any. Most girls just looked down on a D-rank like me anyway.
But hilariously, for a virgin nerd, my sexual knowledge was pretty extensive. Thanks to my ability, Lilith's Authority.
It's not widely known, but Lilith is the demon of desire. Specifically, lust. The more I used the ability, the more knowledge seeped into me unbidden. That was 11 years ago now.
I knew in exhaustive detail how to draw out pleasure, how to train someone to my tastes.
Make her dependent on me.
That's why I made her stop at the department store, why I sent her for condoms. She'd been genuinely shocked that the staff recognized her, and buying condoms embarrassed her. Perfect progress.
Final goal...
Nothing else for it. Pregnancy. Make Shin Ji-hye value the child in her belly above all else, so she'd never even think of dying.
...Long road ahead.
Still. If I took my time, slowly reshaping her... it was totally doable.
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The clerk...
Shin Ji-hye scanned the counter clerk first upon entering the convenience store. A guy. Staring at his phone, not even acknowledging a customer.
Of all people...
Slide... A cold touch on her ankle. The padlock Yoo Sung had fastened.
What would another man think if he saw this? Just imagining it sent chills down her spine.
A slut...? Or someone who escaped from somewhere...? Either way, he'd think something weird.
She wore the chic new coat from the department store, but... Shin Ji-hye knew. No coat could hide her body. And men—they all lusted after it.
Trash...
Just thinking about it pissed her off. They'd act like they'd give her their liver and gall, then run away disgusted once she spilled her true feelings.
That's why she'd given up on dating long ago.
...Lucky it's Seong-ah.
The only one who understood her. Not just pretending to—he actively reached out to help.
"Huu..."
Cold air from the fridge with sandwiches and onigiri slipped through her coat. A chill traced her neck. Every time, she remembered her deaths.
Mostly suicides. A few murders. Excluding her rookie days right after awakening, murders weren't that common. Maybe ten times total. Most of them by Yoo Sung.
Well, not exactly murders. He'd just "helped" her suicides.
I never thought I'd die like that.
Strangulation? Lots. Easiest method. Quiet, clean.
But... dying from choking on a blowjob? Who knew.
"Eut."
Recalling this morning tightened her lower belly. Her panties weren't doing their job—everything felt exposed down there. Feeling herself getting wet, Shin Ji-hye clenched her lower body without thinking.
Can't leak. If I leak...
I told him I didn't want anyone else to see...
Biting her lower lip hard, Shin Ji-hye desperately roamed the store. No condoms in sight. She'd never bought any before anyway...
Water first. No purifier at home. She slept at the office more than home anyway. Six 500ml bottles.
And... Why gauze?
No idea, but he told her to buy it. She grabbed some from the shelf with bandages and tape.
Wandering with the store's tiny basket, she finally spotted the condoms. Right across from the counter.
How many in a pack...?
0.01—that's all she saw on the packaging. She fumbled through the display forever before finding "10-pack" on the back.
10...?
Can't reuse 'em... So one box means 10 times? That's plenty, right? Normal guys get tired after one, I heard...
No. He's a hunter.
Hunters' freakish stamina. Yoo Sung's mental-type, but his physicals match any same-rank. She grabbed an extra box...
"As many as you want."
...His voice whispering in her ear. Buying too many might make her seem too eager...?
But...
It's just that good. She'd die happily if he used her as much as he wanted...
"Toss you out?"
She flinched. His voice brushed her ear again; her hand froze on another box.
If I seem too eager, he'll hate it...?
She was fine being treated like a love doll or onahole and discarded, per his words... but not tonight. Seeing him get bored before they even started would break her.
In the end, compromise. Exactly two boxes.
"...Ring this up, please."
"Sure."
The clerk, glued to his phone, scanned indifferently. Then he paused.
Why? What for...?
The condoms? Or did he recognize me? I'm wearing sunglasses...?
"Excuse me."
"Yes? No?"
"Are you hurt? Want some ointment?"
Ah, the gauze. That's it...
"N-no, I'm fine...."
"You sure?"
His eyes roamed her body. Fake concern. Shin Ji-hye scowled, disgust rising.
"Just ring it up."
"Ah, okay...."
"Bag too."
He added a black bag. Habitually reaching for her card, Shin Ji-hye froze.
Right. The card...
I gave it to Yoo Sung. She paid with her phone's tap instead. The disgust washed away her shame.
"Paid?"
Phone and bag in hand, Shin Ji-hye strode out haughtily. The clerk's lingering gaze still pissed her off.
#
Shin Ji-hye hustled back clutching the black bag.
"Two boxes?"
"I-I didn't know how many... "
"Well, if we run out mid-fuck, your problem. Even if you get pregnant, not my fault?"
"You fucking trash asshole...♥"
She tossed the bag in the back seat; I reset the route to the parking garage. Her place was a luxury Han River-view apartment. Not old security uncles—pro guards from a firm. Few units, so the underground lot was sparse.
After parking, I groped her ass all the way to the elevator.
"Damn, Shin Ji-hye. Nice pad."
Even at night, the river gleamed. No traffic or crowd noise—soundproofing on point.
"It's mine now, right?"
"Eut...♥"
"Answer."
"Y-yeah...."
Her flushed face nodded; her ankle twitched.
"T-take it off... "
"What?"
"The padlock...."
"Nah."
"Eh...?"
"That's how you ask?"
I could snap it with a flick of mana, but her begging cutely for permission? Made me wanna tease.
"This is my house now, right?"
"Y-your house... heut♥?!"
"What?"
"S-sorry... Y-yes, your house...♥"
One ass smack and her face melted. Her daughter's presence throbbed insistently in her panties.
"You're a guest begging the owner—that's your attitude?"
"Th-then...?"
"Ask politely."
"Uh...."
Biting her lip, Shin Ji-hye whispered meekly,
"Please... unlock it...."
"Haa."
I sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment, and slipped my hand under her skirt. Bristly pubes, then smooth skin—I prodded her pussy.
"Eut...!!"
"What do you want unlocked? I'll keep going till you ask right. Try again."
"P-padlock... heungut!!"
"What?"
Squish... She'd held back at the department store—public place. Two thrusts and fluids gushed.
"Heuk...! Hek...!"
"Till you ask properly."
"Un-unlock, ple- heuk...!!♥"
Her juices splattered audibly onto the shoe rack tiles.
"Can't even speak. Stay here all night?"
"If you keep that up, I will...!! Ah, again... kuh!!♥"
"What?"
"Please... pleeease... eut?!!♥"
Thud.
"Hold up."
Footsteps. One unit per floor, but footsteps. I pulled my fingers out and wiped her face with my sleeve. It was drool-soaked in seconds.
"Wh-why stop...?"
No—ask to unlock. Why stop? Cute as hell, but bad timing.
Thud. Closer.
I pressed my ear to the door. Two people. Heavy steps, light ones—man and woman. Stairs instead of elevator? This was the 22nd floor.
Before I finished assessing, knocks pounded.
Bang bang bang!
"Police! Open up!"
I glanced at Shin Ji-hye. Face fine. Still dressed, so wet thighs and flooded shoe rack weren't too obvious. I mana-wiped the puddle and opened the door.
"Police. Please cooperate."
The female officer flashed her badge and stepped in.
"Police...?"
Shin Ji-hye finally clocked it—their eyes met.