I Fucked the Mad Dog
"Dick... case?"
Shin Ji-hye couldn't comprehend what Yoo Sung had said. A vulgar word she'd never heard in her life. But...
'Ah...♥.'
The more she repeated it in her mind, the more shame flooded her. Along with it came an overwhelming pleasure that erased every bit of that shame.
'I'm... not even human anymore...♥.'
Girlfriend, office wife, or slave. She'd expected words like that, but this was beyond imagination. A dick case. Treating her—an S-rank hunter, the guild master of the massive Yuseong Guild—like nothing more than a disposable hole for sticking his cock in and out.
'He's insane. For real...!'
It was too perfect. She loved the word so much.
"Hey."
At that moment, Shin Ji-hye's gaze snapped around. Her neck twisted with a sharp crack, her vision whipping to the side. A painting on the wall came into view.
"Ah...?"
She couldn't understand what had happened. So she just stared blankly. Only after a few more seconds did it sink in.
She'd been slapped.
"When someone's talking to you, you answer."
"Ah, uh...?"
"Fucking bitch won't answer again."
Slap!
This time on the other cheek.
"Hey, Shin Ji-hye."
"Y-Yeah...?"
"Answer me."
"Wh-What...?"
She knew exactly what he wanted her to say. But she just wanted to respond like this anyway. He'd get pissed and hit her again, right? Maybe choke her this time? Or...
"Fucking bitch. You heard it all, but you're playing dumb?"
Ah, the hair. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked.
Her head shook helplessly under Yoo Sung's strength, forced to tilt back until she was staring up at him, locked in place.
"Answer."
"Hah...♥."
"Last chance. Answer."
What would happen if she kept her mouth shut this time? Maybe he'd slam her face into the floor?
'No...♥'
That wouldn't do. Sure, getting her head smashed into the floor would feel amazing, and if he stepped on her afterward, even better...!
But lowering her gaze slightly, what she saw stopped her. His cock—no, dick. A massive thing as big as her face.
She'd seen it a few times before. Yuseong Guild had started in a tiny office. They even shared a single bathroom. She'd run into him there a few times. But it was even bigger now.
If she got thrown to the floor and rolled around, her face would get filthy with dust and her own juices. That would piss Yoo Sung off. He wouldn't shove his dick in a dirty face.
'I want to suck it...!'
"I'll... do it."
"Do what."
"C-C-Cock... case."
Saying it out loud was still hard. In that moment of hesitation, a faint resistance lingering—
Crack!
"Fuck, for real."
Her vision spun again as something smacked her head. When she opened her eyes... the floor came into view. White marble tile. Smeared with her transparent pussy juices.
"Hey, fuck. Shin Ji-hye. You're smart, aren't you?"
Squish.
Yoo Sung ground his shoe into her head. The moment she registered it, Shin Ji-hye squirted weakly.
Too... too dreamlike.
"But why can't you just say it right?"
"Kuhk...!"
"Last chance. Say it properly."
"Kyak...!"
Yoo Sung yanked her up by the hair again. The pull on her scalp was ecstatic.
"I'll do it...! Cock... case...!"
"With your own mouth, I said."
"Yeah. So, like..."
How could she make Yoo Sung wreck her even more?
"S-Stop... it hurts, you know. Even for a hunter..."
"Bullshit. You said it yourself. You're just a cock case now. I use you when I want, toss you when I'm done."
His hand gripping her hair slid slowly down toward his crotch.
"If your teeth touch, I'll kill you."
"Ah...♥."
The words were too perfect... Her mouth opened on instinct.
Shluck.
Yoo Sung's fingers invaded her mouth. Pressing down on the roof and her tongue. Forcing her jaws apart like he was brushing a dog's teeth.
"Hahb...!"
Once her mouth was wide enough, his cock invaded. Filling her mouth with scorching heat in an instant. Even stretching her jaw to the limit wasn't enough.
The moment she inhaled to take more—her head was seized and pulled forward by his grip.
"...!"
His cock stabbed straight into her throat. Her airway was blocked. Breathing became impossible.
'I'm dying...'
If he didn't let go...
'I'll really die...♥.'
She was dying. Knowing she'd revive didn't make it less terrifying. Not dying in battle against a monster, but choking to death on a dick? Even if she came back to life, her mouth would still be full of cock...?
Ah...♥
"Hnggbl...!"
Thinking about it made her body react on its own. Vague terror of death. Primal survival instinct overriding everything. Desperately inhaling for air—
"I said no teeth."
"Hngbl...?"
"It hurts, you fucking bitch."
Did her teeth touch? When? Just now? She couldn't remember. The pleasure was too intense; her mind couldn't process anything else.
But Yoo Sung felt it.
Grip!
His hand seized her hair. Then shluck, slamming his cock root-deep with brutal force. Her airway completely sealed. No air.
That was when it happened.
"Guild Master?"
A voice from outside the door. Lee Chae-eun.
She'd been caught. For real. If she got found out, what would happen to her...?
Her fading mind flashed with visions amid the oxygen-starved haze. Employees and hunters despising her. Reporters swarming for interviews. Viewers seeing the news. Community posts spreading it everywhere. Filthy whore. Crazy bitch fucking in the guild master's office. The guild's reputation ruined, no one joining, hunters leaving one by one...
'Ah...♥.'
"Yes, Chae-eun."
Yoo Sung answered calmly, like nothing was wrong.
"Hm? Yoo Sung Hunter? You're in there? Where's the Guild Master?"
"She's not here. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing big. Just dropping off the accounting team's report!"
"Come in."
'He's insane. A total mad bastard...♥.'
Yoo Sung didn't pull out. He just pressed her head down harder, forcing her body to crumple into the space under the desk.
Anyone not coming behind the desk wouldn't see her, but...
'She'll notice. She has to...♥.'
The floor under the desk was still a mess from her squirting juices.
"Hm? Yoo Sung Hunter! You can't sit in the Guild Master's chair!"
"Eh, come on. It's not like I'm a stranger. She wouldn't mind this."
"The Guild Master hates anyone else using her stuff...? But you're Yoo Sung Hunter, so maybe...?"
Click, clack.
Lee Chae-eun's heels drew closer.
'I'm really dying...♥.'
Rustle.
A plastic wrapper crinkled on the desk. Chewing sounds followed. This mad bastard. Shoving his cock down my throat while he munches a sandwich?
"Anyway, here's the paperwork from accounting! They said the Guild Master needs to review it!"
"Got it. I'll pass it on."
"Where'd the Guild Master go? I didn't see her leave."
"Bathroom. Chae-eun."
"Aha...! But what's that? Did you spill something?"
'Ah...♥.'
Her consciousness blurred.
"Oh, that? I spilled some cider while eating."
"Ahh...! I'll clean it up before the Guild Master gets back!"
"No need. I spilled it; I'll handle it."
"You sure? She'll get really mad if she sees...!"
"It's fine. So, just need me to pass this on, right?"
"Yes! Thanks!"
"Sure. Good work."
"Yep! Yoo Sung Hunter, fighting!"
......
...Ah.
I died once just now.
"Mm...!"
Relief mixed with regret the moment she realized it—then her head was yanked up. Mad bastard. You made me die once. And Chae-eun was right there...
"Mmph...?!"
The words she'd been about to spill, begging him to wreck her even harder—couldn't escape. His cock withdrew only to thrust back, stabbing her throat mercilessly. Ruthless pistoning. Treating her mouth like nothing but a cock case.
"Hnggbl...!"
Suddenly, his cock throbbed, unleashing hot liquid. Filling her throat, overflowing into her mouth. Even that spilled from her small mouth, refluxing through her nose.
'Swallow it all...♥.'
It was sweet. Semen was supposed to be fishy, bitter. But why was it this sweet? Tongue-numbingly so she'd almost spit it out, yet a subtle sweetness spread through her mouth. She could drink this instead of water.
"Kek, kahk, hak...!"
She swallowed desperately, but there was too much. Excess cum splattered the floor.
'What a waste...'
She licked it up off the floor. Instinct. Once she'd slurped every drop, she looked up.
Finally, Yoo Sung's face came into view.
"Ah...♥."
Not eyes looking at a person. Eyes for filthy trash. The realization was so ecstatic she couldn't bear it.
Shin Ji-hye blacked out.
#
Crunch.
The sound of chewing a sandwich shattered the silence in the guild master's office.
"......"
"......"
Neither I nor Shin Ji-hye said a word. While she was passed out, I'd cleaned up thoroughly. Now we just picked at our sandwiches in the spotless office.
'At least it ended like this. Lucky.'
Shin Ji-hye died once. She revived right away, but still.
'Last time she died, it leveled the area.'
Shin Ji-hye's 'revival' was her ability. Massive mana restarting her stopped heart. Even lost limbs regenerated. The problem was afterward.
Her mana automatically revived her body and burst out, obliterating everything around.
But not this time. Asphyxiation used less mana, so minimal discharge.
'Killing her like this... might be better?'
That must be why her desires twisted that way. People crave what they can't have. Shin Ji-hye had money, fame, power—but not death.
So she attempted suicide often. Jumping into gates, hanging, falling from rooftops. The issue was the destruction. Killing her like this occasionally might avoid that.
"......You."
After a long silence, Shin Ji-hye spoke first.
"Don't tell anyone about this."
"I know. Like I'd say shit."
"...I'm not joking."
"I know, damn it."
Would I be crazy enough to blab? She's my cash cow. The boss paying my salary. Company tanks, I'm fucked too.
"......"
Silence again. Shin Ji-hye avoided my eyes. Dying mid-blowjob—must be mortifying.
I didn't rub it in. I'm a gentleman.
"...Shin Ji-hye."
"What?"
"I'll give you a choice."
Still, some things needed tying up. If her desires twisted further, even I wouldn't know how to handle it. Her occasional suicides turning into 'social suicide' would be irreversible.
"Here."
I held out the card. The one she'd given me earlier for sandwiches.
"Take this, and today's a blank slate."
"......"
"We both forget it ever happened. No CCTV in here anyway... Chae-eun came in, but she didn't notice. No one knows."
"...And if I don't?"
Shin Ji-hye asked back. I met her eyes. They wavered.
Yuseong Guild's mad dog, who sees things through to the end, was hesitating.
"I'll take it all."
"......"
"Your money, car, house, this guild, and your body. Everything."
"You'll... own me...?"
"Yeah."
Desire consumed her eyes. Her proud face crumbled.
I spoke to Shin Ji-hye, lost in helpless craving.
"I'll treat you like an onahole or ATM I use whenever I feel like it, just like before."
"...Hng...!"
"What'll it be?"
Shin Ji-hye raised her hand. It stretched toward the card—then froze. Trembling.
......
The see-it-through type was hesitating. The answer was already set.
"Nah. No need for choices."
"Wh...?"
"You're my cock house now, you fucking bitch."
I pocketed the card and lifted her chin.
"...Mad bastard♥."
I kissed her parted lips.