Why Did I Even Masturbate?
The moment they got home, Mochi headed straight for his room and fell asleep.
"…Haa."
Chaeyeon let out a long sigh and collapsed onto her bed — still wearing panties soaked through with her own slick.
Her head was a mess of tangled thoughts.
I nearly had a heart attack…
Out of nowhere, Mochi had bolted toward those two women walking down the street. Chaeyeon's heart had plummeted straight through her chest. She'd been convinced he was about to rape them.
Weird as it sounded, a fully aroused Mochi was strong enough to overpower an adult woman without breaking a sweat. And since he was never the type to approach strangers, the thought had come far too easily.
By the time she'd snapped out of her complacency and rushed to stop him, it was already too late. Thankfully, though, Mochi hadn't done anything of the sort. He'd just nuzzled up against them adorably, beaming with a bright little smile and making soft whimpering sounds.
"I'd never seen Mochi act that cute before…"
A sour feeling crept up on her.
Mochi wasn't the affectionate type. From the day he was born, he'd never once clung to Chaeyeon or acted spoiled. Sure, he'd barked cutely plenty of times — but that was it. Never once had he rubbed his body against anyone's legs the way he had with those women.
"Would it kill you to do that with me too…? You're seriously the worst."
Things he'd never done for his own owner — he'd gone and done for women he'd just met. Of course she was annoyed.
And there was something else, too.
"He was definitely hard, wasn't he…?"
Watching him from behind, Chaeyeon had seen it clearly. Mochi's little cock had swollen up, just a bit. No mistaking it. He'd been lusting after those women. He just hadn't raped them, that was all.
"Nnh…"
For some reason, the fact that Mochi had gotten aroused over them pissed her off even more than the flirting. And the moment she pictured his cute little erect cock, desire surged through her all over again.
She swallowed hard and looked down at her lower half.
After a brief hesitation, Chaeyeon peeled off her sweatpants, then tossed aside the light-blue panties whose crotch was stained a deep, dark shade.
Splat.
The panties hit the floor, soaked through with her juices.
Now bare from the waist down, Chaeyeon slipped her left hand under her T-shirt to cup her breast while her right hand reached for her mound — the soft thatch of pubic hair already thick over her sex — and started to masturbate.
"Haah, hnnngh, haah…!"
She kneaded her breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers until it stiffened into a hard peak.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Squish, squelch, squish, squelch!
"Hnnnngh…!"
Circling her clit sent slick gushing out in thick pulses. But for how feverishly hot her body felt, the pleasure was thin.
Something's missing…
It just wasn't enough. The ecstasy she'd felt having sex with Mochi couldn't be replicated by rubbing her clit alone.
She stopped, climbed off the bed, and picked up the little dog outfit lying on the floor. It was one Mochi wore all the time. He hated clothes in general, but this one he always put on with a smile. Something about it being a luxury brand with a nice feel against his fur — that was probably why he liked it.
Not that any of that mattered right now.
"Haah, haah, haah!"
The second she had Mochi's dog clothes in her hands, Chaeyeon was so worked up she practically threw herself back onto the bed. Her right hand went straight for her pussy again — but this time, past the clit, fingers aiming for her entrance.
Schlick!
She spread her dripping folds and pushed her index finger inside.
"Hnghhh…!"
It was the first time she'd ever fingered herself like this. She probed carefully, hunting for the good spots, and the memories of sex with Mochi flooded back so vividly it only made her hotter.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Haah, haah, khh, hnnngh! Nngh, hiiih!"
One finger wasn't enough, so she added her middle finger too. Even then, they were nowhere near as thick as Mochi's massive cock.
Sex with Mochi felt so much better than thisss…
Compared to that, this was a pale imitation. She needed something more.
Chaeyeon hurriedly brought her left hand up and pressed Mochi's dog clothes directly against her nose.
"Sniff… haah! Snff, haaah!"
The clothes reeked of him. Breathing in that same filthy, erotic scent she'd smelled during sex, she worked her fingers harder inside her pussy.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick!
"Hnnngh! Th-this is Mochi's smell… haahngh!"
As the first hints of orgasm began to build, her eyes rolled back on their own. She was grateful she'd forgotten to wash this outfit while doing housework earlier.
If… if I'd washed this… I never would've felt this good masturbating…!
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Haahngh! Hnnh, aahngh! Hnghhh!"
She'd become a complete slave to her own lust. Earlier, when she'd been debating whether to touch herself at all, she'd felt nothing but disgust at what a pervert she'd become. Now that disgust was nowhere to be found.
In this moment, Eun Chaeyeon — the elite-educated genius painter, the chaebol family's youngest daughter who'd saved her virginity for some fairy-tale prince on a white horse — ceased to exist.
All that remained was a vulgar woman pumping her fingers into her own cunt while replaying memories of sex with her pet dog.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Haahngh! Hahk! Haaangh! Nngh! Hnngh!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
She kept working her fingers, and a white haze started to fill her head. Chaeyeon knew what this was. The feeling right before climax. The edge of a sweet, total collapse.
Breathing harder, she inhaled Mochi's scent like she was trying to suck it into her lungs, fingers flying faster as she drowned her pussy in pleasure.
Schlick-squelch, schlick-squelch, schlick-squelch!
I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm cominggg!
Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt!
Her frantic fingering sent juices spraying with every thrust, the wet sounds growing filthier by the second — and then:
"Aahhnngh…!!!"
Chaeyeon's back arched. She'd hit orgasm.
"Hnnh! Aauh! Hnnnh! Nnghhuu…!"
For a long moment she convulsed, slick pouring from her pussy in thick rivulets.
"Haauh… hnnn… huwaaah…"
Once the lust was spent, her mind cleared on its own. She tossed Mochi's clothes — the ones she'd had buried against her nose moments ago — onto the floor and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Why… did I even masturbate…?
Right. She'd been irritated that Mochi, who'd been flirting with those cosplay girls, had actually been in heat. Then she'd remembered how his little cock had been standing at attention, which made her remember having sex with him, and then… her libido had just exploded.
"You're a real fucking freak, Eun Chaeyeon…"
How many times had she said that to herself now?
In the end, she gave up. The moment she'd willingly had sex with her pet dog and then masturbated to the memory, she'd already become a total weirdo. She was a sex-crazed freak. Sleeping with Mochi had awakened something in her, and there was no putting it back.
She could accept that much. What she couldn't understand was something else.
I still don't get why I was so angry in the first place…
The reason was bizarre. It wasn't just that Mochi never acted cute with her. It was the fact that he'd gotten even a little hard looking at those two women.
And the second that thought landed, Chaeyeon realized something that left her completely flustered.
"No way… jealousy?!"
Like a girlfriend who couldn't stand her boyfriend checking out other girls.
…I was jealous?!
Even thinking it herself was absurd. A snort of laughter escaped her.
Mochi was her pet dog. There was zero reason to care if he got hard looking at some random women. His cock wasn't a lover's cock — it was a male dog's cock she was supposed to take care of.
But.
"It's way too big for that, though…"
They'd already had sex. She already knew the pleasure that cock could give her. There was no brushing this off as nothing.
So she had no choice but to admit it.
"I want to… have sex with Mochi againnn…"
She wanted to feel good with him. That was the truth.
Chaeyeon let her eyes drift shut. Surrendering to the heavy drowsiness that always followed orgasm, she slipped into sleep.
And right after that—
Creeeak—
The bedroom door, which had been sitting slightly ajar, clicked shut.
I closed the door with a quiet little smile.
Roselina was right.
I'd figured she was just the Sex System's messenger pigeon, but it turned out she could analyze the arousal levels of the women around me. She'd tipped me off that Eun Chaeyeon had gotten worked up during our walk — said there was a high chance she'd masturbate once we got home. So I'd pretended to sleep and snuck over to watch… I just hadn't expected to find her straight-up finger-fucking herself.
I cracked the door open and peeped while she was really going at it with those moans.
I couldn't hold out either. I'd brought a pillow along for exactly this, and I rubbed one out against it nice and slow. Didn't ruin the pillow, though. I edged myself right up to the brink and finished into a tissue like a gentleman.
Tossed the tissue in the trash and headed back to my room.
She's completely addicted to sex now.
Perfect. At this rate, I had a feeling I'd be getting that cosplay sex with Eun Chaeyeon sooner rather than later.
Starting tomorrow, I'll put the plan into motion.
And so, the next morning, I trotted over to Eun Chaeyeon with my fully erect cock swinging — and she was even more eager than yesterday, pulling out those tits and jerking me off with both hands when suddenly—
"Kyuungh……"
"Huh? Wha??? W-why is it getting smaller???"
She stared at my rapidly wilting dick in pure, unfiltered panic.