Finally Putting My Dick to Use
"Line up! Line up! There's still plenty of sandwiches left!"
"I got here first! Hey! I ordered first!"
"Don't bullshit me, you punk! You think I didn't see you cut in line?"
The sandwich business was way more successful than I'd imagined.
Like, too successful, almost suspiciously so.
"Three sandwiches. Keep the change."
"Hey, think about the people behind you, asshole! You gonna hog 'em all?"
"Tough shit. Should've lined up earlier."
"What? You wanna go, you little shit?"
Cuban sandwiches have a strong aroma that carries far by nature. And werewolves have noses sharper than razors.
Word spread faster through their snouts than any gossip.
"Sorry! We're sold out!"
"Fuck, you serious? I waited an hour!"
"Double the ingredients starting tomorrow!"
"That's... I mean, with just two of us, it's tough."
"Hire some help then!"
The sandwiches were so popular we sold out in just two hours flat.
Maybe I really should hire some staff like these guys say? I'm beat.
"I could've sworn I told you no fighting over sandwiches... What the hell is this shit?"
Luckily, the commotion died down quick. The werewolf boss, Rasca, had shown up.
"Ah! B-Boss! It's not like that—this guy's been buying four at a time!"
"'Cause I lined up first, you dumb mutt!"
Rasca knocked the two yapping werewolves on the head to shut 'em up, then strode over to me.
...Damn, she's huge. Easily over 180cm. Had to crane my neck just to look up, and it was starting to hurt.
She glared down at me with a fierce scowl.
"You got mine ready, right?"
"Of course. Would I ever hold back something for you, Rasca?"
Groans of complaint erupted around us.
"Ugh—! Abusing your position to snag extras!"
"Boss! Wake up! Wake up!"
"Boss! I'm disappointed!"
As the grumbles poured out, Rasca let out a beastly growl and muttered,
"Shut the fuck up, you lot! Got a problem? Step up and challenge me for the boss spot!"
"Ughhh..."
"This is my right as boss! Don't like it? Beat me fair and square!"
No idiot was gonna challenge her over something this petty.
With her crew sorted, she stuck her hand out to me.
"Sorry, but you'll have to wait a bit."
"What? I swear I just heard my least favorite phrase. Nah, must be my imagination."
I had the ingredients, so I could whip one up easy. But Rasca clearly hated waiting.
Her eyes were bulging—yeah, definitely. Or maybe she was just venting to show her underlings who's boss.
Come to think of it, she's got the Mark of Obedience etched in her now.
Time for a test run. See what Marking LV.2 can pull off.
"Mind sitting and waiting a sec? It'll be quick—"
"Woof."
"...Pardon?"
"Hm?"
The moment I said "sit," a clear woof slipped from Rasca's mouth.
Then her massive frame dipped slightly. Not fully sitting—just a little knee bend.
"Swear I just heard a woof or something."
"Huh? Who'd make a dumbass noise like that...?"
Guess only I caught it. Hell, she didn't even seem aware.
"No way! Boss, none of us would make a stupid bark like that!"
"Yeah, yeah. Puppies don't even woof till they're seven."
"True... Anyone making that lame noise deserves to die by my hand."
That was you, lady. Not someone else.
Best keep that truth buried. People get violent when their true colors show.
Wiser to play dumb than poke the bear. But someday... she'll kneel fully before me.
Nice.
While I mulled it over, the sandwich was done. Extra aphrodisiac this time. Handed it to Rasca.
"Enjoy."
"Yeah."
Not just the drug—it was a damn good sandwich. Rasca tore into it with gusto.
Her tail wagged like crazy. Did she even realize how thrilled she was? Doubt it.
"What's with that look? You thinking something super shitty and rude."
"Ahaha..."
"Not bad. You're a puny imp idiot, but I gotta admit—this meat sandwich skill is legit."
Obviously. It's not just meat and cheese slapped together.
I slaved over the sauce ratios, picked prime cuts. Objectively, I'm a great cook.
No brag—just facts! If my Itaewon-Hongdae street game conquered those spots, it'd work anywhere, even this slum.
"Heard imps each got one talent. Guess yours is cooking?"
"Thanks!"
"Plus, you talk pretty smart for an imp. The last one I met was all, 'Call the lawyer here pleeease!' bullshit."
Ignoring her crew's chatter, Rasca finished her sandwich and spoke up.
"Huuuuh... Got more?"
"That's all for today!"
Far as I knew, the addiction was cigarette-level...
Cigs don't hook you after one or two puffs. But Rasca was acting hooked already.
"This smoky flavor? Fucking perfect."
"It's called char. You know."
"Char?! So if I swallow a lighter flame, it'll taste like this?"
"...Just a metaphor."
Guess the sandwich was so killer, it sped up the addiction. Hm... I really am good. If I weren't an incubus, I'd conquer the world with these.
She wiped sauce from her mouth roughly and stared me down. Intently.
"Something on my face?"
"Nah."
"Then why...?"
"No more left?"
"Told you—out of ingredients."
Smack smack. Rasca smacked her lips longingly. That good, huh?
"Double the ingredients from now on."
"I'm small—prep's got limits."
No stamina issue, but vigorous work drains essence. Though I could just suck more from Rasca later.
"Hire help? Plenty of idle pups in the crew."
"Hmm... Too soon for staff. Risky this early. Next time."
"Tch, lazy ass. Fine then..."
Rasca leaned down. Sweet scent mixed with sandwich sauce hit my nose hard.
"Make mine two from now on."
"Two set aside starting tomorrow? Got it."
"Hmph."
Her lean gave a peek at those plump tits. Those chunks I groped to my heart's content.
My pants tented. Whew... Hold it together.
Lots of release later.
Wisdom says know when to lose control—and when not to. Damn right.
Two weeks into taming Rasca as my pet.
Not much change. Just groped her tit pussy, made her cum, slowly stealing control.
"Ngh? Nngh?!"
"Spread 'em."
"Nngh?! Nn!"
"Told you to spread that pussy. Why disobey?"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch...!
I pistoned my fingers fast into her cunt. Rasca climaxed hard, squirting juices everywhere.
So much it soaked the bed deep.
"Nguh?!"
"Oh? Still not listening? Told you I'd punish bad doggies."
"Nngh, hngh?!"
Kept ravaging her tight hole. Rasca gushed pussy juice in spurts.
Pooled in my palm. Big body, big squirts, I guess.
"Can't even talk right. Geez... You dumb?"
"Hiiik, hiiik! Krgh!"
Grinding her teeth, straining to endure. Futile—just more squirting.
"In reality, a weakling I could crush in one punch! That's what you're thinking, right?"
"You little shiiiit!"
"Spot on. One headbutt from you and I'm done. But not in dreams. Here, you're just my slave."
To make it real, I slowly dropped my pants. First time—dominance wasn't enough before.
Finally unveiled my long cock to Rasca.
The wolf flushed red, staring blankly at my massive rod.
"Heave... ho."
From now on, this will break her. Way faster than fingers or mouth.