Yoo Jua's Twisted Fetish
Eternia's downtown center. The vast square, a gathering spot for all sorts of people and races, buzzed with a lively yet peaceful vibe.
Regular citizens were out for trades, mercenaries on the move, and hunters heading to headquarters for quests dotted the area. In the nearby park, folks were out for morning jogs or strolls here and there.
Yoo Jua was one of them. She wore simple workout clothes perfect for an easy run, but they clung tightly to her body, flaunting her curves. Paired with her pretty face, it drew blatant stares from guys around her.
"Haa... huu... haa...."
After running hard and sweating buckets, Yoo Jua slowed to a stop. That's when a guy approached her.
He had a well-built frame and drop-dead gorgeous looks that anyone would envy. Dressed for a workout too—in thin shorts and a tank top. The standout feature? One arm was a mechanical prosthetic.
"Hey there? Got a sec? Nah, nothing weird... just wanna chat for a bit. That okay...?"
"......"
Yoo Jua wiped her sweat and shot him a side-eye. He knew he was handsome and flashed a bright, confident smile to hook her gaze.
"......"
"Uh... hello?"
She stared him down in silence long enough to make him squirm, then took a step toward him—only to "accidentally" drop her water bottle. It rolled right to his feet.
"Whoa?"
He bent to pick it up like it was a gift from above, but she darted in first, crouching down quick. For a split second, her nose hovered near his crotch.
Sniff—
Yoo Jua inhaled deeply, then scrunched her nose in dissatisfaction and stood up.
"I'm kinda busy."
"Aw, c'mon, just a minute..."
He flinched under her icy glare—like she was warning him off—and slunk away with a dejected look.
Yoo Jua chugged the rest of her water and let out a big sigh.
"Huu...."
These past few days had been bliss for her. Ever since Gu Du-ak—the creep who'd tormented her—vanished. Assassinated by someone.
No need to risk her neck exposing his dirt anymore. She planned to thank the mystery killer and trash the evidence video. It was useless now.
But...
Every time she went to delete it, she hesitated. Deep down, she wanted it gone. Yet whenever she secretly played it at home...
The filthy, disgusting dick smell—from sucking and savoring it orally—haunted her like a ghost. She couldn't bring herself to erase it.
It was a memory she hated recalling, something she'd never want to relive.
But every time that taste and stench came to mind...
Her mouth watered, her lower belly tightened faintly, and her thighs grew slick between them.
Freaked out that her brain was broken, she'd started running to blow off steam. Run till she dropped, and those thoughts faded a bit.
Plus, jogging in the park drew more guys approaching her, hoping to score. Her killer looks had the rumors flying fast.
At first, she'd just shut them down. But then she changed her mind.
Worried her head was messed up, she started "dropping" her water bottle with each guy, crouching to sniff their crotches on the sly.
Just like now.
...Not it.
A stench as repulsive as Gu Du-ak's should've pierced through those thin shorts. But all she got was fresh soap. Such a letdown.
"...."
What Yoo Jua craved was... more... so much more....
I wanna sniff that smell...
Not long ago, thoughts like that left her depressed, feeling pathetic and dumb. Craving the cock-stink of some trashy middle-aged rapist wasn't enough—she was sneaking sniffs like a cheap whore!
She knew her tastes were twisted. A guy like that one? Pre-trauma Yoo Jua would've hooked up, no question.
But one whiff confirmed it wasn't that smell, and her interest tanked.
She finally admitted it: a filthy, nasty fetish. Accepting it eased her gloom a tad.
After that, she switched to even tighter workout gear, flaunting her sexy figure to lure stares and approaches. Each time, she'd stealth-sniff crotches, hunting a match for her secret kink.
Sadly... no dice yet.
"This is all that bastard's fault."
Yoo Jua bit her lip hard, cursing the vanished Gu Du-ak.
He'd wrecked a promising beauty's sex drive—then got offed like a punk, straight to hell.
It pissed her off to no end. He'd turned her body into one that craved only dirty, stinky dick, ditched responsibility, and died. Unforgivable.
Stress hit so hard she took leave from work, saying she needed a break.
And... what if—just hypothetically—Gu Du-ak hadn't died? Would she have held off exposing him and become his personal cocksleeve?
The thought crossed her mind briefly. Ridiculous enough to shake off quick, but it left her chest stuffy.
Now her bedtime routine? Blasting the video on a big screen and masturbating to it.
At least then, that day's tasted smell lingered faintly.
But limits hit hard—it wasn't cutting it anymore. She needed more... more intense stuff.
Something as filthy, vile, gag-inducing, rotten-cock-stinking as back then...
"Ah."
Yoo Jua snapped back, face flushing as she shook her head to banish the lewd thoughts. Probably pent-up lately—maybe extend her nightly solo sessions?
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Woof-!
"Mm... ah...?"
Rienna woke clutching her still-grumbling, sore belly, peering groggily at the noise.
Woof-!
"...Huh?"
She never dreamed she'd see a big, cute, dopey puppy here. Her eyes sparkled—she was wide awake now.
A rare beast from near the World Tree, in a place like this...!
Animal lover Rienna bolted upright in glee.
"Aaah... never thought I'd see such a cute baby here... c'mere?"
She petted the pup expertly—stroking its head, hugging its neck softly, burying her nose in its fur for a deep inhale.
The cozy scent soothed her soul.
"Haa... feels like it's healing my body and mind... but baby, how'd you get in here...?"
Then it hit her. How it got here didn't matter.
The aura from this pup she was hugging... so damn familiar.
The master-slave bond via her Erotic Tattoo Contract made it unmistakable.
"......"
Rienna's blooming smile withered instantly. She pulled back, face cold as ice.
Han Jin-seong, panting with tongue out like a real dog, went whine- in his head and shifted back to human form.
"Why stop the fun? Thought you'd like it, so I was being nice."
Rienna glared at him with pure contempt—like he was worse than bug shit.
She hugged her arms, shuddering in disgust, then sniffled as she spat:
"You're not human......"
"Not human?"
He cackled.
"What's the big shock? Just got curious and tried it. Walking on all fours was tricky at first, but I picked it up quick."
"...I don't care—shut it. And nice? Nice?! Didn't know scum like you even knew the word! If you did, how could you... piss inside a person like that?! Say it with that mouth!"
Rienna raged, laying into him. As his future elf pet, she couldn't let that filthy habit slide.
(Not that she hated the feel of piss forcing through her cum-filled womb... which made her yell harder.)
(Her body's lewd changes were all his doing anyway.)
But Han Jin-seong stared like she was clueless, then closed in fast, pressing hard on her lower belly—right over her womb.
"Rienna, didn't you say you're my asshole cum-dump toilet?"
"Hngh♥?! Th-there... haaahn... hng...♥!"
She couldn't resist his whisper. The hand on her belly sapped her strength like a weak spot hit—legs quivering.
"Now, what are you?"
"Hngg...♥ haat...♥"
Rienna shook her head, denying it... but
Squish-♥
"Heek♥?! M-Master's... exclusive... asshole cum-dump toilet...♥!"
"Good girl. Keep that mindset."
He smirked, patting her pussy like a melting reward.
Pat-pat-♥ Pat-pat-♥
"P-Pussy pat-pat... th-thank you...♥ Hngh...♥"
Rienna thanked him as taught, jolting at the touch.
Han Jin-seong grinned lecherously at her quick submission.
"Wanna go for a walk, Rienna? Old Town's a mess right now... let's hit downtown."
"...Huh?"
Below is the office-look version of Yoo Jua from Chapter 2
