Let's Play with Na-Young!
Let's play with Na-young! Fear always springs from ignorance. That's why people fear the darkness or death—because they don't know what's lurking in the shadows or what world awaits after death.
Na-young couldn't find any pattern in Han-seong's actions or words. He'd choke her like he was about to kill her just because she wasn't a virgin, but when she acted cute and pretty, he'd gaze at her with loving eyes. Those eyes from this morning had vanished, replaced by him shoving his foot into her mouth. For now, he seemed satisfied just making her suck his foot before turning away, but the uncertainty of what he'd demand next made her tremble in terror.
Just endure for three days... and I can save them... Just three days.
Na-young's only solace was that this hell would end in three days, no matter what—and that she could rescue her family. To make that happen, she had to hold on somehow. Clutching that single thread of hope amid her misery, So-hyun spoke up.
"Unnie... you okay?"
"……."
It was a question soaked in guilt for having to just watch, but it only amplified Na-young's shame. How could she say that after seeing everything—Na-young rolling on the floor, sucking his foot? No, it felt like all of this was So-hyun's fault. Ever since she'd screamed at So-hyun, this had all started happening. The rage she couldn't direct at the perpetrator twisted toward the bystander instead.
...That bitch.
She got Han-seong's affection but offered no help. Pretending to worry while doing absolutely nothing... All she did was cling to that man and fawn over him.
Na-young slipped quietly into the room without a word.
"Unnie..."
To savor this happiness for as long as possible, I couldn't skip even simple routines. I meticulously checked for zombies prowling nearby, then did some basic archery practice. From one end of the rectangular house site to the other—about 100 meters away—I set up a target and started shooting.
Like with a rifle, I aligned the sight line, positioned the target at the 100-meter mark, and pressed the button on the release in my hand. Thwung. Hit again. I was practicing shortening the process for rapid fire. The moment the arrow struck, So-hyun scampered over to pull it out.
"Perfect hit again!"
"This thing's easier to shoot than I thought."
"Really? Can I try just once then?"
"No reason not to... Here, give it a shot."
I handed her the bow, and she took it in her tiny hands, doing her best to get into position. Beginner stance, all sloppy and shaky arms. It looked tough just holding it, let alone drawing a 70-pound draw weight bow. She strained a few times, grunting with effort, then looked flustered and started to whimper.
"It won't work...?"
"You thought archery was easy?"
"You were shooting it so effortlessly, Oppa...!"
"You think you've got the same strength as a grown man?"
"Hing... I wanted to shoot it too..."
I'd have to carve her a simple wooden bow later and let her practice step by step. With time, she might pull 40 pounds someday.
"So-hyun, I'll do a bit more practice. Can you handle dinner prep? Oh, right—we were gonna party tonight? Make it something tasty."
"Party...?"
"Not like we can do much, but cake and a good dinner should feel festive enough, yeah?"
I could see the bitterness in her expression. She must resent my behavior. Do I really have to push this hard? Couldn't I just ease up a bit? Childish, innocent thoughts like that.
"So-hyun."
"...Yeah?"
"Ditch the useless emotions. They're all pointless."
"Okay..."
No creature is as unreliable as humans. So why not turn them into livestock instead?
I've been calling Na-young "puppy" since day one, so I decided to build her a doghouse. At first, I figured I'd just grab a big cardboard box and toss it in as her "home," but something possessed me, and before I knew it, I'd crafted a proper one. I took long, flat wooden planks, cut them to size, and stacked them zigzag-style for the walls. I even lined it with a blanket for insulation and comfort. This had to be suite-level among doghouses, right? Na-young loved suites at the hotel, so she'd surely enjoy this too.
It was sized just big enough for her to barely squeeze her whole body in. Her face or ass—one of them would stick out prettily. Which would it be if I told her to get in? Head? Ass? Brimming with anticipation, I carried the doghouse back inside.
"Na-young~!"
At my call, she cautiously opened the door and crawled out. Still naked, as expected. She seemed to fully grasp what I meant by "play for three days."
"Ta-da~! New home for our Na-young!"
I pointed at the doghouse, and her face twisted further in despair. It was obviously too small to fit her body inside. Imagining how she'd look crammed in wasn't hard. If only she'd submit completely like A-ram. It'd be so much easier for both of us.
I patted the doghouse, urging her to hurry up and try it.
"Na-young~ It's your new home! Aren't you happy?"
"...Woof woof!!! Thank you!"
Her briefly distorted expression brightened again. Like she'd truly received a gift she loved, she beamed, crawled to me, and licked my instep with her tongue. I stroked her head lightly, and she rubbed her cheek against my calf a few times before crawling into the doghouse.
The answer to my question: head first. She gingerly shoved her head in and wriggled, cramming as much of herself as possible. Even so, her soles and ass stuck out from the lack of space. Her plump, taut ass covered most of the tiny entrance, like it was just hanging there. I crept up quietly and pressed my ear to the doghouse. A low sob echoed inside.
"Mommy..."
"Na-young, like your new home?"
"Woof woof!!! I love it!"
"Good girl~ You'll live in the doghouse for three days. Got it?"
"Woof woof!!!"
"Alright, come on out now."
Getting out looked way harder than going in. When she lifted her ass a bit to pull her feet back, her pussy was fully exposed. Each time she backed out one foot at a time, her cheeks jiggled side to side, stirring my lust. Good call making the entrance narrow. If it were easy to get through, I'd have missed this erotic show.
As I praised my ingenuity, Na-young finally emerged fully from the tight opening.
"Woof woof!"
"Na-young, second gift time. Ta-da~~!"
I pulled a massive dildo from behind my back, and her eyes went wide.
"You're a puppy for three days now, right?"
"Woof woof! Na-young is Oppa's puppy."
"Puppies need tails."
"...Tail?"
"Here, put on your tail."
"...Woof."
Na-young took the dildo, hesitating. It was 20 cm long, 4.5 cm thick—even bigger than my cock after days of her taking it. Not something to insert easily. Finally, swallowing her shame, she put it in her mouth.
Schlurp.Slurp.
The lips that had sucked my cock this morning now slurped the dildo lewdly. She suckled it a few times, then spat it out and stuck out her tongue, licking from the base upward. Like a cat grooming itself, she prettily flicked her tongue dozens of times over the whole thing. Once it was slick with saliva, she brought it between her legs.
"Putting it in now..."
Her hand guided it between her thighs, sliding it back and forth slowly to warm her pursed lips. Then she angled it and started shoving it in.
"Hng..."
As the tip slipped inside with a shallow moan, she caught her breath, then twisted her hips to swallow the rest.
"Hng... hng... nngh...! Haa... Tail's on..."
"Good girl! Now you've got a tail—you really look like a puppy."
"Woof woof...!"
She'd shoved it in as deep as possible, but it was too big to take fully. The end poked out from her pussy like a front tail.
"Well done. Now wag your tail."
"Woof...?"
"Puppies wag when they're happy. Go on, wag it."
Na-young froze blankly, so I grabbed the dildo to help. I slowly pulled it out, her red inner walls clinging and stretching. After a few light thrusts, I swung it side to side.
"Hnggik..."
"Na-young. I said wag your tail."
"I-I'll do it."
Arched back like a bow, ass high in cat pose. From there, she began swaying her hips left and right. The alluring jiggle was like a belly dancer's moves.
"Doing great~~ So pretty."
"Woof woof...!"