Restorative Cuisine (3)
"Now then, let's get you out of here, shall we?"
Yeo Ryeong stepped in as the peacemaker, fetching a towel and diligently drying me off. Once the water was gone, Harin gave my back a gentle push.
"Master, you go wait in the bedroom first. And keep those eyes closed, okay? Absolutely no peeking!"
"Understood. I'll be waiting with anticipation."
I threw a robe loosely over my shoulders and headed to my bedroom. Flopping onto the bed and closing my eyes, I could hear rustling from the direction of the walk-in closet—the whisper of fabric against skin, punctuated by fits of giggling.
-Harin, isn't this thing way too tight?
-Oh my, unnie, that's the whole point! It draws the eye—and the soul—right in.
-Ugh... must I really wear this... tail and all...
-Soyoung, hold still. The bell's crooked.
The conversation leaking through the gap in the door set my imagination on fire. With every passing minute, my anticipation swelled further.
"Master~ You can open your eyes now!"
Harin's voice was bright, with a playful lilt to it. I slowly opened my eyes.
"......Whoa."
An awed groan escaped me before I could stop it.
The naked apron from earlier had merely been the trailer. Standing before me were three women carrying the sheer destructive force of every man's fantasy distilled into human form.
The first to hijack my gaze was Harin, standing front and center.
"Hehe, how do I look? I'm a succubus, here to drain every last drop of your vital energy, Master...❤️"
Adorable little bat wings were affixed to her back. Her black lingerie, barely managing to cover the essentials, was screaming at the seams, utterly failing to contain her bursting volume.
But it was the heart-tipped tail swaying behind her hips and the little horn headband perched on her head that truly did it.
Absolutely killing me!
To her right stood Yeo Ryeong, one hand raised to her head.
"Tonight, I shall serve you thoroughly, pyoing❤️"
A glossy, skin-tight bunny girl suit.
The high-leg cut plunged deep, baring the line of her hips, paired with black fishnet stockings hugging her thighs.
With bunny ears perked atop her head and a smile dripping with carnal allure as she flexed her paw, she oozed seduction from every pore.
And last, on the left—Baek Soyoung, completely at a loss for what to do with herself.
"Uuuuh... th-this is truly shameless..."
Her face burning crimson, she hung her head low. She wore the apron from before, but the finishing touch was something else entirely.
Fluffy cat ears atop her head, a jingling bell choker at her throat, and a long cat tail trailing behind her rear.
"Soyoung-ah, what are you doing? Master's been waiting. You have to show him what you practiced."
When Harin poked her in the side, Baek Soyoung looked up at me with the expression of a child about to cry.
"Ngh... uuuuh..."
Then, trembling, she curled her hands into fists and raised them like a cat's front paws.
"Me... meow... Master... pet me... nyaa..."
"Khh...!"
My heart nearly stopped. The great Baekho Hall Master, reduced to a nekomimi maid, saying nyaa.
But letting it slide that easily would be no fun at all. Forcing down the laughter bubbling up my throat, I deliberately put on a stern face.
"Soyoung-ah."
"Wh-what...?"
"Hey! Formal speech!"
"...Ah."
Soyoung flinched, her shoulders jerking with tension. Now Harin was even calling out her manner of speaking.
I tilted my head, miming the act of cupping a hand to my ear.
"What was that just now? Your voice was way too quiet—I didn't catch a single word."
"Wh-what?! You clearly heard it...! You even reacted!"
"Did I? I think you're mistaken. Something after 'Master'... why don't you say it again, properly this time? Come over here."
I patted the bedsheet beside me with a smack, smack. Baek Soyoung's face flushed red as an apple. She looked desperately toward Harin and Yeo Ryeong for rescue, but the two of them were already in cahoots.
"Soyoung-ah. The Master says he didn't hear you."
"Go on, be a good kitty and say it again. A cat who listens to her master gets all the love, you know?"
Yeo Ryeong smiled and gave Soyoung's tail a light tug.
"Hyaaang?!"
Letting out a strange moan, Soyoung dropped to all fours and crawled right up to my face.
-Jingle! Jingle!
With each step, the bell choker at her throat rang out a clear, delicate chime. Tears welled in her eyes from the shame as Baek Soyoung searched my face and parted her trembling lips.
"S-so, what I meant was... uuu..."
Squeezing her eyes shut, she raised her paws even more adorably than before.
"Me-meow...! Ma... Master... please pet meee... nyaaa..."
The destructive power had doubled. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached out and gently scratched under her chin.
"Good girl, our Soyoungie. Such a good kitty."
"Hnk... ngh..."
Treated like a real cat, an involuntarily contented purr slipped from Soyoung's lips. The cat ears atop her head quivered in response to my touch.
"Fufu, Master. But did you know? Our Soyoungie isn't just playing at being a cat on the outside."
Nestled against my chest, Harin wore an enigmatic smile as she flicked the tip of her index finger against the tail jutting out behind Soyoung's rear.
"Huuuh?! H-Harin! That's supposed to be a secret...!"
Soyoung scrambled backward in a panic, but Yeo Ryeong had already locked her shoulders in place from behind.
"No running away. We're showing the Master everything anyway, aren't we?"
"And it's not just attached over the clothes, you see."
Harin smirked wickedly and gave the base of the tail a slight pull.
"A-Aaah?! Hyiik...!"
Nothing more than a gentle tug on the tail, and Soyoung's back arched like a drawn bow as a shriek of ecstasy burst from her. The taut tail ran deep—deep into a hidden place beneath her skirt.
"......You actually put it in?"
When I asked, dumbfounded, Harin winked.
"Of course. I told her to grip it tight so it wouldn't slip out. Though I wonder—has she been a good kitty about it?"
"Uuuuh... please... stop..."
Soyoung's face had ripened into the shade of a well-cooked tomato as she rubbed her thighs together. The sight of her hips swaying from the intrusive object was a far cry from the aloof Baekho Hall Master of the daytime.
But Harin's games were only just beginning.
"And now, Master, for the main event."
Harin produced a small wireless remote from inside her bra and held it up.
"Soyoung-ah, there's something I forgot to mention... turns out the thing we put inside you has a vibration function too."
"......What?"
Soyoung's eyes wavered as if an earthquake had struck them. But before she could grasp the situation, Harin's thumb mercilessly pressed the button.
-Vvvvvviiiiine!
A low buzzing filled the silent room,
"Kyaaaaaaaah?!"
and Soyoung collapsed to the floor with a moan that was more scream than cry.
"Haaah... ah, aaaahh! N-no! S-something's, in-inside, s-something... huaaah!"
Bracing herself against the floor, she thrust her hips high and shuddered violently. It was obvious the tail's tip was vibrating like mad, scraping mercilessly along her inner walls.
"Where on earth did you find all this stuff?"
"I asked Cheonghwa for help. She handed over all the equipment quite readily, actually."
That explained it—no wonder Cheonghwa had known about the plan.
The cosplay outfits must have come from her as well.
"Uuhi...! Mu Harin, you... you...!!"
"Oh, and there are still two more remotes left, you know?"
Lightly ignoring Baek Soyoung's cries, Harin continued.
"Yeo Ryeong-unnie and I both have one in too... so where oh where could our remotes be?"
"Hmm, let me think?"
I reached out and began groping around inside Harin's bra.
"Hiiya...! It's not in there anymore...!"
"Hold still. There's something hard right here, isn't there?"
-Rub, rub...
"N-no... my milk's going to come out...❤️"
Oops.
Sadly, it appeared to have been her nipple. With my hand growing steadily damper, I pulled it back out—the tips of my fingers carried a rich, milky scent.
"Then did our Chancellor hide hers somewhere?"
"...❤️"
The moment I mentioned it lightly, Yeo Ryeong came toward me. Having apparently watched what happened with Harin, she immediately thrust her chest forward.
"Hmm... can't hide anything here. Your areolae are already slipping out—where would a remote even fit?"
"...W-well, Master...? Still, it never hurts to check..."
"Or is it hidden down here?"
The hand drifting toward her chest made a surprise strike at her nether regions instead. The pantyhose and bunny suit were in the way, but that was no obstacle at all.
-Riiiip!!
"Eek!"
I shoved the glossy fabric of the suit aside and tore straight through the stocking. Sure enough, here too there was a rabbit tail plugged into her rear, and a pussy drooling shamelessly.
"Haaah... haaaa..."
"Shall I touch you?"
-Nod, nod!!
Yeo Ryeong nodded her head furiously.
-Squelch!
"Uuuh... soo goodd..."
The moment my hand made contact, a lewd, damp echo rang out. Even accounting for the plug in her ass, the sheer volume of her arousal was abnormal.
"Oh? Is this it?"
I felt a hard shape deep inside her. It wasn't coming loose easily, so I had to churn my hand this way and that.
-Splash! Splash!
"Nngh... M-Master...! Th-that's not the spot... you're not supposed to do it like that..."
"Got it!"
Gripping the bedsheet and offering her expert commentary, Yeo Ryeong nonetheless stubbornly clamped down and held the remote fast until I wrenched it free.
-Pop!
"Hyiiiiiick!!"
The problem was, I had no idea which of the three women this remote was connected to.
"Harin, I just turn this on now, right?"
"W-well... um... I suppose...?"
Nope. Way too easy to read.
"Turning it on~"
"Wait—"
-Click! Vvvrrrrrrr!!!
"Nyaah?! Nnnghhuuuh!!"
Just as I'd predicted, Harin shot straight up into the air.
"Well then, shall we hunt down the next remote?"
"Nooo❤️ w-wait, pleaseee...! That's not it... something's wrong... aahh...!!"
Harin rolled across the bed, pleading, but I had no intention of stopping. On the contrary, when I cranked the intensity up another notch, her eyes rolled back until she was practically foaming.
"Haaaahk...! M-Master...! I'm, I'm sorryyy...!"
"Now then, the last one left is our Yeo Ryeong-noona's remote."
As if I already knew the answer, I approached Baek Soyoung, who was face-down with nothing but her hips twitching up in the air.
"Going in order, it should be right here."
"Hnk...! D-don't come...! Get awayyy...!"
Soyoung glared at me through tear-soaked eyes and scrambled backward. She tried to flee on all fours, but the vibrating tail made it impossible to keep her balance.
"Where do you think you're going. Come here."
I snatched her ankle and hauled her toward me.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Her body slid helplessly across the floor. Flipping her onto her back, I checked the apron's pocket.
"Knew it. Right here."
"Huh...? Why is this in here..."
Innocent little Soyoung hadn't caught on at all. No wonder she got duped by me and Harin every single day.
"Now then, noona gets to enjoy herself too, right?"
"Ah... uuu..."
-Click.
"Huuuungh...!"
Yeo Ryeong, who had been watching at my side, swayed on her feet as if the strength had drained from her legs. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle her moans, but there was no hiding the way her thighs convulsed.
From then on, the room held nothing but the distinct moans of three women, and the low, droning hum of three motors running in tandem.