Good Morning, Puppy
After climaxing over and over again, Ahyeon finally passed out. Having been pushed over the edge more than ten times in the span of an hour, fainting was hardly surprising.
Eunhwa gently caressed the trembling body for a moment, then lifted Ahyeon up in her arms and carried her to her own bed.
She laid her down carefully at her side, then lay down beside her. It was late, and sleep needed to come quickly.
Eunhwa rolled over onto her side and gazed at Ahyeon, who was breathing evenly, fast asleep with soft little breaths.
She wrapped one arm around her. The body was still warm, as if the heat it had worked up hadn't yet fully faded.
Holding her like this, it seemed she would sleep even more comfortably. She'd never used a body pillow before, but she suspected this would be far softer and better than any of them.
The next morning, Ahyeon opened her eyes to a gray ceiling.
"Ah, right…."
She remembered all over again that she was imprisoned.
She tried to sit up, but something was holding her body down.
"…?"
Had someone tied her up while she slept?
With trembling eyes, Ahyeon checked her condition.
Thankfully, she wasn't bound at all.
It was simply a white arm draped over her upper body. When she turned her head, she saw the face of the person who had tormented her relentlessly the night before.
The arm blocking her path belonged to Baek Eunhwa.
…It was just one arm. And its owner was asleep, no less — yet that single arm was enough to keep her pinned in place, unable to rise.
"How strong is she…?"
No wonder she hadn't budged an inch yesterday, no matter how desperately Ahyeon had pushed.
Ahyeon muttered to herself, racking her brain for a way out. Waking Eunhwa would be the fastest solution, but she didn't want to do that.
Because the moment that woman woke up, she would only start tormenting her all over again — and that terrified her.
When that woman touched her, it felt like she became a different person. That frightened her.
It had felt good, undeniably. Insanely good. And that fact made her shake.
'A person who enjoys being raped…? There's no way that's me.'
Ahyeon desperately denied the possibility.
…
How can I get out of here?
Moving the arm looked impossible, so it seemed she would have to wriggle her own body free.
Ahyeon twisted herself, trying to slide downward.
"Mmgh."
But her chest caught on Eunhwa's arm, and she couldn't go any lower.
Ahyeon came to hate the uselessly acquired breasts.
Still, she refused to give up, pushing harder to slip free — and that was when it happened.
Eunhwa's arm, eyes still closed, tightened around Ahyeon even more firmly.
Not content with that, her hand moved to seize Ahyeon's left breast as well.
"Kyaaahk!"
Feeling something caught between pain and pleasure, Ahyeon let out a moan.
Perhaps hearing that sound, Eunhwa finally cracked her eyes open.
And then she spoke to the grimacing Ahyeon right in front of her nose.
"…Good morning."
"What's so good about it?!"
Ahyeon shrieked.
"Did you sleep badly? That's strange. Going over the edge that many times should have knocked you right out."
Eunhwa wore a genuinely puzzled expression, as if she truly couldn't fathom the reason.
"That's not what I meant…! First of all, let go of that!"
Ahyeon squirmed and grunted, trying to pry off the hand still clasped around her breast.
"Pfft."
Far from letting go, Eunhwa toyed with the breast all the more.
Her index finger teased the pink nipple while her other fingers kneaded and squeezed, savoring the feel of it to her heart's content.
"Ahhng… I said stop…."
To that, Eunhwa said:
"…You've been awfully short with me, huh?"
"What?"
"You're supposed to say, 'Please stop.'"
"Why would I?!"
The moment Ahyeon shouted, Eunhwa's eyes went cold.
Squeeeze—.
The sensation in her breast tipped decisively away from pleasure and into pure pain.
"Aghk! It hurts…! I said it hurts!"
"……"
"Hnngh…. Let— let go, please. I'm sorry…."
When Ahyeon whimpered the words out, Eunhwa released her hand.
Ahyeon cupped her breast with both hands, sniffling as she checked whether it was bleeding.
"Hic… it hurts…."
Eunhwa slowly stroked her head. Then, slyly, the corners of her mouth lifted.
Ahyeon found her detestable — but she knew exactly what would happen if she let that show, so she had no choice but to sneak her gaze downward.
"Let's go eat breakfast."
Eunhwa said it as she rose from the bed.
"Yes…."
Ahyeon staggered up after her — and felt a breeze against her lower half.
She was still wearing nothing but the single top. Ever since her clothes had been torn to shreds yesterday, she had slept with no underwear, no pants, nothing at all.
"Uuu…."
Ahyeon tugged the top down as far as it would go and shuffled along unsteadily.
But Eunhwa, apparently impatient with her slow pace, grabbed Ahyeon's arm without warning.
"Hurry up. If we're late, you might not get any."
"W-wait a moment, please…."
Eunhwa's clothes were roomy on Ahyeon's smaller frame, so from the front at least, nothing important would show.
But walking at Eunhwa's long stride like this, the fabric would swing and sway — and seen from behind, that place would most certainly be exposed.
Unable to decide whether to pull the fabric forward or backward, Ahyeon had no choice but to yank it alternately each way.
"Morning, Big Sis~"
"Hey."
Eunhwa seemed fairly popular within the prison — the other inmates passing by broke into bright smiles and greeted her every time they caught sight of her.
Ahyeon scanned her surroundings in a fever of worry, terrified that Kim Taeyeon might be lurking somewhere with murder in her eyes.
Thankfully, there was no trace of that blonde head anywhere.
Then, just as Eunhwa exchanged greetings with a red-haired woman and passed her by—
"Kyaaat!"
Ahyeon yelped at the sensation of a hand squeezing her ass hard.
"Hm?"
Eunhwa turned around at the sound.
Seeing Ahyeon clutching her reddened rear with a flushed face, she asked,
"What's wrong?"
"Some— someone grabbed my butt!"
At that, Eunhwa called out to the red-haired woman who had just walked past.
"Yang Seoyun."
Seoyun turned at the voice.
"Was it you? Touching my puppy?"
Puppy…? Is she talking about me?
"Me? I didn't do anything?"
Seoyun shook her head as if she hadn't the faintest idea what was going on. Eunhwa narrowed her eyes and glared at her, and Seoyun flinched back a step.
"Hmm… I'll let it slide this time. But the moment you cross the line, you understand?"
"……Tch."
Seoyun avoided her eyes, turned tail, and vanished quickly around the corner.
Eunhwa glared after the corner where she'd disappeared, then turned her head to look at Ahyeon's slightly reddened rear.
Caressing the plump flesh, she said,
"Let's go. Time to eat."
"…Y-yes."
Couldn't she let go of me now, though…?
Still feeling the hand kneading away, Ahyeon thought to herself.
The prison cafeteria was actually quite well equipped. Was it their way of saying that even convicts deserved to eat well?
Eunhwa naturally picked up two trays and headed for the serving line.
Watching her, Ahyeon reached for a tray of her own when—
"Tsk!"
Eunhwa made the sound while staring straight at her.
"…?"
When Ahyeon, failing to grasp the meaning, picked up the tray anyway, Eunhwa rattled one of her own and said,
"I'll take care of my puppy, so just follow along."
"…"
Ahyeon had no choice but to set the tray back down.
Trailing slowly behind her, she saw the serving line held simple fare like bread and milk, along with white rice and soybean paste soup — there was even ham.
At the sight of a proper, delicious meal for the first time in ages, a little drool escaped the corner of Ahyeon's mouth.
Seeing that, Eunhwa smirked.
"Was our puppy hungry?"
"…Yes."
How long is she going to keep calling me a puppy?
For someone who called her a puppy, she… didn't exactly treat her like one, did she? Groping and molesting her every chance she got.
But there was no way she could say that thought out loud.
Without even asking what Ahyeon wanted to eat, Eunhwa loaded her tray with bread, milk, and a tub of strawberry jam.
'But I want rice…'
Back when she'd been a fugitive before the soldiers caught her, there had never been time to sit down to a leisurely meal, so she'd always scraped by on simple things like bread.
That was why she longed for a bowl of rice over bread — but Eunhwa had already loaded the bread and taken a seat at a table.
"Come here."
The moment Eunhwa said it, Ahyeon felt the stares of everyone around them.
"……"
Burning with embarrassment, she sat down beside Eunhwa.
Eunhwa carefully spread the jam on the bread and set it on Ahyeon's tray.
She'd eaten bread often enough, but the strawberry jam was a rare treat, and her mouth watered.
Just as Ahyeon, unable to hold back any longer, lifted the bread and opened her mouth to take a bite—
Chomp.
She had clearly bitten into bread, but what flooded her tongue was a salty taste.
"…?"
Instead of bread, it was Eunhwa's fingers inside her mouth.
"Trying to eat before your owner's even started? Our little Ahyeon is a bad puppy, isn't she?"
Ah. I'm screwed. It had simply been so long since she'd shared a meal with another person that such table manners had long since vanished from her head.
Eunhwa's fingers churned around inside Ahyeon's mouth.
"Mmph—bwgh!"
Eunhwa withdrew the teasing fingers and smiled a fishy smile.
Slurp.
Then she sucked the finger, slick with Ahyeon's saliva, once.
The sight made her look like some succubus, and Ahyeon could only stare at her, dumbfounded.
"Just kidding. Eat up."
"……"
Even so, Ahyeon hesitated to eat — and only after Eunhwa began on her own portion did she finally put the bread in her mouth, at ease.
Chomp, chomp.
And as if she found the sight adorable, Eunhwa smiled and stroked her head.
'…At times like this, she really does look like an angel.'
Her white hair and gleaming golden eyes only made the impression stronger.
But right after, the memory of that same face toying with her surfaced, and a shiver ran through her body.