Training the Disobedient Puppy
Lina had been feeling down lately. It had been several weeks since she'd properly played with Leon. Lately, he'd been dodging time with her, claiming he was busy, or sending her away with a "We'll talk later." Even when she waited patiently, he never approached her first. She could sense that the way Leon treated her had changed. She knew something was wrong. As time dragged on, her anxiety swelled, leaving her restless and melancholic.
It was Leon who'd helped her discover her own value. Without him, she felt like she couldn't do a damn thing. Once, she'd tearfully asked if she'd done something wrong, but all she got was an annoyed "Get lost."
That day, Lina skipped classes and sobbed in her room all day long. Without him, I'm nothing. I need Leon. I need Leon. Only Leon will do. Whenever those thoughts hit, she threw herself into self-improvement. The last thing he'd ordered: listening to recordings of Leon's voice, inhaling his scent, closing her eyes to imagine him while teasing her nipples. It made her feel like he was right there beside her.
Leon… Leon…
Teasing her nipples made her pussy itch like crazy, but Leon had strictly forbidden touching it, so she'd never once disobeyed. He'd said it would scatter her focus and slow down her nipple training. But no matter how much she played with them, she still couldn't cum on her own. Her body burned hotter and hotter, driving her to the brink of madness.
"Leon, Leon… Please, I wanna cum now… I beg you…"
She decided this couldn't go on. If Leon wouldn't pay attention to her, she'd make him.
Knock knock knock.
"Come in."
The door slid open with a rattle, and a woman stepped into Siana's office.
"Ah, it's you. What's the reason for requesting counseling?"
"Well… actually…"
The woman spilled everything she knew about Leon.
"What?! That bastard… did that to you?!"
She nodded with sad eyes.
"Don't worry too much. I've already taken some measures of my own."
She looked puzzled and asked what measures.
"I reported him to the Magic Investigation Bureau. He impersonated me, after all. He'll be nabbed soon. When that happens, will you testify alongside me?"
The woman nodded agreeably, flashing a bright smile. Then, as if remembering an errand, she stood up.
"Of course. Contact me anytime you need counseling like today."
"Yes. Thank you, Teacher Siana."
She bowed in gratitude and left the office. Siana found her oddly buoyant demeanor strange but let it slide. What shocked her more was realizing she wasn't Leon's only victim. There could be others. Finding them would be key to exposing his crimes for good.
After everyone had clocked out, late at night in the empty school building.
"Woof! Woof!"
To her surprise, dog barks echoed through the hallway. Someone was walking a leashed pup through the darkness. The owner was Leon. The dog? Siana. She was stark naked, a red collar snug around her neck.
"Our little pup slowing down again?"
"…Woof! Woof!"
Every time Leon nudged her ass with his foot, she let out pathetic barks and scurried her limbs faster. Her face burned with humiliation, but her pussy was soaked.
Leon's demands had only grown more intense with each passing day. She had to wear a vibrator during classes now. If she couldn't hold it in and dashed to the bathroom mid-lecture, she'd have to film herself slapping her pussy while begging forgiveness. Yesterday, after hours, he'd made her masturbate on the teacher's desk, spewing lines to seduce men—then filmed her cackling the whole time. He didn't hesitate to force her to mouth the most degrading insults. It only ended after she'd climaxed.
One time, he'd made her put her hands on her head, shake her tits, and chant, "Sorry for being a filthy slut!" He'd snapped countless photos of her exposing her genitals in lewd poses and sent them over. Every last bit was stored on his phone.
She couldn't refuse his orders. Once, when she'd balked at rubbing off on a student desk's edge, he'd straight-up posted an uncensored video to SNS. That night, she'd crawled naked on the floor, licking his shoes clean before he'd delete the post. He'd sneered "dirty bitch" and ground her head under his foot.
The more she obeyed, the more ammo he had to destroy her. It felt like inescapable vines tightening around her. And yet, some inexplicable emotion was blooming in her chest. Was it perversion? Thrill? She was confused by the unfamiliar feeling. Outwardly, she griped at his escalating commands, but deep down, excitement stirred. The thrill that her hard-earned career could crumble in an instant set her body ablaze. Siana didn't want to admit it, but after a lifetime of playing by the rules, a brief deviation couldn't hurt. Besides, the Magic Investigation Bureau had just launched their probe—she just had to hold out a little longer, and all her actions could be wiped clean. Soon, she'd be back to the friendly, diligent teacher her students knew. Not some lewd bitch of a prof!
That's when Leon kicked her ass.
"Ow, hurry the fuck up."
Already wobbling on her slender limbs, she couldn't take the impact and toppled over.
"Eek! It hurts…"
"Oh? The bitch playing human again."
He strode over and stomped her breast.
"If you're a bitch, act like one. I said crawl. Did I? Or didn't I?"
"Woof! Woof!!"
She curled up in agony, barking desperately. He just laughed at her.
"Heh. Good girl."
Her face flushed with shame—then a woman's voice came from behind Leon.
"T-Teacher Siana…?"
Eh? What? A person? Someone saw me like this?!
"N-No, that's not me. I-I don't know anything about this."
She frantically hid her face. What do I do? What the hell do I do? Right—Leon'll handle it. She glanced at him pleadingly.
"Huh? This is our pup's turf, though? Can't have that. Time to mark our territory. Psssh~"
What…?
"Y-You're insane…"
This guy was definitely unhinged. Couldn't he see the girl there? Run. I gotta get out of here now…
She tried to scramble up and bolt, but the collar yanked her neck back. Looking up, his grinning face was gone—replaced by cold, piercing eyes staring down.
"Dumb bitch not getting it again. Deaf? Piss. Piss. Right. Fucking. Now. Lift one leg and piss."
Oh no. I'm screwed. No talking my way out of this.
He closed in. "Words too hard? Want me to help?"
His face twisted. Terrifying. Out of the corner of her eye, that girl was still standing there. I wish she'd just run… But even with a witness, she couldn't defy him. Refusing would mean something far worse.
"Woof… Woof…"
Eyes squeezed shut, she lifted one leg. She bore down to pee, but nerves locked her up—nothing came.
It's over. Showed my students my worst side. I'll get booted from the tower, rumors will spread, no new job ever. From esteemed tower teacher to rock-bottom whore. If only I'd never obeyed this man from the start…
As those thoughts swirled, the girl who'd been watching from afar approached.
"Pfft. Nice one. To think a slut like you was faking being a teacher all this time?"
Eh? What'd she say…?
As she drew near, her silhouette sharpened. Someone Siana knew well—the girl from recent counseling, who'd confessed to being another of Leon's victims. And now she was sneering down at her.
"L-Lina…?"
These two… they were in on it from the start.
Her legs buckled, and she collapsed. Relief washed over her. Shocking that Lina was Team Leon, but better than a total stranger catching her exposed.
Lina loomed over her. "Teacher, what's with that disappointed look?"
"For something you're 'forcing' yourself into, your pussy's way too drenched. Pfft."
"Eh?"
"You really hate it that much and only doing it 'cause you have to?"
"From where I'm standing, this looks like your true colors."
No, that's not me… Not until the bureau hauls him off…
Wait—she'd blabbed to Lina about reporting him. And if Lina was with Leon…
"Teacher Siana, you reported me, right?"
Shit.
"Cancel it. Right now. In front of me."
"No… That's a lie. I can't…"
Siana finally felt it sink in: she was trapped in an inky abyss. One she could never escape—and one that made her forget she even wanted to.