Pussy No. 3 Is a Mixed-Race Sow Without Human Rights or Dignity♡
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My girlfriend has peculiar tastes.
A masochist… well, that particular kink shows up often enough in fiction and even in real life. But the idiot living under my roof has no sense of proportion, and her leanings are so out there that you can't just shrug and say, Wouldn't a guy be lucky to meet someone like that in person? She's a difficult woman to sum up that easily.
It had been like this today, yesterday, and for quite a while now.
I'd played along with that bizarre fetish of hers until the sun looked yellow, and when I finally cracked my eyes open, the musty room-smell and the still-thick scent of a woman made me squeeze them shut again. My crotch was damp and unpleasant, my balls had shriveled from how much I'd come, my throat was dry, and my head was pounding.
To escape this miserable state I scraped the sleep from my eyes and looked ahead. An old electric fan… no. An air conditioner was running, trying to bleed the heat out of the room, but it wasn't making much headway — and a naked woman lay sprawled in front of me as if barring my way.
A dried, fishy scab at the corner of her mouth. Handprints on her cheek. Bite marks on her nipples. Several fist-shaped bruises across her healthy-looking abs. Her hair was such a wreck it looked like someone had torn chunks of it out. Anyone walking in would have thought she'd been beaten half to death.
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…………No. Wait.
What was this sense of wrongness?
This prologue-like monologue — I'd said it before, hadn't I…
Ugh, shit, I feel awful… Did I drink last night? Why are my memories such a mess…
I sat up.
Not a one-room apartment — I rose from an obviously luxurious bed in a room anyone would call opulent.
Squinting, I saw a chandelier overhead, marble underfoot, and sunlight pouring in through panoramic windows. Maybe it was the guaranteed right to sunlight, but the light came in warm enough that even with the air conditioner running on this cold day, the two forces balanced into a perfectly comfortable temperature.
………Still half-asleep, maybe.
Something snagged in my throat — that sense of wrongness.
Wrongness… from where, exactly?
The air conditioner… we must've left it on because we'd been going at it all day yesterday and the room got hot. Forgot to switch it off before bed.
Beep.
I turned it off and looked around.
A room far too lavish and expensive for a guy like me. Beyond the windows and the courtyard, houses stood in a row so high-end you had to wonder if this was still Korea, and a private swimming pool was attached to the inner yard. A private pool — not that anyone would use it in weather this cold — but even the lawn was meticulously kept, and the sight drove home all over again how completely out of my league this place was.
Right… my girlfriend Cash… I must've slept over at her place last night…
I remembered.
Cash.
My only girlfriend.
A mixed-race girl with strange tastes. When we were kids, I'd happened to spot her about to be kidnapped by Chinese traffickers, saved her, and that had started the whole connection that eventually turned into dating.
Elementary school… on the way home, probably. I'd seen a little girl being dragged into a van, forgotten all about calling the police, clung to the back of the vehicle, smashed a window, and gone completely berserk trying to get her out. Then I'd jumped the driver wrong and caused a traffic accident — one of the biggest events and achievements of my life. Even with tow trucks and fire engines swarming the scene right after, the kid in me had been so scared of getting chewed out by my parents that I'd just scooped her up and run without ever turning myself in to the cops. Looking back, it's a pretty funny memory.
Just how much of a little demon had I been?
………Hmm.
Even dredging up those old memories didn't make the wrongness go away.
It felt bad.
Worse than when I'd first learned about Cash's kink.
Ah, my head hurts. How much did I drink? I can't hold my liquor… Did Cash force it on me?
I still didn't know what was what, but I rubbed the gunk from my eyes, groped across the bed, grabbed the chain, and yanked.
"Hey, Cash. Get up, you useless bitch!"
Clank!
"Buhi— oof, oink~ Maaaster~♡"
"If you're awake, turn off the AC and wake me up, you dumb bitch. Everyone else already started eating and I'm the only one left out."
"Mmh, eh, heh heh, heh… s-sorry… I was just watching your face… Bwohoho~♡"
Through the dim haze of my vision, a beautiful woman appeared, face twisted in what looked like pain as the chain and collar held her tight.
Deep golden hair no dye could ever produce. Blue eyes shading toward navy. A mixed-race face that had somehow inherited only the good features… except for the big fat IDIOT scrawled across her forehead, the drool, and the carefully grown blonde hair I'd personally tied into such a mess that she looked like a complete fool no matter who saw her.
"I feel weird asking them to set something aside just for me. Let's go eat already."
"Bwoh, bwehe, bwehehe~♡ My parents aren't the type to make Master feel awkward~♡"
"I'm the one who cares. You kept going on about white pig this, white pig that — did your brain finally turn into a pig's too?"
"Mmh~♡ Bwo~♡ Bwohoho~♡ Y-yes, then let's hurry to breakfast~♡ I'll be your guide dog… no, your guide-pig~♡"
She hopped down from the bed with great enthusiasm and dropped onto all fours, so I immediately kicked her in the ass.
"Mgohoooink~♡"
"Hurry up."
"Bwo, bwo, bwehehe~♡ Yes, sir~♡"
Even with a footprint stamped on that big ass of hers, Cash strode forward without a shred of shame. I'd never used or raised a guide dog, but she was human, so she'd do better than an animal — I followed with the chain in hand. At the end of the busy morning footfalls we arrived, and through the dimness I could make out Cash's family already eating.
"Good morning."
"Oh, son-in-law~! Figured you'd sleep longer — you're up already!"
"Yes. Everyone else was already up, so it felt wrong to keep sleeping."
"Ah, it's fine, it's fine~! Sit, sit right there! No need to worry about that sort of thing! Haha!"
I exchanged greetings first with the head of the household — Cash's father — and sat in the seat he indicated.
Ah. Both Cash and I were naked, but that was perfectly normal here, so there was no need to mind it.
"Euoohoooh~?!"
So without any burden I yanked the chain, sat Cash under my chair, and planted my foot on her face.
"Mmph, oh, bwohoooh~♡ Nngh-hoong~♡ Euoong~♡ Oh~♡ Oobwooooh~♡"
I'd spit all over her face yesterday… so every time I stepped on it, my sole came away sticky.
"Mmo, bot, bwohoo, ot… nngh, oh, eubwoheung~♡"
"Haha! Look at her — she must love her future husband that much! She's squealing so hard she won't let go!"
"Bwohoooh~♡ Nngh~♡ That's right~♡ Master's going to be my husband, after all~♡ Nngh, oof, oheung~♡ Bwohoo~♡"
Oink, oink — her noisy squealing from under the table must have reached him, because he laughed loudly, and the blonde beauties seated beside him — Cash's mother and older sisters — laughed along with him.
"I'm glad you two still seem so close. When you were busy lately and didn't show your face, we were worried our daughter might finally be put out to pasture."
"Right~! Who else would take a stupid little sister like ours if not our brother-in-law?"
"Brother-in-law acts all snippy on the surface, but we heard him tormenting her all day yesterday~! You're that close — we wish you'd start thinking about marriage already~!"
I had no intention of becoming this pig's husband, but at least these people seemed to think of me that way. Come to think of it, it had been nearly ten years since I'd met Cash and fallen into this kind of relationship. Maybe it made sense.
"Matching Miss Cash's particular tastes like that — only the young master could manage it."
"We understand that feeling as well…"
Even the maids agreed — people who normally never inserted themselves into this kind of talk were nodding along with their employers.
And then they set a dog bowl down at my feet, right where Cash was.
"Even the ladies are saying so. What do you think? Consider it seriously."
"Exactly. I'd like a son of my own, and I'd like to hear someone call me Father one of these days."
"This isn't exactly breakfast conversation…"
I stepped down harder on Cash's head under the table.
"—Mmph?! Mmp, oh, bwohong, oh, oooooomp, eu, oooooong, ot, oh, eubup… oomph~♡ Eumph~♡ Eumwooooof~♡ Ugh~♡ Oo~♡ Eump~♡ I-I'll eat, then~♡ Mmp, oh~♡ Munch-munch-munch-munch-munch~♡ Oof, oomool~♡"
Grind, grind — I shoved her daughter's head into the dog bowl until her face was covered in rice grains, and kept the conversation going.
"Talking like that with so little confidence must be tiring for you both, but there is still the public eye. I don't know much about it myself, but you're a chaebol family everyone knows. If you pick up a bum like me, who knows what people will say later."
"Public eye, nothing… Look, we just want to dump our completely useless idiot little sister, sell her off, and get some peace already."
"Exactly. We want to find marriage partners ourselves, but with a shameless idiot like that wandering around the house, it's hard to bring a prospective husband home."
Squish~♡
"Mbuh~♡ Oof, oo, oooomp~♡ Ugh~♡ Oogookook~♡ Oof~♡ Oogu~♡ Guk~♡"
Cash's older sisters planted their feet on top of mine and joined in stomping her face. With just my foot she'd already been unable to pull her nose out of the dog bowl — now with the added weight, the choking, gagging sounds from under the table multiplied, accompanied by the scrape of nails on the floor.
"Mmk, oo, ooooooooh~♡ Oo, eu, guk~♡ Oomwo~♡ Ugh~♡ Euuuuuuung, oo~♡"
Screech, skritch, skreee-skritch~♡
"I don't like speaking harshly about family, but Cash is something of a failure — an idiot, you know."
"We went to the trouble of giving birth to such a pretty girl… Honestly, there's nowhere to marry her off, so we're the ones who have to bow our heads."
Her parents piled on as well.
"Mmfoof?! Ugh, oh, oomp! Ugh, guu, uuuuugh!!"
…Five feet on Cash's head.
They were pressing so hard that even my foot at the very bottom was starting to hurt a little.
"You say that, but you all dote on the young lady. I'm sure you're only speaking so harshly because you want to marry Miss Cash off to the person she loves most."
"And having the young master around softens the atmosphere for us as well."
True to form, the maids didn't join the stomping — but they did pour porridge over Cash's head with cheerful little laughs.
"Mbugreeeeeeooooheeeeeung~♡♡♡♡♡ Mubwooooheeeeeungheeeeeeeeeeeung~♡♡♡♡♡♡"
A little splashed onto my feet…
…Hot.
Just a light touch and it was this bad — Cash, who'd taken the whole pour, must have been in far worse shape.
"Mwoogohooooh~♡♡♡ Ugh~♡ Oooooheeeeng~♡♡♡ Ot, ah, aooooooooooooof~♡♡♡ Euuuuuuuuuuf~♡♡♡♡"
"Hey, idiot little sister. We're in the middle of a meal."
"You're too loud. Hold it in a little."
"Th-at, oobup, chi, mhaah~♡ It's too hot, hot~♡ Oooooomp~♡ Euuuuuuuuuuheeeeeeng~♡♡♡♡"
The sisters scolded, the parents chuckled fondly, and Cash clawed at the floor in agony — so I figured that was enough and lifted my foot.
"Honestly, son-in-law. You say you don't want to, but you're the first one to look after her. Your words and actions don't match."
"She can't get burned. And her throat looks dry — you have to take care of at least that much."
"My, how sweet~♡"
While Cash's parents gazed at us with unnecessary warmth, I reached under the table and waggled my cock.
"Cash. Come here."
"Oh, oheh, oh~♡ Yes, sir~♡ Oo, coming to drink right now~♡ Oof, oo, hooh, hooh, euoop~♡ Master, Master, oof, Maaaster~♡"
It was the kind of motion you'd use to lure a fish, and sure enough Cash responded. Her face had been buried in the dog bowl until her pale skin flushed bright red, with bowl-shaped marks left on her chin and forehead — a filthy, idiotic mug. On top of that, the way she pursed her lips and pressed her tongue to my glans looked so exactly like a carp or an octopus that I almost laughed.
"Lucky you, little sister. Your future husband takes such good care of you."
"Even our idiot little sister wouldn't go and drool out something he specially gave her, right~?"
"Mubwooop~♡ Oof~♡ O-of course not~♡ What Master gave me~♡ I won't spill a drop~♡ Mmp, oo, mmh~♡"
"…We'll see about that."
"Eumwoooong~♡ Mm, eoof, euummeu~♡ Eumng~♡"
She set the porridge-filled dog bowl under her chin, stretched her lips out, sealed them around my glans, and started sucking. The pressure was just right and felt good, so I spread my legs, smacked my lips over the rice and side dishes, and tensed my lower body.
"Mmph?!"
Sssssssssssssssss~♡
"Nngh, uomoot~♡ Oof, oh, oop~♡ Euuuuh~♡ Gulp~♡ Gulp~♡ Gulp~♡ Nngh, gu, gulpuuk~♡"
Along with the light stream of piss, the taste rolling around my mouth made me smile without thinking.
"How is it?"
"Oh, today's fish is delicious. The kind of flavor you can't buy outside… the flesh is nice and firm. I'd like to praise it more, but my vocabulary's failing me…"
"Right? The oil's soaked in beautifully, and it's nice and salty~!"
"Shall we do another one, then?"
"Is that all right?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
Sss… sss… ssssssssssss~♡
"Nngmot~♡ Oh, oop~♡ Gulp~♡ Gek, keu, oop~♡ Euuuung, oof, keheuoop~♡ Oof, oo~♡"
Suffering sounds rose from between my legs while the smell of a maid grilling fresh fish drifted to my nose. I wondered if it was really okay to freeload like this in someone else's house, but this family was so genuinely generous that I ended up making myself at home.
"Oof~♡ Eu, oop~♡ Ugh~♡ Euoop~♡ Gu, gek, geu~♡ Gegu, geuuu~♡"
Ssssss… ssssssss…… gurgle~♡
"Kh, oo, euung, ugh, knff… eu, kn, oo, euuugh……"
"Hey, idiot little sister? You know you're making those pathetic sounds right now?"
"Like we just said — you can't spill what brother-in-law gave you?"
"—Mfoot?!"
"Oh, come on~!"
"The second we say it, she spills!"
"——Bweheeeeeooooooo!!! Behek, bet, be, beheeeeeeeek!!!"
Honestly, I hadn't expected anything else.
It was always like this, so whatever.
"Kek, ke, heh, heh, I'm sorry… ugh, oo, because I'm an idiot… I'm so sorry… everyone…… and, M-Master… oo, eh… eeeek…… You went out of your way to care for me… oof… eubu… and I showed you something ugly again… hngk… hhk……"
The piss she couldn't finish drinking poured into the dog bowl that still held porridge, mixing together, and Cash clutched it tight and sniffled. Anyone could see she looked pitiful — but my reaction, and the family's, stayed cold.
"Hey, brother-in-law~! You say something too~!"
"That's right~!"
Especially the two older sisters. They were really vicious.
"Oo, I'm sorry… I'm sorry for being a stupid little sister… ugh, eu, uwaang… ugh…! Kahk…?!"
They stomped on their sniffling little sister's bright-red face again, smearing leftover food all over it.
At this point she was so grotesque that mixed-race looks or any other feature stopped mattering.
"She didn't spill it on the floor, so she'll just eat it all herself. What's the problem."
"Tch…"
"Brother-in-law just keeps covering for her to the end… If you marry her like this, she'll only climb all over you, you know~?"
"Yes, save the marriage talk for later… Cash. Spilling's fine — just eat all of it. Got it?"
"Oof, oo, eh… eep… Yes, Master… The dog food with porridge and piss mixed together… ugh, y-ye, e-I'll eat every bit of it…!"
"……Then we're good."
"Heh, heh, hehe, bwehehe… bwehek… bwoheheek…!"
Even treated like this, Cash laughed her pig-laugh.
Well — she was that kind of masochist. Nothing to be done about it.
"Mmph, oh, munch… munch… sluuurp… slurp… munch-munch-munch-munch~♡"
A woman who felt boundless joy at having her human dignity trampled and being treated as less than a beast.
A dignity-destroying masochist, thick with the urge for self-ruin.
"Emul~♡ Eum-eumuru~♡ Tsrurb, tsrup, tsup, emul~♡ Munch-munch~♡ Oof, gulpeek…!"
My lovely girlfriend, stomped on by everyone under the table, climaxed with joy at the violation of her human rights — and finally swallowed every filthy bit of it, then stuck out her empty dog bowl and her tongue to show me.
"Emu, oof, emul… emul… eeuumul… oof… bweheeeheeee~♡ Bwehe~♡ Bweheee~♡"
I didn't need her to say it.
That look of Did I do good? made me praise her honestly.
"Good girl."
"Bwehe~♡ Bwohehe~♡"
"—Ptoo!"
"Mbwohooot~♡ Thank you, Master~♡ Ohek~♡"
I finished breakfast by spitting in Cash's face as one last insult.
It was all the same as always — and yet I felt an unnaturally deep sense of wrongness as I started another new day.