Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Our Bitch Doesn't Bite!
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Villain Alliance "executive," my ass. Combat power? Yeah, right.
A husband so useless he couldn't sense a damn thing and was always on the brink of death!
For a guy like me, the world's strongest magical girl—my wife, Sora, aka Pink Lumina—finally took action.
The Cognitive Impairment Amulet.
Thanks to that spell, even in her transformed state, she could slip past people's perceptions and stand by my side not as "Magical Girl Lumina," but as an ordinary "lifeform."
A double life as a magical girl and a villain.
And behind it all, the secretive, humiliating "training sessions."
That was the real point—and the thrill—of this mission.
Early morning.
Dressed in running gear, I was strolling along the Han River path with my "pet dog" in tow.
I'd chosen the Han River as our first training spot for a simple reason.
It was a famous walking route, so the layout was familiar, and at dawn, there were hardly any people around—no need to worry about prying eyes.
The perfect beginner's course.
The sky was a bit overcast with clouds, but the humidity was low, and a cool breeze was blowing.
"Not bad for a first run, huh, honey?"
"Ughhh…."
By contrast, a short groan came from behind me, like she'd been dragged out against her will.
We were just about to start training when the leash dangled loosely in the air—she wouldn't budge an inch.
I followed the leash with my eyes.
And right then.
At the entrance to the women's restroom, instead of her usual black hair, sparkling pink twintails caught my eye.
Below them, eyes gleaming like pink diamonds.
And on her head, a pair of perky dog-ear headbands.
My favorite. The world's strongest magical girl.
Right now, disguised as "Pet Dog Lumina," my wife was peeking out from the gap in the women's restroom door, grunting and holding her ground.
Her cheek squished slightly against the doorframe, her voice muffled with heavy breaths leaking out.
"Honey… Do we really have to do it like this? I'm so embarrassed…!"
That one line hit me straight in the crotch.
…Fuck, this was beyond expectations.
The moment I saw Lumina grunting like that, my dick swelled up instantly.
It ballooned in my pants like it was going to rip the flesh apart, precum leaking out like crazy.
'Shove it in that pink bitch right now!'
My cock seemed to scream it on its own.
But today's mission wasn't just about sticking it in.
'Tame her with pleasure and shame.'
That was the theme.
Make her lose her pride as a magical girl, so her body got wet at my slightest command.
So for now… I had to hold back.
It wasn't time yet.
Hold it together, Kim Taegon… until you completely wreck that pink-haired bitch!
Yank yank.
"Honey, what's the holdup? You went through all the trouble of getting into costume—if you keep this up, it's pointless."
"B-but… can't we just find another way? I mean, I'm still a magical girl…!"
"You scared right now?"
No matter how hard I tugged the leash, Sora wouldn't cross the threshold. She just poked her head out, trembling.
Her cheek pressed against the doorframe, squished flat, her terrified eyes darting around wildly in the air.
No matter how many times I called, all she let out was a feeble "Woof…"—she wouldn't crawl out.
A bitch in heat who couldn't even wag her tail. Pure scared puppy through and through.
Whether it was that damn shame holding her back, we ended up bickering at the door for a while, me dragging and her stalling.
But did resisting change anything?
It was only a matter of time anyway.
"Excuse me! How do you just leave your dog in the women's restroom like that?!"
"Ah, haha… Sorry about that. We're in the middle of training."
Sora's eyes widened in a flinch.
Her huddled face, which had been hiding like a dead mouse, twitched, and I seized the moment with a light smile, giving the leash a quick —tug.
Beyond her gaze, a group of middle-aged ladies out for an early morning jog.
Thanks to the Cognitive Impairment spell, to their eyes, Sora looked like just a naughty bitch in heat.
'P-people…?!'
Hunched at the women's restroom entrance with a leash on, of course she'd look like a nuisance dog blocking the way.
The ladies glared at Sora for obstructing the entrance, but they seemed even more pissed at me, pointing accusingly.
"You can't even handle one pet? Letting it go into the women's restroom—what kind of sense is that?"
"People these days think owning a dog excuses everything. The owner looks just like the dog—no manners!"
The ladies unleashed their merciless barrage.
I deliberately exaggerated a servile expression to let their insults sink deep into my wife's ears, bowing at a perfect ninety degrees, nodding repeatedly.
And for good measure, I dropped to my knees on the ground.
Right here in the middle of the Han River path.
Dogeza.
I pressed my forehead to the dirt-covered ground, flat on my belly before their feet, not like a dog owner but like a mangy mutt myself.
"I'm truly sorry. Her training's still lacking…!"
I staged a scene too cringe-worthy to watch with eyes open.
Laughter echoing from somewhere.
The click of phone cameras.
I endured every bit of humiliation for one reason.
To make her… crawl out.
And that moment came.
"Hngh… Woof…♥."
That's my good wife.
Couldn't stand seeing her husband trampled by strangers, huh?
In the end, Sora swallowed her held-back sobs and crawled out on all fours as the leash pulled.
The instant she crossed the restroom threshold, her body was exposed to the sunlight for the first time.
"Tsk tsk, finally coming out? Can't stand your owner getting chewed out, huh?"
"Hey! Keep that dog under control!"
"Yes, I'm really sorry."
The ladies' voices poured down from above.
To their eyes under the Cognitive Impairment spell, Sora was still just a naughty female dog. But reality was different.
What she wore couldn't even be called clothes—a pathetic beast cosplay.
Across her chest, cross-shaped leather straps dug into her perky tits, barely covering her nipples.
Below, between her thighs, no panties—just a single heart-shaped sticker ambiguously plastered over her spread pussy.
Even that got rubbed as she crawled, her wet labia peeking out bit by bit, clear fluids smearing the sticker's edges and slicking her inner thighs.
With every crawl on all fours, her tits dangled heavily below, her pussy wedged between her ass cheeks—more obscene than naked.
That outfit wasn't meant to cover her. It existed purely to expose her without her realizing.
And yet.
"H-honey… A-are you… o-okay…?"
"Huh? With what?"
"Just now… In front of people… You got on your knees and begged… Hic… Because of me… Sorry…."
That was…
What the hell was she saying right now?
After the ladies went into the restroom, as we hurried away toward the nearby path to put distance between us.
I'd deliberately dogeza'd to shove humiliation down her throat—any normal woman would've snapped, called me a pervert, right?
But Sora was crying.
That tone, those eyes…
It was guilt. Pure guilt for making her husband take the heat because she wouldn't come out.
'How much more do I have to tease you to satisfy you?!'
Dressed in something worse than naked, dragged out crawling, pussy and nipples on full display—and she felt guilty about it.
"Hic… Because of me… Really… I'm so sorry… Woof…."
She rubbed her face gently against my shoe tip.
The pose was like a real dog who'd messed up, begging forgiveness.
But to my eyes, it was a lewd bitch, eyes brimming with tears as she gauged her owner's reaction, desperately pleading for submission.
…Fuck, how was I supposed to hold back?
Throb!
"Eek?! H-honey?! What are you doing right now?! This is a park…!"
"Even if you say that, this is all your fault, Sora!"
"Wh-what do you meeean—?!"
My dick was going berserk for real.
From the moment I woke up this morning until now, it hadn't gone soft once—but this was next level.
Riiiip!
In the end.
The jeans zipper burst open, ripping through my underwear, and my raging erection sprang out into the open air.
Veins bulging bright red, the tip split wide like it was tearing, dripping thick globs of precum.
One look, and it was clear—if I left it like this, my blood pressure might blow a vein in my cock.
And this was a public park.
Lucky it was a quiet morning with no one around, but if someone snapped this for SNS?
I'd be arrested on the spot for public indecency.
And my wife Sora? She might look like a naughty bitch from afar, but up close, a beast-cosplay magical girl with just a heart sticker on her pussy and a leash.
If a cop came close and touched her?
The Cognitive Impairment spell was weak to physical contact.
The moment it broke, Pink Lumina would be a crazy bitch crawling with her pussy exposed, and I'd be the pervert husband with a hard-on in broad daylight.
Our lives ruined for good.
Worse, some other guy's hands groping my wife under the guise of a search? Unthinkable.
So.
"First… we gotta head behind that tree and drain these balls."
"Y-you don't mean… right here?"
"Yeah. This is a real 'emergency' now. Sora, spread your pussy. You're taking responsibility too."
I believed this was a launch for world peace, a wank for family stability, and the final phase of bitch training.
With that conviction, I tugged her leash—
And we slowly moved into the shade of a small tree in the quiet park.