3. First Day of Probation - 7, New Home, New Housemate
- Ring-ring~ Click.
At the sound of the lock disengaging, I turned the handle and pushed the door open. Beyond it lay a spacious entryway—one that looked nearly as big as the studio apartment I'd been living in. Past that stood an inner door of wood and frosted glass. Casting a glance at the drawer-like cabinets on either side that had to be shoe closets, I stepped up to the inner door and slid it open along its track.
"Welc—"
"GYAAAH~"
I'd been about to kick off my shoes, admiring how smoothly the door glided, when the unexpected shriek sent me stumbling backward. One shoe came off and was left sitting in front of the inner door as I retreated a few steps—and there, just beyond it, I could make out a shape of bare flesh.
"Are you all right?"
Dana, who had closed the front door behind us, braced a hand against my back as she asked. And the shape of flesh beyond the inner door—no, the person lying prostrate on the floor—pressed her forehead to the ground and rattled off at top speed.
- Jing-a-ling~
"I'm so sorry! I never meant to startle you, Mr. O... Waaah~ I am so sorry. I was only here to greet you, Mr. O. Haahng~ I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry."
Only then could I get a proper look at the person prostrate before me. Her outfit was as far outside my expectations as her posture. Kneeling with her face to the floor, she showed little more than her back—and there was hardly any clothing on it to speak of.
The only thing visible on her back was a single white cord tied off in a ribbon; everything else was bare skin. Her lower garment, just barely in view, was at least made of actual fabric, though it looked like it would leave half her rear on display. And on the white cloth that had to be her panties sat a tattoo of some design I couldn't make out.
The leg visible at her side wore white stockings dotted with black spots, running up past her thigh. The hand braced against the floor had a band of white with black Holstein patches as well.
Above all, perched on her bowed head was a headband with animal ears—white on the outside, pink within—flanked by two little horns. Her hair was done up in twin tails.
In other words, even at a glance, the woman prostrate on my floor was dressed head to toe in a dairy-cow cosplay. In any case, I spoke up to put a stop to her endless stream of apologies.
"Uh, it's fine. You just caught me off guard, that's all. Look, I'm okay, so you can stop now."
- Bonk.
- Jing-a-ling~
At my words the cow-girl raised her head a little—then dipped it right back down to the floor as she answered.
"Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you, Mr. O."
The chime of bells that rang out every time her head moved was starting to grate, but I turned to Dana first, needing to understand what was going on. At my glance, she bowed at a crisp ninety degrees.
"I apologize. I should have explained beforehand. The girl in front of you is the manager of this house that I mentioned—"
"So this is all normal, then? Then should we go inside and talk? It feels a little weird standing around out here."
Sensing that Dana's explanation was about to run long, I cut in with a hand on her shoulder. I wanted out of this absurd tableau: a nearly naked woman in a cow costume prostrate on the floor, Dana bowed at ninety degrees, and me standing in the entryway with one shoe on and one off.
"Oh! Of course. This way, Juhan."
Straightening up, Dana stepped ahead of me and slid the inner door I'd left half-open the rest of the way.
- Jing-jangle~ Jing-a-ling~ Jing-jangle~
At that, the still-prostrate woman began inching crabwise until she was pressed against the wall. The bells kept ringing with every move the cow-girl made.
Hopping on one foot back to the inner door, I stepped my bare foot into the living room and tugged off my remaining shoe as I spoke.
"I don't know quite what to call you, but... you can go ahead and get up now."
Contrary to my intent, the cow-girl pressed her head to the floor yet again.
"My name is Songah—Ju Songah—but you may call me whatever you like, Mr. O. I will tidy up the entryway and follow, so please go on ahead."
Not knowing what to do with that, I glanced back at Dana, whose hands were politely gesturing me toward the interior of the house. Scratching my head, I passed down the rather long hallway and into the living room.
The living room was spacious and simple. Whites and beiges gave the whole place a bright, airy feel, and a balcony ran along the north side, its enormous windows unfolding Olympic Boulevard and the Han River like a panorama.
A huge wall-mounted TV and tower speakers occupied the wall nearest the entrance. Across from them sat a wide beige sofa, with a black rectangular coffee table in front of it.
Following Dana's guidance, I took the middle of the sofa, and she settled into the seat at my left. Then came the jingle of bells.
- Jing-a-ling~ Jing-a-ling~ Jing-a-ling.
Out of the hallway by the entryway appeared the cow-girl—no, Songah. She was more than I'd imagined, too. First, the bells behind all that jingling hung from the choker at her throat, shaped exactly like a genuine cowbell, and the choker itself was white with black Holstein patches.
Her face was the classic Squirtle type: broad forehead, wide mouth, prominent cheekbones. Calling her a great beauty would be a stretch, but she had a cute face. She didn't look like she'd clear five foot three.
Around her waist was a tiny apron—tiny because it barely covered her thighs. It was just barely big enough to hide her panties, nothing more. Above it, just below her navel, was another tattoo, shaped like a pair of wings.
But what stunned me most were her breasts. She wore a spotted, bikini-style bra, triangular with the top edge a little longer, and it looked far too small for the job it was doing. No—Songah's breasts were simply enormous. The biggest pair I had ever seen in person.
A single one of Songah's breasts looked bigger than her face. They swayed heavily with every step, and my eyes had no choice but to follow. It was also odd how prominently her nipples poked out against the fabric.
And then there was the long tail visible between her legs. It seemed to emerge from between her thighs, and it was clearly not attached to her clothing. I had a fairly good guess where that tail was actually fastened.
She approached slowly, stopped in front of the table, and bowed in greeting.
"It is my honor to formally introduce myself. I am Ju Songah, manager of the residence where you will be staying, Mr. O."
With both hands folded in formal posture and her waist bent nearly ninety degrees, the deep valley between her enormous breasts opened up right before my eyes.
- Gulp.
I swallowed without meaning to.
Greeting complete, Songah knelt on the far side of the table and sat with her hands folded. Then Dana spoke. I had been about to tell her to take a seat on the sofa, but I stopped when Dana beat me to it—and what Dana said was nothing like what I'd intended.
"Songah. You're supposed to bring something to drink."
"Ah, I'm sorry... I mean, I apologize. Right away."
Bowing low enough to touch her forehead to the floor in apology, Songah sprang up and hurried toward the kitchen on the far side from the balcony.
And I got a full view of Songah from behind. Not quite a match for her chest, but there was the tail, emerging from between the cheeks of her sizable rear. The reason a tail could emerge at all was that the panties she wore were open at the seat—fabric up top, but cut out below, bare flesh on full display. I was staring right at it when Songah suddenly turned around.
I whipped my gaze away, and she came back over at a brisk pace, hands clasped at her chest, and asked carefully,
"Um... what would you like me to bring you?"
This time, too, Dana answered before I could.
"What do you have?"
"Ah! Coffee, juice, milk, cola, um... Oh! We have tea as well. Green tea, citron tea..."
Watching Songah count the options off on her fingers, I couldn't help but smile.
"I'll just have water, please. Cold."
At that, Dana added her own.
"Water for me too. With ice."
"Ye—yes, of course. Right away."
Songah turned again, bells jingling, and headed off toward what I took to be the kitchen. As I watched her go, Dana spoke.
"Juhan, I'm sorry—again—for not telling you in advance."
"No, it's fine. I... forgot, that's all. You remember what you told me before. That there'd be someone managing the place."
I could hardly bring myself to admit that the prospect of fucking Dana the moment we got home had driven everything else clean out of my head.
"Yes, those girls. By now, Songah and Jiyeon should have been added to your Farm, Juhan."
I took out my phone, opened BD-LINK, and went into the Farm menu. A new notification was waiting, and just as Dana had said, there under the A's, listed beneath Park Dana, were Ju Songah and Eun Jiyeon. I must have missed it while I was busy tormenting Dana.
"There are two of them?"
"This house is a bit much for one person to manage on her own, isn't it?"
By then Songah had returned with the water and set it on the table, then knelt down before it once more. At the sight, I rapped the empty cushion and said,
"The sofa's plenty wide. Don't sit on the floor—sit here."
Songah bowed her head yet again.
"No, thank you. I'm comfortable here. Forgive me—I am comfortable here."
I scratched my nose and looked at Dana, who read my intent and said,
"You heard him."
At the sharpness in her tone—nothing like how she spoke to me—Songah ducked her head once more.
"Ah. Thank you, Mr. O."
Then she rose slowly and, keeping a respectful distance, lowered herself gingerly onto the seat at my right.
"By the way—you keep calling me 'Mr. O.' Is that standard?"
"I'm sorry? That's... that's how I was taught..."
When Songah fumbled and trailed off, Dana picked up where she'd left off.
"Nothing's set in stone, but that's what most of us learn in training. Usually it's an honorific attached to your name, or Mr. O, Owner, Master, my Lord, Team Leader—people use all sorts. Every O-Class member prefers something different. Just pick whatever you'd like, Juhan."
"Then just call me the way Dana does. So, Songah-ssi... are you B-Class too?"
Hands folded, Songah answered my question.
"Please, don't stand on formality with me. I am S-Class."
Once again, Dana supplied the explanation.
"Songah and Jiyeon are S-Class. They're not full employees, but they are under our management, so feel free to treat them casually. They're both still in university—they look after the residence while going to school. And when Omniscients like yourself come to stay, they serve as attendants as well."
"Ah~ I see."
I raised my cup and took a sip of water, watching Songah all the while. She kept her knees together with her hands folded neatly atop them, and the press of her arms only made her enormous breasts stand out that much more.
"A university student, then. What year?"
"I'm a sophomore majoring in Korean Literature at Geonbuk University."
I knew Geonbuk University well. It was the school I'd applied to as a high-school senior and failed to get into, and the eating district around campus meant my friends and I had passed through the area often. I'd even had a close friend who got in there—though we'd long since lost touch. But if she was a sophomore...
"Then how old are you?"
"I turned twenty this year; my birthday has passed."
"Ah~ twenty..."
I was thirty-one this year, so more than a ten-year gap. For a moment, an image flashed through my mind: Songah and me, in bed. Me, sleeping with a girl more than a decade younger—and one built like that, no less. My daydream was shattered by a sharp voice.
"By the way, where is Jiyeon? We clearly told her Juhan was arriving today."
At Dana's words, Songah fidgeted with the fingers of her folded hands.
"Well, she helped finish unpacking your luggage and then stepped out for a bit. She has a club meeting at school today. She said she'd be right back. We were told you would be arriving in the evening, Mr. O. Jiyeon said she would only stop by briefly to show her face. I'm sorry. I contacted her a little while ago, and she said she's on her way. She'll be here soon."
- Jing-a-ling~ Jing-a-ling~
The bells rang out thanks to Songah ducking her head over and over as she spoke.
"Yeah, all right. These things happen. She could take her time and come after the meeting, though—I'd hate for her to rush back early on my account."
The moment I finished, Dana's hand closed gently over mine. When I turned my head to look at her, she spoke with steely finality.
"This isn't something you can let slide. Songah and Jiyeon belong to your Farm, Juhan. That means serving you comes before everything else. Yet on the very day she's meant to meet you for the first time, she books herself another engagement and isn't even home when you arrive? That is unacceptable."
"Is it really that serious?"
"Yes. It's a serious offense, and she must be punished for it. If you won't punish her, Juhan, I'll have to report it to the company—and then the penalty Jiyeon faces will be far worse. Considering the benefits those girls receive, something like this can never be allowed to happen."
Still in the dark about the company, I had no grounds to argue. Scratching my head, I stole a glance at Songah, who had her head hung low as if the offense had been her own.
- Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep beep!
- Ring-ring~ Clunk.
Just then, the sound of the front door opening was followed by hurried footsteps.