3. Probation Day 1 – 9: New Home, New Family
Though I'd finished giving her what she deserved, I just stood there staring at Jiyeon's wriggling red bottom, not knowing what came next. That was when Dana held out a palm-sized cylinder to me.
"Thank you for your hard work. It doesn't look like it's bad enough to need ointment, but just in case, go ahead and apply some."
I dipped my fingers into the cylinder full of white cream, scooped up a dollop, and dropped it onto Jiyeon's ass.
"Eeeeek~! It's cold!!"
The moment Jiyeon's ass gave a full-body shudder, Dana's flustered voice rang out.
"Master Juhan, I meant your hand. Jiyeon was going to take care of herself..."
At her words, I looked down at my palm. It had gone just as red as Jiyeon's bottom. I thought it over for a second, then spread the dollop of ointment sitting on Jiyeon's ass across her skin with my hand as I spoke.
"If I'm applying it to both of us at once, that's fine, right?"
"Huaah~ Uuungh~ Aahng~ Hnnngh~!"
Dana gave a small, wordless nod of consent. While I worked the ointment in, Jiyeon wriggled and cycled through an entire repertoire of moans. I kneaded her feverish bottom to my heart's content, rubbing until every trace of the cream had sunk into her skin. Jiyeon's ass was like a bouncy ball—silky-smooth skin with a serious perk to it, more than enough to make touching it its own reward.
At first I only used my right hand, the one I'd spanked her with, but Dana brought over more ointment and I put my left hand to work as well, kneading Jiyeon's ass with both of them. As I rubbed, her cheeks kept parting ever so slightly, and my eyes kept catching glimpses of the anus and pussy that flashed into view between them.
The skin around Jiyeon's pussy and asshole was just as smooth. The color matched the rest of her, and both her pussy and her anus were a pretty pink. Wanting a better look at her pussy, I deliberately tensed my fingers and pushed her cheeks from the inside out.
Naturally, the crack of her ass spread wider, and her pussy and anus came into even clearer view.
"Aahng~ Ahh~ Ah~ Nnngh~ Aah~!"
Jiyeon's moans, the springy feel of her ass, and the fun of watching her pussy on display—my hearing, my touch, and my sight were all being spoiled. The ointment had long since been absorbed, and by now I was simply fondling Jiyeon's ass for no reason at all. That was when Dana came over.
"Master Juhan, if you intend to keep enjoying yourself, perhaps you'd like to move somewhere more comfortable?"
At Dana's words, I straightened my head—which had tilted to one side without my noticing, just to get a better angle on her pussy—and lifted my hands off Jiyeon's ass.
"No, it's fine."
Smack!
With that, Dana snapped her wrist and gave Jiyeon's bottom a light slap.
"Ah!!!"
"Quit milking it and get up."
"I'm not milking it..."
Jiyeon rose, stood in front of me, and bowed at the waist.
"Thank you for your touch, Master O."
As I watched her bow, something caught my eye: Jiyeon's pussy. At some point her love juices had started flowing, and now a strand of them hung between her thighs, swaying back and forth. Seeing that, I glanced down at my own lap—my pants were soaked too.
"Dripping love juice everywhere, and yet you have the nerve to..."
"Being in pain and being turned on are two different things."
At Dana's jab, Jiyeon turned her head to the side and muttered it under her breath.
Jingle-jingle~ Jingle-jingle~
While the two of them were at it, Songa came jingling over, tore off some tissues, and wiped down the wet patch on my pants for me.
"Thanks."
Dana said, snapping the lid back onto the ointment container,
"Master Juhan, why don't you take this chance to change into something comfortable?"
"Good idea."
I nodded and got up from the sofa—then realized I had no idea where my room even was in this house.
"By the way, where's my room?"
As I looked down the hallways branching off the living room, it was Songa who answered.
"I'll show you the way. Please follow me."
Songa rose, pointed both hands toward the back of the house, and led the way. Following her down a narrow corridor, I found doors along both sides; my room sat at the very back of the house.
Songa opened one of the doors and stepped aside beside it. Passing through the door she'd held open, I discovered a bedroom roughly the size of a decent living room.
For all that space, the interior was simple. A wide window and an enormous bed caught my eye first. The white sheets and duvet were arranged as neatly as a hotel bed, and the mattress itself was big enough for four or five people to share. Nightstands with lamps flanked the bed on either side, and beyond that, a small round table and a plush armchair sat in front of it—and that was everything.
While I was busy sightseeing, Songa slipped in and slid open the sliding door at the back of the room.
Jingle-jingle~ Jingle-jingle~
"Master Juhan, this is the walk-in closet. All of your clothes have already been put away."
Stepping through the door Songa had opened, I found a dressing room like the ones you only ever see on TV. Beyond it, another door appeared to connect to a bathroom. Songa opened the drawers and wardrobe doors that held my things.
"Might as well shower while I'm changing."
"Yes, understood."
Even after I said I'd wash, Songa simply stood there looking at me.
"You're not leaving?"
"Pardon? I—I have to assist you, Master Juhan. Those are my orders..."
"I'm not a baby, you know..."
I'd been about to insist I could manage alone, but stopped mid-sentence at the sight of her. Tears brimming in her eyes, hands clasped together and fidgeting—finishing that sentence against that face felt impossible. And if I was honest with myself, part of me also saw this as a chance to work off the lust that spanking Jiyeon had stirred up.
"Haah~ Fine, then help me. Though there seem to be some things in there that aren't my clothes."
Songa's face broke into a smile the instant I agreed. With that big mouth of hers, the grin made her look exactly like a Squirtle—somehow adorable.
"Yes. We've prepared basic clothing for you as well."
With that, she walked me through what was where, item by item. I don't know much about fashion, but even I could tell at a glance that these clothes were expensive. The old me had owned exactly one suit, yet the closet held six brand-new suitcases that I'd never seen before, all by themselves.
I found a white short-sleeve shirt, black boxers, and black training pants to change into and set them on the furniture in the middle of the room. That rectangular piece, standing a little taller than my waist, doubled as a display cabinet; beneath the glass top sat a compartment for watches and ties, and the tie section was already reasonably stocked—though I myself had only ever owned two.
Just as I reached for my change of clothes, Songa came over and picked them up first. She carried them toward the bathroom and placed them in a square basket on top of the drawer unit beside the bathroom door.
"I'll help you undress."
"No. I've got the undressing part."
"Pardon? Still... Yes, understood."
This time I raised a hand to stop her as she approached, and she accepted it—though even then, she stood barely a step away.
This was already the second time since joining this company that I was undressing in front of a woman I'd just met. When I'd changed in front of Dana, she'd at least kept some distance, and she'd been sitting at her computer, so it had been more bearable. Now, though, a woman in a sexy hucow costume was standing right beside me.
Will I ever get used to this?
Before undressing, I emptied my pockets first. I pulled out my phone and set it down, and as I checked my other pocket, my hand froze. At my fingertips was a soft fabric that didn't belong to me. The panties Dana had given me that morning.
As I hesitated, Songa watched me with her head tilted in curiosity.
Well... it should be fine.
I spoke as I slowly drew the panties out of my pocket. The moment Songa saw them, she thrust out both hands to receive them.
"Um—this is..."
"Oh! Shall I store it for you? I have ziplock bags."
"What??"
I scrambled to explain, thrown off by her completely unexpected offer, while Songa was startled in turn that I would be startled by such an obvious question. And so, for a brief moment, the two of us just stood there facing each other, both of us gripping a pair of panties smeared with Songa's and Dana's love juices.
I turned her words over in my head until it finally clicked: Songa had thought I was a panty collector.
"No. Wash them and give them back to Dana."
"Ah—yes. I, um... thought you were collecting them.... My apologies. I'll have them washed and delivered to Dana."
Watching Songa tuck the panties safely away, I started with my shirt. The moment it was off, she took it and dropped it into a large cylindrical rattan basket—a laundry hamper, apparently.
Feeling self-conscious about my far-from-impressive torso, I gave it a pointless stroke of the hand, then untied my pants and let them fall. The instant I stepped out of them one foot at a time, Songa bent down, gathered them up, and dropped them into the hamper as well. Watching her move with such matter-of-fact ease, I gradually got used to the routine.
I peeled off my socks and handed them straight over, then took off the last thing left—my boxers. I was still half-hard. Thank God, I thought, that Songa wasn't getting an eyeful of a shriveled-up dick instead.
And so, fully naked, I stepped into the bathroom.
"One moment, please. I'll undress and join you."
The bathroom I entered, with Songa's voice at my back, had a split layout. The floor by the door was a dry zone: a long vanity ran along one wall, and deeper in stood a toilet fitted with a bidet.
The other side, divided off by a glass wall, had tiled flooring. A huge bathtub sat there, and even with the tub taking up space there was still a wide stretch of open floor.
First I stood in front of the vanity and took stock of what was around me. Then, catching my own reflection in the mirror above the sink, I took a moment to reorganize my situation: washing myself, in a bathroom I was using for the very first time, with the help of a woman I'd never laid eyes on before today.
I was still staring at the mirror when Songa came in. She was completely nude—everything off, even that outfit, if you could call it clothes. With her binding released, Songa's enormous breasts looked even more massive.
Their weight gave them a slight sag, but for breasts that size they held their shape remarkably well. They were like great bronze temple bells. Her areolae were wide, and her nipples—on the larger side themselves—stood stiffly at attention.
More than anything, though, my eyes kept drifting to the piercings in her nipples and clitoris. Each nipple bore tiny steel balls on either side—probably a Straight Barbell, the little-dumbbell shape.
Her clit wore a small open-ring piercing—a Circular Barbell, curved like a horseshoe with the bottom left open.
That was also why her nipples had visibly poked out when I first saw her. Her clit, too—perhaps thanks to the piercing—stood plump and engorged, proudly presenting itself.
Songa's pussy was thick and full. Even with the pronounced outer lips, her inner lips peeked slightly out from between them. The color was a pale brown. And the wing-shaped tattoo that began just above the seam of her pussy was plain to see in close detail.
When I couldn't tear my eyes away from her piercings, Songa spoke up carefully.
"If my body doesn't please you, I can call Jiyeon or Dana for you instead."
Even as she felt my gaze, she made no move to cover herself—hands clasped behind her back, feet crossing just a little shyly.
"Ah! No, it's fine. It's... it's just my first time seeing a piercing there in person. That's all. I'm okay."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"It's a gorgeous body—those big tits of yours are great too. Come help me, Songa."
I'd been aiming for something considerate and it came out as something absurd instead. But at my words—which would have offended most women—Songa's smile returned.
"Yes. Shall we have you brush your teeth, then?"
"Yeah. Sure."
Songa picked up an electric toothbrush I'd never seen before from the vanity, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and came toward me. My old toothbrush had probably been thrown out, I figured. She looked ready to brush my teeth for me if I left her to it, so I raised my hand and said,
"I'd be more comfortable doing the brushing myself."
"Understood. Then I'll go finish the preparations."
She switched the toothbrush on, handed it to me, then slid open the glass door and stepped into the tub area.
Cautiously introducing my first-ever electric toothbrush into my mouth, I kept my eyes on Songa through the mirror.
Once inside, Songa first ran water into the tub. Then she fetched the chair sitting in the corner and an air mattress that had been propped against the wall, setting both down on the wide expanse of floor in front of the tub. The chair had a hole through the middle of its seat.
Next she brought over a small plastic washbasin, the kind you'd see in any public bathhouse, scooped a little water into it, and pumped a measure of liquid from the dispenser. Then she removed her nipple piercings and set them on a small shelf mounted to the wall.
So this time, I'm getting the soapland experience.