Dean's Dog?

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: Dean's Dog?

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Dean's Dog?

"What the hell is this? Spam or some phishing scam?"

The moment I laid eyes on that weird app, a wave of unease washed over me.

I'd seen the news blow up about it before.

If you installed an app laced with malware, your phone turned into a zombie device and all your data got stolen.

...Nah, whatever. There's nothing super important on my phone anyway.

The really critical stuff was stored separately on my computer or in the cloud.

Still, it left a bad taste in my mouth.

"Can't I just delete this thing?"

Just to be safe, I tapped it anyway.

...For a phishing scam, the message was oddly polite.

Come to think of it, the name was a bit suspicious too.

'Player Coaching System'? Of all things?

"Tch! It's too weird to just be random spam. Is this auto-installing on all the coaches at the academy?"

I checked just in case, but there were no announcements about it.

"Ugh, whatever. Not like that's my biggest problem right now."

I tossed my phone onto the bed out of habit.

It made a worrisome clunk, but I ignored it.

If I didn't hit some performance target in the next month, my livelihood was toast. What did a stupid app matter?

If it felt off, I'd just wipe everything and factory reset.

"Gotta figure something out within the month."

I scratched my head and dove into my major textbooks and related sites.

I pulled an all-nighter and came up with a few ideas, but honestly, I had no confidence they'd actually work.

30 days later.

The month flew by in a flash—and ultimately meant nothing.

I'd put in a solid effort during that time.

But it wasn't enough to satisfy the Dean.

In the end, once the promised month was up, she summoned me again.

"Coach Han. The month's up, just as we agreed."

The Dean's office was dead silent, empty except for us.

The ticking clock and her voice cut through the air with unnatural clarity.

"Coach Han, you haven't produced any results in all that time. Admit it."

I swallowed hard.

No choice but to own up to it.

I'd compiled reports, talked to as many students as possible.

Still, no 'meaningful' changes to show for it. That was the truth.

"I know it's shameless, but could you give me just one more chance?"

"After giving you a whole month?"

"In that month, I met with several athletes, talked to them, and I really think I can help."

"Hmm. And?"

Will this work?

No choice but to cling for dear life.

"It made me realize I can do this—I felt that pride of guiding someone. I want to keep coaching! I want to bury my dreams and bones in this job!"

"That doesn't sound like a reason for us to keep you on."

"Even grunt work is fine! Cleaning the office or whatever—I'll do it all, just please let me stay as a coach!"

I just needed to keep my foot in the door at the Korean Sports Academy.

Even if it took years, opportunities would come eventually.

I poured that desperation into my plea to the Dean.

"Hmm... I see."

The Dean rose from her seat and approached me.

I thought she'd stop, but she closed the distance until her scent hit me full force.

'Th-this is way too close, isn't it?'

Her deep cleavage filled my view.

Was it my imagination, or was she showing more skin than before?

"Do you know why I do a job like Dean?"

"To advance our nation's sports world, of course..."

"Pfft! Not that ridiculous excuse."

The Dean placed her hand on my chest.

Her touch slithered downward like a snake.

The soft hand grazed my chest, solar plexus, stomach in turn.

Then it reached between my legs—right to my dick.

Her eyes had already clouded with lewd desire.

"D-Dean?"

"Because I get to enjoy young, fresh guys like you as much as I want. And sometimes—"

Her hand slipped straight into my pants.

I felt her soft grip close around my dick.

"—I catch a really good one."

Was it her stunningly beautiful face and figure?

Even as she did this, my dick hardened.

"Oh my, impressive size and heat. I like it."

"...A beauty like you could have any guy she wanted, right?"

"Hehe. Praising an old lady like me feels nice."

The Dean smiled at me seductively.

Seeing it made my dick twitch harder in her hand.

Truth be told, the Dean's body and looks were top-tier.

Even among the young athletes here, she'd rank in the top handful.

"But normal relationships are boring. I crave something stimulating, thrilling. You get it, right? Hoo—"

Her hand gently stroked my dick and balls, teasing me.

She whispered sweetly in my ear, her breath hot.

A shiver raced down my spine.

"You want to stick around here longer, don't you? So are you just gonna sit there? Or am I not good enough?"

I swallowed hard.

What she wanted was crystal clear.

Who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wouldn't want the Dean?

With a body like that tempting you? I'd have jumped at a normal date.

'And if I play this right, I can stay on as coach.'

Sex with a hottie like this and keep my job?

No way I was passing that up.

Plus, her body turned me on.

All the pent-up frustration and stress exploded as raw lust.

"You're the one who started this, Dean."

"Kyaa!"

I yanked her close and threw her onto the sofa.

Then I mounted her.

"W-wait... too rough... mmph!"

I sealed the mouth that always spat cold words with my lips.

I sucked her cherry lips and tangled our tongues.

"Mmm... chu... wait... haa! Puhah!"

While kissing fiercely, I stripped off her blouse.

A flashy black bra came into view.

Seeing it, I knew she'd come prepared.

More than anything, those massive tits stuffed inside...

It was a breathtaking valley that explained why they call women's cleavage that.

'How does a woman over 30 have a body like this...'

Her flawless curves snapped a bit of reason back into me.

But that only fueled my desire to conquer her even more.

"Haa... haa... what're you waiting for? Hurry..."

The Dean whispered so faintly it was barely audible.

Yeah, this wasn't force—she wanted it.

Confirming that blew away reason and desire alike; a beast took over my mind.

The beast roared inside, craving to claim her.

At the same time, I wanted to melt her gently.

"Ahhhn..."

I slowly caressed her breasts, brushing her skin.

The Dean trembled with a soft moan, clearly enjoying it.

"Ah... haa... I'm shivering so much right now... harder, harder please..."

Her voice had melted away.

So faint you'd miss it if you weren't listening.

But it rang crystal clear in my ears.

Permission to handle her rougher.

It awakened excitements and cravings I never knew I had.

"What, acting all high and mighty usually, but wearing slutty lingerie underneath."

"Haht!"

I unhooked the bra, revealing her pale tits.

They were huge, but the pink nipples stirred a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man's urges.

Perky without a hint of sag, perfectly shaped.

I'd never seen tits this perfect, not even in porn.

"These udders are fucking lewd too."

"S-such vulgar words..."

"Shut it. You tempt men with tits like these."

"Haaang!"

Always buried in stuffy suits, hiding flesh like this.

The violent volume made my mouth water.

I couldn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hold back and sucked hard on her left tit.

"Chuuup...!"

"Aht...! Sucking like that out of nowhere...!"

I savored the soft breast and stiff nipple with my mouth and tongue.

I pinned her body as she reflexively tried to push me away.

Dean or not, trained athlete or not—she was still a woman.

I had the strength edge, and right now, I dominated her.

"Ahhuk! Wait...! Just wait! What do I do! Ahk! N-no! Nooo...!"

She squirmed in my arms, but it was pointless.

I pinned her with my body, ravaging her nipples with my mouth, her tits with my hands.

Teasing the tips with my tongue.

Pinching them hard with my fingers.

Each time, she shuddered and clung to me.

"Eut... heuk...! N-no... I-I'm... please stop...! Ahh, gonna cum...!"

Her moans grew frantic, then suddenly quieted after a bit.

I tormented her tits a while longer, then looked down.

"Haa... haa..."

Her limbs went limp, strength drained.

But her hips kept twitching.

Her ecstatic gaze told me exactly what she wanted.

"Haha! Let's see how slutty elegant Yoo-jin really is inside."

"Ah... hht!"

I deliberately used informal speech and her name.

Guessed she liked this play.

Sure enough, she writhed her hips in delight.

Her catlike movements screamed how bad she wanted my touch.

"Ahng... not there right now. Please no more..."

"Shut up and stay still."

"Eungk!"

I brushed off her protests and peeled off her H-line skirt.

Black lacy panties matching the bra.

They were soaked, ready to go.

Pressing the center with my finger squeezed out some clear nectar.

"Ah... haa... d-don't touch there, ahng! F-fingers... so big and hard..."

"Mouth says no, but your pussy's honest. Begging for dick."

I pulled down the panties, spouting porn lines.

Even lost in pleasure, she lifted her hips to help.

Her pretty pink pussy glistened shyly up at me.

Do all beauties have pretty pussies too?

Nothing like the granny porn I'd seen—color, shape, everything superior.

Wonder how sensitive it was?

-Squish!

"Ahhheung!"

I shoved two fingers right in.

The wet pussy took them easily.

I hooked them like a claw, scraping her inner walls.

Thrusting deep mechanically, her hips convulsed wildly.

"Eut! Heut! S-stop...! Really can't take it...! Spare the pussy! Ahhrung!"

"Liar. You're loving it. Pussy's sucking my fingers like crazy."

"N-no... I'm not that kind of girl... eek!"

She couldn't hold out; her back arched like a bow.

Fingering alone sent her over the edge.

"Ah! Hwat...! Th-that's enough... please stop here..."

She twisted her hips lewdly as she spoke.

Her soaked, whimpering voice sounded like she meant it.

But I saw right through it.

Her hands clutched my sleeve, pulling me closer.

Not the reaction of someone who wanted to stop.

"Hoo! Fucking hot."

Her teasing gestures only stoked the fire.

I stripped us both naked.

Her premium pussy twitched invitingly.

My dick throbbed at max, eyeing her peach-ass tits.

"Ah... wait... too big..."

"Cut the act and hold still. Your pussy's in heat for young, fresh cock."

I gripped her thighs as she tried to flee in mock fear.

That alone excited her; she squirmed uncontrollably.

I rammed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my dick into her pussy mercilessly.

-Shluck!

"Ohheuk...!"

A bitch-in-heat moan escaped her lips.

You could tell it wasn't acting just from the sound.

It came from deep in her gut.

The voice of a bitch submitting to cock.

"Kuh! Trained women are different, huh? Pussy's top-tier like her body."

"Haa...! Eungk...!"

Her pussy clenched exquisitely, wriggling.

Guarding against the intruder or sucking it deeper? Hard to say.

'Either way, premium pussy confirmed.'

Athletic women's inner muscles hit different.

At her age, it wasn't worn—it was perfectly ripened.

"Eug... wait... just wait..."

Her hands pressed my chest—pushing? Excited?

Feeling my hard muscles, her pussy suddenly clamped tight.

'Body's honest, unlike her mouth.'

I didn't miss the opening, slamming in deep.

-Shlurp...!

"Ohheeeuk...♥"

Her eyes bulged; she convulsed.

Head thrown back, hips shaking—she'd climaxed hard.

'Dick's all the way in now.'

She was lost in orgasm, mindless.

Her tensed toes wiggled wildly.

Mouth agape, savoring the cock and pleasure inside her.

"Dea...♥ Ahng♥ Heuk... eok♥"

"Teasing men with those tits and ass, but your pussy's a sloppy mess."

"Heung...♥ Don't say that... aaang!"

I grabbed her massive tits, kneading freely.

Already wrecked by pleasure, she jerked at every touch.

"W-wait... p-pussy's stuffed full... haa♥ Aaang♥"

"Going crazy, huh? How'd you act so elegant with a slutty hole like this?"

-Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Ohook...! Ehek♥ So deep inside...! Ahk♥ Eug♥"

I pistoned my hips in earnest, pounding her pussy.

Each deep thrust drew bitchy wails like she was cumming nonstop.

'I'm fucking the Dean...'

The woman who ruled coaches and athletes with her charisma.

Now sprawled under me, pussy juice gushing, mewling like a slut.

Her wrecked face and bouncing tits sent thrills through me.

"Euguk...! Heup♥ Oot♥ Hook♥ Eueup♥ Euk♥"

Her sounds were beyond moans—dying gasps.

The raw vulgarity, impossible to fake, made my dick throb harder.

"Eheuk♥ Hik...! S-slower...! Euhuut♥ Uk♥ Eup♥"

"How's it feel? Getting railed by a younger guy's cock?"

"Ah...! Higeuk♥ G-good... so good...♥ Just go easy...♥ Heung♥"

The mighty Dean, pinned helpless by my dick.

Dominating a woman with just cock gave massive pleasure.

But I couldn't lose sight of the goal in the heat.

I poked her weak spots, tormenting her senses.

"Forget the one-month results. You're making me official coach now, right?"

"Eungk...♥ Y-yes♥ I'll make you official...♥"

"Good. Now take this creampie."

"Ohheeeuk♥"

I squeezed her tits hard as I came inside.

Best orgasm of my life.

Her pussy's milking sent pleasure surging through my dick the whole time.

"Eungk... eohung...♥"

Afterward, her body slumped limp.

White cum leaked from her gaped pussy.

"Heok... heeek...♥ No more...♥"

Surprisingly, she couldn't move.

Too wrecked to even twitch.

'This should let me stick around the academy somehow.'

After the sex.

The Dean kept her word faithfully.

She hired me officially as her secretary assistant coach.

"Start tomorrow. Clean up nice and come fully prepared♥"

But the job change meant no more normal life.

Or rather, it was nothing like I'd imagined.

The work itself was laughably easy.

Clean the office, sort some files—done.

At night, I'd get called to her place for sex.

"Ahk! Heung! Good...♥ Baby! Deeper, pound all the way in...♥"

Felt like I was her personal gigolo.

Life was luxuriously fun.

4 million won hit my account monthly, no sweat.

'Work' was just fucking the Dean's killer body and face.

I tried focusing on coaching anyway.

But the pleasure was too addictive.

...I found the video a few months later, while tidying her computer.

It was footage from our first time in her office.

Perfect angle on her pleas.

Contrasted with my rough actions and dirty talk.

To a stranger—or even me—it looked like rape.

If she sued, I'd be in prison easy.

...Of course, she'd never blackmailed me with it.

Maybe she deleted it before I noticed.

Or used it for masturbation, given her kinks.

But the fact she could ruin my life anytime...

That was psychological collar enough.

Shaken, I asked her about it first; she just smirked.

"Coach Han's smart enough to figure it out, right?"

She lifted my chin with a finger, locking eyes.

"From now on... live as my dog."

After that, my life revolved around the Dean.

Even on business trips, she'd drag me along as 'secretary.'

At the lodging, we'd start with kisses and sex.

I became known as her personal aide at the academy.

People who'd ignored me changed their tune.

Not quite shadow power broker, but court favorite level.

"Director Han! Could you put in a word with the Dean?"

"Our department has this super talented kid. Hook us up?"

"Know a great spot. Drinks on me—I'll escort you."

But coaching became a distant dream.

Dust gathered on the textbooks I'd devoured nightly.

Plus, the Dean was jealous and possessive.

She blocked female and male athletes from approaching.

'...This isn't what I wanted.'

Life wasn't bad.

But was this the coach's dream I'd chased?

Even as I pondered, I rushed off at her text today.

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