Silk Blond (6): Leashed and Obedient
At my command to take off her pants, Silk Blond—no, Malang—looked up at me with eyes caught between confusion and anticipation.
"W-what are you gonna do?"
Her question sounded like she was embarrassed to strip, but depending on what I had in mind, she could endure that shame. But giving a specific answer like some amateur? No way. I'd survived fifteen years of life-or-death scraps with Ska, so I wasn't a rookie. Instead of replying, I gripped her chin with my thumb and index finger, pulling her face slightly toward me.
"What do you think I'll do if you take off your pants?"
Looking down at her from above, imprinting my dominance instinctively, her face flushed even deeper red. Not from shame—from excitement. The longer I loomed over her, the rougher her breathing got, her mouth parting sloppily.
"Gulp! H-haa...."
She kept swallowing hard, looking just like a dog eyeing a tasty snack. The Silk Blond who always stayed cool and smug, snorting like whatever I did was cute? Gone. Now, in front of me, was nothing but a bitch in heat, wings of fantasy unfurling from one loaded question.
Just grabbing her chin and murmuring low had reduced mighty Silk Blond to this. It was so ridiculous, I couldn't help smirking.
"H-huh?!"
Meeting my eyes, Malang's mouth gaped wider, her gaze turning misty like a girl in love. Reason fled her eyes, leaving only instinct. She wagged her fluffy golden tail furiously, gulping nonstop.
"Hek...! Gulp. Heek...! M-Master. That face right now is too sexy... So cool."
I'd nearly buckled under those perfect tits earlier, thinking this fight would be tough. But really, just a glance and a few words had swung momentum my way.
Easier than I thought. Conquering Silk Blond... no, Malang. From the moment she'd collared herself without even needing the Hypnosis App, the battle was decided. She hadn't hidden knowing about the app—in fact, she'd straight-up signaled for me to hypnotize her ASAP. Trying to force the collar on her, using that word "grateful" to rile me up? All just to get "hypnotized" faster.
Realizing that hit me anew: how much she liked me, and how much of a perv she was. And now, that perv was losing her mind, turning into a bitch with nothing but mating on the brain.
From the second I'd ordered her pants off, this lewd flow was unstoppable. All I could do was accelerate it and wrap things up quick.
I grabbed her soft tits barehanded. No Rabbit Hole sparks, but she shuddered like she'd been electrocuted.
"Hrngk?!"
"Malang, you begged to be trained like a dog—why're you still pretending to be human?"
"H-haa! Hng! Hnngh....!"
Every time I squeezed and released, she let out moans mixed with ragged breaths, trembling. Craving more of my touch, she leaned forward, arching her upper body.
We were already close enough to lock eyes with her chin in my grip. Leaning in like that buried her face right in my chest.
Squish.
As expected, her nose plunged into my character tracksuit. In that instant, her reason shattered.
The collar Silk wore was meant to beastify humans, but it had failed—only growing dog ears and a tail. Or so she'd said.
"Sniff, hnng! Sniff, hngh! Sniff, hngt♡ Hak! Heek♡"
But watching Malang bury her nose in my clothes, losing her shit to the scent? Clearly, it went further. She'd gotten super-sensitive to smells like a real dog. Already hooked on my scent, in heat like this? Total meltdown.
To savor it deeper, she wrapped her arms around my waist, snuffling relentlessly, head dipping toward the thickest source: my crotch.
Plus, I'd crashed at the dorm yesterday without showering, then got mounted by Lapis Julie right after waking up—pants barely pulled up before coming here. If dog-nose Malang sniffed my dick now, she'd turn full bitch and drain me dry. That'd be death by creampie overload, so time to pump the brakes. Never hand over control.
"Hngt! Hnngh♡ Haa♡ Sniiiiff....!"
Her chin had slid down to my navel when I blocked it with my palm. Cut off from her prize, she glared up sharply, annoyed.
"Why block me?"
But ass thrust back, legs awkwardly spread? Not scary—hilarious. I smirked, one corner of my mouth lifting.
"If you wanna keep going, strip pants and panties. Get fully naked like a real dog, Sunbae."
"Eek....!"
The sudden formal speech and "sunbae" made Silk Blond's eyes widen in shock. Those big eyes swirled with fluster, taboo thrill, and massive excitement from it. Drunk on my scent already, revving her up more was effortless.
With control locked tight, I whispered softly to her.
"As long as you're wearing pants, I have to see you as my sunbae. And I don't really wanna cross lines with her. But if you ditch being human and become bitch Malang...."
"Th-then?"
Gazing into those pumpkin-orange eyes brimming with expectation and lust, I dangled the irresistible bait.
"I'll spoil you rotten. Malang."
"Eek....?!"
Silk Blond couldn't tear her eyes off my face. What expression was I making? I touched my mouth—yep, smirking.
...Fuck. Embarrassing.
I wiped it off and looked back. She was lost like I had been at her tits, drool dribbling from her slack mouth. Wiping it with my thumb like a proper bitch, she flushed crimson and pulled away, ashamed.
"Eugh!"
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes a messy storm of shame, excitement, and anticipation, then unzipped her pants.
"Potsi, you're so mean....♡"
Grumbling like last-ditch pride, but her voice dripped excitement. She was loving this.
"No way I could say no to getting spoiled♡"
With that, Malang yanked pants and panties down in one go. Her pale, flawless nude body revealed itself.
She blushed like it was embarrassing, but didn't cover up. Craving my praise outweighed the shame.
"H-how's it look? Pretty?"
"Yeah."
"Eek?! ...Heehee♡"
Golden pubes matching her hair sparsely crowned her lower belly, blending perfectly with her tight slit. First time seeing Silk Blond naked, it struck me as beautiful before lewd—flawless. Ideal birthing hips: in where it counts, out where it shines. The curves from tits to waist to pelvis? Pure art.
But I hadn't ordered her stripped just to ogle. Forcing my rising smirk down, I beckoned with a finger.
"C'mere."
"Y-yeah!"
Malang scampered over, tail wagging like a puppy. Up close, even prettier. Not the point, though.
Her collar was perfect in design and feel—but missing one thing.
"Love the collar, but no leash is the problem."
I pulled the drawstring from my tracksuit pants, tying it to the collar as an improvised leash. Not as long or sturdy as a real one, but we weren't walking far. This length was fine.
"Temporary, but better than nothing."
"L-leash... Connected to Master.... Hnnght♡"
Thrilled, Malang rubbed her thighs, quivering. I placed a hand on her head—not petting, commanding.
"Leash on. Time to start. Sit."
"W-wan!"
Instant obedience. She squatted frog-style, hands forward by her belly—peak dog pose, insanely hot.
"Good girl. Our Malang listens so well and is so pretty."
"Heeng♡ Haaang♡"
Petting her soft hair as reward, I had to admit it: I wasn't normal either. Fifteen years glued to Ska? Bound to rub off. Most of my problems were Ska's fault anyway. Reminding myself, I commanded again.
"Now, down."