According to Plan
“......Ung, Masteeeer...... Huh?”
Waking from a happy dream, I opened my eyes to a familiar ceiling. As always, I was lying in my familiar bed under my familiar blanket. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked around. Nothing had changed—it was my room inside the 3rd Team Annex.
Lifting the covers, I saw I was wearing my usual pajamas, the comfy ones I always slept in. My last memory had been me stark naked, not a thread on, but here I was dressed for bed. My room, my bed, my pajamas. Everything around me screamed that the blissful memory still burning bright in my head had just been a dream.
“......No way.”
It was absurd. My pussy was still tingling from Potsi's magnificent pussy spanking. My womb felt like it was still throbbing deep inside. And it was all a dream?
Sighing in hollow defeat, I massaged my slightly stiff nape. But my fingertips brushed something—a soft leather texture.
“Hm? What's this......”
The supple feel, the loose fit, the featherlight weight I'd barely noticed—something was wrapped around my neck. I undid it and held it up. A yellow dog collar.
IT WAS REAL! — Kieeeek!!!!
Boom!
Reddy, the fastest magic beast in my collection, gouged deep prints into the asphalt and launched skyward. One powerful dash gave it all the lift and speed it needed for gliding. Then it rocketed toward Liar's Trap HQ—where Potsi, no, my master was—like a fighter jet blasting red mana from its rear.
Whiiiiiing!!!
Reddy was the dungeon lord from the pinnacle of the Sky Tower, that S-rank dungeon Liar's Trap had conquered before. Dragon-shaped, with mana nozzles at its wingtips, it could eject blasts for insane speeds that belied its massive bulk. Hence the nickname: Fucking Fast Jet.
Reddy was one of my absolute favorites in my S-rank magic beast lineup—so powerful, so prized. And I was in that much of a hurry to ride it here.
Potsi was my master now. We'd become family. Families stick together always, right? Sure, I didn't keep my beasts glued to me 24/7—that'd be impractical. But if Potsi were family, I'd drag him everywhere with me. So he had to do the same for me.
Loneliness surged without my master nearby. Clutching the dog collar in my left hand helped a little, though. The name Malang he'd given me, the pussy spanking for my naughtiness, passing out a hundred times until even my heart surrendered—all real. This collar was proof.
Waking up dressed in my room made perfect sense now. Master must've carried my fainted ass here, dressed me, tucked me into bed, even pulled up the covers. A shame I slept through that tender touch, but just picturing it had my lips curling into a goofy grin.
“Hehet...... Oh? We're here. Reddy, stop here. I'll hop off myself. Head back and rest once I'm down.”
Kieeeek!!!
I'd held back to top speed to avoid wrecking the scenery, but even so, Reddy covered the 30km from the 3rd Team Annex to HQ airspace in about a minute. Definitely the right call riding Reddy.
From so high up the cars looked like toys, I leaped straight toward HQ—where master waited. The weightless float of freefall lasted a heartbeat, then I manipulated my mana to drop faster. My shoulders grew heavy, and the buildings below rushed up in a blink.
Right before impact, I poured mana into my soles.
Tap.
The massive mana cushioned me like a cloud. Dropped from near-orbit height, and I landed light as a tap dancer. Pedestrians gawked at the sudden skydiver, but I ignored the noise.
“Maybe in the Scout Leader's Room? Hmm...... Don't know Potsi's schedule offhand.”
I strode right into the guild, no access card needed. The guard started toward me out of duty, then clocked my face and retreated. For an S-rank awakener, your mug is your ID.
Fame's a pain when it's too much attention, but damn handy sometimes.
Scanning for master, a familiar black-haired nape caught my eye in my periphery. Black hair's common out in the world, but rare in Liar's Trap. And of the folks I knew, only one had that build and 'do.
“Ung......!”
If I'd had the collar on, my tail would've been wagging like crazy. Overwhelmed with joy, I bolted for master.
“Master!”
“Ugek.”
Distance meant nothing to my physique. Closed the gap in a flash and bear-hugged from behind. He jolted in shock. I rubbed my tits against his back, spilling how much I'd missed him.
“It's been less than three hours, and I just threw on clothes after waking up and rushed straight here, so it doesn't feel that long, but I missed you so much. Master.”
Whether he scolded me for the unasked hug or hugged back saying he'd missed me too—anything from him was golden. Eager for his reaction, he instead hissed in flustered anger, nothing like what I'd hoped.
“M-Master? 3rd Team Leader, what the hell's this out of nowhere......?!”
“......Huh?”
Anger's fine—might mean more pussy spankings. But calling me “3rd Team Leader”? Looking around nervously, pushing me away...... I hated it. Tears pricked my eyes. What happened with Potsi was real. The collar proved it. Weren't we family?
“M-Master. It's me, Malang. Your bitch Malang...... Mmph?!”
“Uwaaaak! What'd you say, 3rd Team Leader? Ah, you want some squishy pudding? Then you gotta have some! This way! I'll get you pudding!”
Potsi clapped a huge hand over my mouth and bellowed gibberish, dragging me off somewhere. Pissed at him denying our bond, I didn't wanna go—but my morning thrashing had conditioned my body too well. No resistance.
He hauled me to the Scout Leader's Room. The very spot where I'd become Potsi's family.
Door shut, he slumped into his chair, peeled his hand off my mouth, let out a weary sigh, and called me.
“Phew...... 3rd Team Leader.”
“Don't call me 3rd Team Leader. I'm Malang.”
Made me mad. I'm Malang. Not some team leader. Maybe staring at his handsome face would melt my anger, so I turned away. Potsi fished his smartphone from his pocket, grabbed my chin with his free hand, and forced my gaze to the screen.
“Just look at this first.”
“Ah......”
The Hypnosis App screen. Purple and pink pulsing lewdly. Reflex kicked in—I acted hypnotized. Circled mana to blank my eyes, lost focus. Obediently playing along, but why the sudden hypnosis?
His next words cleared it up.
“Phew...... Doesn't the hypnosis usually wear off after sleep? What the hell's going on.”
“Ah.”
Too hyped on becoming family, I'd blanked on it till now. When he'd accepted me as family and named me Malang, I was “hypnotized.” All fake acting on my end, of course—but Potsi thought it was legit hypnosis.
Oh shit. What if he got suspicious? Forgot I was supposed to be under like an idiot. Dumbass move.
Real trouble. If he clocked the app as fake, he'd bolt from me in a heartbeat. Vanish somewhere I'd never find. Life without Potsi? Unthinkable. Didn't wanna be ditched.
What now? How to kill his doubts? Brain flooded with panic, no good plans. One thought of losing him, and terror hit. Blood drained, chills everywhere. Floor heaved; standing got hard. About to crumple.
“Haa...... Haa......”
Breaths came, but no air. Vision blackening. Peak anxiety grinding my mind to dust.
Don't ditch me, Potsi. Sorry. I'll answer to 3rd Team Leader if you want......
“Hmm, c'mere first.”
About to grovel, licking his feet for mercy—then a big hand snagged my waist, hoisted me up, plopped me on his lap. Yanked my head to his broad chest.
“Snuuup...... Hngut♡”
His scent flooded my nose. Warmth and smell hit; blood rushed back. Dizziness, fear, anxiety—gone. Immeasurable bliss filled the void.
Hugged and this happy. Can't live without Potsi.
“Ehehe...... Love master......”
“Good it's still working then. Hypnosis didn't wear off? Did I forget to undo it? Usually I command it to end at home, but you passed out this time—no command. Hmm...... My bad. Right, Malang?”
Snuffling his chest, master handed me the perfect out on a platter. Couldn't fumble this—I nodded into his chest.
“Eh, uh? Y-Yes! Right! Master didn't undo it, so Malang's still Malang!”
“Yeah? Figured. Gotta undo it properly next time.”
“Y-Yeah! Always check the gas and Hypnosis App before leaving home. Got it, master?”
“Yeah, noted.”
Deep down, I wanted to play hypnotized Malang forever. But this was the smart play now. Dodged a bullet. Felt a decade older. Lucky break.
Sighing relief, I nuzzled back in—then overheard something ominous from above.
“Man, scared me for a sec thinking the app might be fake. No way, but if it was? I'd bail right then. Total psycho bitch vibes. Just the thought's creepy. Eugh......!”
“......”
Potsi shuddered for real. Yeah—can't let him learn the app's fake. Hated dealing with the other bitches, but time to warn 'em: stay sharp. One slip and it's over.
Resolved, I hugged him even tighter.
Crunch.
Silk Blond crushed me in a hug that went past squeeze into full crunch SFX territory. My fake-hypnosis quip must've spooked her. Breathing got tough, but I played it cool, stroking her golden locks.
Out of her sight, I smirked wickedly.
According to plan.