Dog Play with My Really Pretty Senior (3)
“With this... the last one!”
Thwack!!!
“Hiyaaang♡♡♡♡”
Spluuurt!
Malang took the final strike of the True Pussy Spanking—the tenth one—and from the third hit onward, she'd been desperately holding back, but now she unleashed her pussy juices in one explosive burst.
“Ooooh♡ Hooooh♡ Hn, hnghiiik♡”
Just like an upside-down fountain, she squirted fierce jets of pussy juice from between her legs, her pussy gaping and clenching, her hips bucking wildly as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax. Then she went limp across my thighs.
Completely passed out.
Well, can you blame her? That last pussy spanking packed sparks equivalent to two full servings in one. No wonder she blacked out.
“Hweee...♡”
With her unfocused eyes and her mouth hanging sloppily open, drooling tears of bliss and saliva—Malang was just too damn cute.
“Whew... Silk senior's so adorable, I lost control without even realizing it. The more I think about it, the more I realize 'Malang' was the perfect name for her.”
I gently stroked the back of her head, where she lay melted like a puppy-soft kitten despite being such a dog-girl, catching my breath for a moment. Then, a realization hit me—one I'd completely overlooked until now.
...Wait a sec. Come to think of it, didn't I hypnotize Silk senior to become Malang?
Last time, when I first turned her into my personal bitch Malang, I snapped my fingers first and followed the proper hypnosis procedure: she'd turn into a horny bitch Malang. That little detail was my way of selling the act that I hadn't figured out the hypnosis app was fake. It made her incapable of even suspecting anything.
I had to do it that way to avoid tipping her off that I knew it was fake.
But... today, my brain short-circuited from the red sparks before I could add that detail, so I just instinctively made her Malang.
You could say, “What's the problem? Silk senior accepted it without resistance.” But that was just her getting turned on and going along with it. Once sex was over and her rational mind kicked back in, she'd definitely question it.
Silk senior might seem like she lives life carelessly, ignoring the little things, but no one misses details like Silk Blond does.
More precisely, when it came to anything she cared about, her focus was sharper than anyone's. Back when I was briefly on Team 3, one of my shirt buttons fell off, and I'd replaced it with a spare that matched in color but was slightly different in size. The moment she saw me, she pointed it out.
That's how she is—obsessively observant about anything that catches her interest.
So yeah, after this Malang play session, she'd notice something off. From there, she'd start suspecting if I knew about the fake hypnosis app... and before long, I'd be busted.
Just imagining it sent chills down my spine... or maybe not?
On second thought, even if Silk senior found out I knew about the app, it probably wouldn't matter much.
She'd messed with me, sure, but not like Ska or Lapis, who openly tried to isolate me. She just had a rough childhood and her taming ability—which could make anyone submit if she wanted—left her starved for real connections, so she sucked at understanding people.
Deep down, she's a good person. Loves animals(?) too.
After I told her I was leaving Team 3 for Liar's Trap HQ, she started her deliberate bitching... but whatever, water under the bridge.
Sex with Ska, Lapis, and Ia noona—that rainbow trio—had expanded my capacity as a man even further. It melted away two years of grudges just like that.
Not that I'm letting it all slide completely.
I gathered a bit of sparks in my palm and gave Malang's squishy ass a light smack!
The crisp popping sound made her ass jiggle like jelly and snapped her awake.
“H-Hngh?!”
I pulled the startled Malang upright onto my lap, facing me, her expression blank with confusion. Calmly, I asked,
“Malang, have you reflected on what you did to me?”
“Th-The things Malang did to Master...?”
“Yeah. The things you did to me.”
At my even tone, she bowed her head, then buried her face in my chest, wrapping her arms tight around my back and murmuring her assent.
“Yeah... Malang's reflecting. Really sorry, Potsi.”
“Good. That's all I needed to hear. Silk senior.”
From the lips of Silk senior—who'd been so insistent on being Malang—came the pet name “Potsi” instead of “Master.”
She was willing to set aside her dream of being my pet that badly. She was genuinely sorry, full of regret.
That was enough.
I could chalk it up to clumsy love gone horribly wrong and let it go.
I hugged Silk senior—whose killer proportions made her look tall but who was actually the shortest team leader—and imagined what might've happened if she'd answered differently.
If she'd said something brazen like, “Why should I apologize?” or “Malang doesn't know about that stuff...”
...Huh. Never even crossed my mind that she'd say that.
And hilariously, I couldn't picture it at all.
At that moment, the thought bubbling up in my head left me so dumbfounded I let out a hollow chuckle.
“...Ha.”
It wasn't a bitter laugh. Just shock at myself for even thinking it.
Me, trusting Silk senior this much? So solidly that I couldn't imagine her saying no?
Love really does change people, huh.
Ska, Lapis, and Ia noona's love had transformed me without me noticing. Nothing hits the heart like sincerity, melting away my distrust.
Of course, my Ska grudges aren't fully gone—they're 15 years deep—but they'll thaw eventually.
Why hasn't she apologized yet, though? To someone as magnanimous and grudge-free as me? I'd forgive her in a heartbeat.
No, no. Right now, Ska's off-limits in my head. Thinking about her just pisses me off.
“Whew.”
I steadied my chest with a deep breath and stroked Malang, still glued to me—face in my chest, limbs wrapped around my back and waist like a koala.
Right now, I felt generous enough to rival Xerxes.
The last two days had been insane. Beat Ska after 15 years of buildup, got tearful apologies and confessions from Lapis, learned love from Ia noona, got an apology from Silk senior.
All super intense milestones. Almost every lingering regret from two years at Liar's Trap, cleared in 48 hours.
Plus, I learned about love—the thing that completes a man—lost my virginity, and plunged into three different virgin pussies. My vessel couldn't not expand after that.
Life satisfaction at an all-time high. The kind where a sincere apology lets me forgive any sin.
That's why Silk senior's heartfelt sorry hit me so deep.
I wasn't sure if it was full-blown love yet, but it was damn close. The same warm feeling I got waking up next to Ia noona after sex, I felt now with Silk senior clinging to me like she'd never let go.
Well, apology received—she's Malang from here on, not senior. That's what she wants.
“Snuuup... Pfrrooo♡”
Malang had buried her nose deep in my chest, inhaling my scent. Quietly, I asked,
“So, my pretty Malang took ten pussy spankings without wagging her tail once and even apologized to Master... time for your reward, right?”
“Snuuup...?! Pffa! R-Re, reward! Malang wants reward! Give Malang reward, Master!”
Predictably, she perked up at “reward.” Pulling her face from my chest—which was now slick with her saliva, though it didn't gross me out; her beauty made it hot—she flashed a blooming smile and panted like an eager pup demanding treats.
If someone asked if her prettiness made it easy to forgive years of grudges with one apology, I'd hesitate to say no.
Beauty does make forgiveness easier. Though I'm magnanimous and grudge-free too.
I leaned to her cute ear and whispered huskily,
“Alright, Malang. Your reward's loving doggy-style sex from behind. Get up, hands on the wall, ass out.”
“......”
Malang was starving for sex with me. Even after all that shit-talk earlier, she'd begged for no-condom creampie sex without flinching.
And this wasn't just any sex—it was loving sex. To her, who'd kill for that, it was the ultimate prize.
I pictured her bounding to the wall, joyfully sticking out that squishy ass, and grinned.
“...Master, is that really it?”
But her voice—half-disappointed, half-icy—froze my smile.
Something was going wrong.
“Malang trusted Master's words and took those pussy spankings without wagging her tail... And that's your idea of a reward? Just loving sex?”
“M-Malang?”
“If you thought that'd satisfy me... you're mistaken, Master.”
Her clear amber eyes locked on mine, pressing me with genuine offense. She wasn't my sweet, obedient pet anymore.
Cupping my cheeks with both hands, she growled like she wanted to devour me, demanding fiercely,
“I want loving sex and loving kisses. Anything less, and I'm not satisfied.”
Loving sex and loving kisses. Her endless greed left me betrayed as I muttered,
“Kisses are already part of loving sex anyway.”
“......”
I'd learned from loving sex with Ia noona: kissing during sex feels way better than either alone. Kissing is inseparable from true loving sex.
Smooth.
Malang silently slid off my lap at that, tottered to the wall on dainty steps, braced her hands, and presented her milky, squishy ass.
“Ahem! Hmm!”
Awkward, she cleared her throat a few times, then wiggled her ass and tail seductively.
“Master! Give your cute, good-girl Malang her reward quick! Fuck Malang's virgin pussy with Master's cock!”