Hunting Dog Yamashita Chiharu

Jinwoo indifferently powered on the computer. The Windows boot chime shattered the silence, and the monitor's blue glow illuminated the dusty room. Habitually clicking into the internet news portal, his eyes locked onto a bold, provocative red headline.

"Hmmm."

An intrigued smile curled at Jinwoo's lips. The article described utter pandemonium. It wasn't confined to any specific location. Office workers heading home, housewives watching TV, students gaming at PC bangs—they had all evaporated from their spots like smoke. Police and the government were in a panic, but with no traces left on CCTV, not a single clue had surfaced. And at the article's end, a partial list of the missing was published.

"...Incumbent National Assemblyman OOO, Senior Prosecutor XXX from OO District Prosecutors' Office, Second Son OOO of XX Group..."

The news spewed out the names of the elite like vomit. Figures who could turn the nation upside down had vanished alongside ordinary citizens.

Just then, the Magic Grimoire beside him rustled open on its own, rising into the air amid a dark crimson aura. Pages flipped rapidly, and strings of text whispered into his mind like a starving beast's tongue.

The Grimoire's voice brimmed with ecstasy.

Jinwoo nodded. As the Grimoire said, he'd thoroughly enjoyed his dense time with the three bitches of the Yamashita household. Now it was time to awaken the hunter's instincts once more. For intel, he logged into the 'Mystery Gallery,' a haunt for occult and mystery obsessives. Sure enough, the boards were ablaze with talk of the nationwide evaporation incident. Among them, one title stood out.

Jinwoo clicked without hesitation. The post was disjointed and terrified, but packed with more vivid details than any news article. Naturally, hundreds of comments formed a madhouse below. He skimmed past the sneers and mockery, zeroing in on anything useful.

Jinwoo finished the post, stroking his chin with interest. Harpy, forced dancing, bone-filled cave, and a specific tree as an exit. Plenty for the hunt.

"Congressman or chaebol heir, none of my business." He despised this country's ruling class, so their deaths were just amusing gossip. Imagining them as harpy fodder, bones decorating a cave, brought a smile to his face. But then, a past conversation with the Grimoire flashed in his mind.

"Magic Grimoire." At his low call, it pulsed with dark crimson light, as if waiting.

"You used to dismiss familiars as kids' toys, but lately you've changed your tune. That harpy yokai... could its wings or feathers make good material for creating or strengthening a familiar?"

At the question, the Grimoire flinched like its dark history was exposed, then replied with feigned nonchalance—and extra zeal.

Pages turned on their own, opening to ancient yokai and familiars.

"Wings, huh..."

Jinwoo mulled it over, gaze drifting to the sleek black bow on the magic workshop desk—kappa yogi and gold reborn, a gift for Chiharu.

A faint smile touched his lips.

A foe with wings that flies the skies. No hunting dog more useful than an archer.

He pictured his finest bitch, soon to receive new fangs.

Perfect chance to test the new bow. And seeing my faithful hound romp with her new toy... that should be quite the show.

Grasping the finished bow, Jinwoo opened a summoning gate on the cold workshop floor. From the other side wafted the dense, sweet scent of the temple's bitches he'd just left. He plunged toward it without hesitation.

As his feet hit the basement marble, a subtle mana pulse spread through the house, announcing the Master's return.

"Master!"

"Master has returned!"

Before he could look up, urgent, joyous voices echoed from the stairs, three shadows rushing down. Aki, Chiharu, Koharu—the ones who'd seen him off moments ago. In his brief absence, they'd faithfully obeyed, bathing clean and donning only thin silk robes, ready to serve.

"Back so soon...♡" Aki prostrated first, exhaling relief and rapture. Chiharu and Koharu followed in perfect form.

Jinwoo accepted their greeting, casually tossing the sleek black bow before Chiharu. "Chiharu."

"Yes, Master!" She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snapped to attention, eyes widening at her shattered bow reborn as a magical masterpiece: obsidian-smooth body veined in gold, black string humming like a yokai's suppressed cry. Instinct told her—it was hers alone.

"A gift for you. We're hunting tonight. A new lord of the Eternal Nightmare has appeared. Winged, they say. Prove your worth."

At his words, the three women's faces hardened differently.

Chiharu's burst with pure ecstasy. "Ah... Master...!" She reverently lifted the bow. Contact brought perfect unity, like reclaiming a lost limb. Kappa yogi stirred her battle lust; his mana set her heart ablaze. Clutching it to her chest, she trembled in awe. Worth more than any medal under her father's shadow. Amid her mother and sister's gazes, she drowned in unprecedented superiority and pride.

Aki and Koharu, meanwhile, shadowed with jealousy. Aki forced a congratulatory smile, but her eyes chilled. Why her first? I'm the harem matriarch. Is my body, skill, service lacking? Calculations swirled. Tonight, post-hunt, she'd wring herself dry to prove herself the superior bitch.

Koharu's envy was purer, more desperate. Her big eyes quivered with unshed tears. Master... Was my loyalty, worship insufficient? That sacred relic for sis... I want to be your tool too... She bit her lip, torn between adoration for her sister and profound loss, like robbed of divine favor.

Jinwoo savored the emotional undercurrents, commanding Chiharu. "Prepare. A hunt demands proper attire."

He nodded at a dusty box in the corner. "Wear what's inside. Bring your old masks too. You two, ready my hunting dog."

"Yes, Master." Aki and Koharu masked their turmoil, obeying. Aki opened the box with humiliated resignation—her vanished husband's unused 'secret couple's play' latex bodysuit. Koharu fetched their summer festival fox masks from the attic: once joyful family relics, now ritual props.

The preparation began: utterly humiliating, lasciviously obscene. Aki unzipped from behind, suppressing envy. Koharu knelt, spreading the leg holes for her sister's feet. The suit's interior clung warm and sticky, like living flesh.

"Ngh...!" Chiharu gasped as her legs were sucked in. Aki and Koharu competed silently, channeling jealousy into service, pulling it up. Mother's hands grazed daughter's ample hips and waist. Sister's touched thighs and secrets. Each touch made Chiharu shudder in pleasure and superiority; Aki and Koharu bit lips in humiliation and longing.

Finally, it reached her neck. Aki zipped it shut with a click, sealing her flesh in black second skin. It exaggerated her voluptuous breasts and ass impossibly, waist precariously narrow.

Koharu fitted the fox mask, tilted to bare her eyes. Aki rebound her long black hair in a red-ribbon ponytail.

Preparation complete, a living sex doll stood—a perfect hunter. The skin-tight black suit obscenely traced every curve; red ribbon and fox mask exuded eerie yokai aura. Chiharu gripped her new magical bow, nocked an arrow, lightly brushing its tip to her lips.

She was no longer Yamashita Chiharu. At her Master's command, she was the nameless hunting dog to pierce enemy hearts.