The Puppy's Plea

I'd been waiting at the counter for quite a while, yet Park Yuyoung still hadn't appeared. Shin Iseol wasn't manning the desk today either, so the place felt dull. Some woman I'd never seen before sat there claiming she was the weekend part-timer. Choi Wonjae had headed home the moment I clocked in, saying it was finally time for him to leave.

Weekends always meant a duty shift. This weekend's fell to Kim Jiyeon, the oldest veteran therapist in the shop. I'd locked eyes with her a few times before, but that was the extent of it. Maybe that was why every glance felt even more awkward. Seeing her on a weekday versus a weekend gave off a completely different vibe.

It was one of those days that forced the thought: I really needed to get closer to the other staff besides just Lee Yeondo and Shin Iseol.

Why wasn't Park Yuyoung showing up?

To chase away the loneliness, I started trading texts with Lee Yeondo, who'd messaged me at just the right moment.

Come to think of it, when we'd parted yesterday she'd grabbed my phone and saved her name as Tofu. Her friends called her that, she said.

It was cute, but it felt too much like food, so I'd tacked "ssi" on the end.

I lifted my head and checked the part-timer's reaction for a second. If she saw me grinning at my phone for no reason she might take me for a weirdo. Luckily the part-timer had never felt my hands, so she didn't even glance my way.

Ah, shit. What the hell... Hearing that made me want to yank the wheel into a U-turn and head straight back.

I wanted to knead her all day long and turn that A-cup into a C-cup.

But thinking about the sizes of the breasts I'd touched so far... We say A-cup this, C-cup that, yet I couldn't really tell women's breast sizes for sure. They looked vaguely similar in size while the shapes differed, making measurement ambiguous.

Based on grip feel alone, the order was probably Kim Seoa > Jin Ayoung > Kim Yujin > Park Yuyoung > Lee Yeondo.

Texting with Lee Yeondo like that had pushed thoughts of Park Yuyoung aside for a while.

I didn't even think of her again until the phone screen suddenly switched to an incoming call and those three syllables—Park Yuyoung—lit up.

I answered right away.

I hung up the moment I finished speaking. I really wasn't angry. How could I get mad when Park Yuyoung was talking so cutely like that? I could clearly picture her fretting and apologizing, not knowing what to do with herself.

I was really fine. In fact, yesterday's events weren't even that clear in my mind. I knew we'd gone at it hard, but my dick just felt a bit tingly—no leg cramps or soreness at all.

I checked that last message and slipped the phone into my pocket.

I was grinning idiotically at empty air when I realized the part-timer had been watching me for who-knows-how-long, giving me a weird look. I quietly slid out from behind the counter and vanished into the VIP room.

Park Yuyoung arrived at the VIP room, and unlike usual I was already waiting inside.

She rushed in without even changing clothes. VIP rooms came equipped with showers as standard, so clients often showered and changed right there.

"You're here?"

"Ah, yes... Hello. Um... I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be late."

"I know. Shall we start right away?"

It had only been a few days, yet she blushed shyly the moment she saw me. Because she never posted face photos on her profile, seeing her actual face made me oddly excited too.

I'd thought Lee Yeondo had the top face among every woman I'd met, but looking again, Park Yuyoung might actually be prettier...

If Lee Yeondo had a Western fox-like face, Park Yuyoung was pure puppy. Yeondo was tall while Yuyoung was short, yet she belonged to the good-proportions camp. Everything about her was round. The baby fat still clinging to her face was the absolute peak of genuine cuteness.

It's fucking amazing that I actually did it with her.

Of course the situation had cooperated and luck had been on my side. Of all people, Park Yuyoung had been carrying that particular worry and of all people she'd landed on the guy who could see blue spots. Destiny was the only word for it.

Park Yuyoung twisted her body awkwardly. I'd assumed she'd strip without hesitation. We'd already mixed bare skin once, and she'd even sent me dirty photos.

Instead she kept glancing at me self-consciously and said,

"Um, um... Can I shower first and come out?"

"Ah. Go ahead. Then I'll wait outside."

"Ah, no! No need to go outside. Wait inside. But just turn your gaze toward the wall a bit... It's embarrassing for no reason."

Not the reaction I'd expected.

This was the same Park Yuyoung who'd filmed her wet panties in the car and sent them to me, so I'd been hoping for something more stimulating.

What had I even wanted? For her to strip naked right in front of me like an actress before a nude shoot and film a shower scene? I was a ridiculous guy myself.

I turned to the wall with an awkward smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ssshhh—

The sound of running water reached me, and at the same time so did Park Yuyoung's voice. Apparently she hadn't closed the shower door.

"Um, Teacher?"

"Yes?"

"I... have a reason for being late today."

"What is it?"

"I got scolded a lot during the shoot today. Actually, after the last massage I transferred to another site with better conditions. But they said my poses and expressions were worse than before and scolded me a lot. So I stayed late shooting until the cuts looked good, and we forced the shoot to end. The director was pretty mad."

"I see... Sometimes you hit a slump, right?"

"No, I don't think that's the issue."

Her mournful voice almost made me turn my head without thinking.

I recalled the Park Yuyoung from the day of the massage. That day she'd practically begged for her life, offering me her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lower body despite the shame. After the cure she'd looked so happy. Her cute face had stirred paternal feelings in me.

It was the same now. I didn't want tear marks on that pretty face.

The urge to go over, pat her back, and stroke her hair rose instantly. What comfort could I even offer? All I could do was stand here facing the wall.

The water cut off, followed by the sound of a towel drying her body. I didn't dare entertain a single dirty thought. Not for her sake.

And right then, something unbelievable happened.

I felt bare breasts press against my back. A back hug. Park Yuyoung wrapped her small arms around me from behind and squeezed tight. She buried her face between my shoulder blades; her cheeks were burning hot.

"Teacher..."

"...Yes."

Honestly, I was flustered. How could anyone not be flustered in this situation? Sweat sprang up along my spine, embarrassing as hell.

The sensation of her breasts was so real I could even feel her nipples scraping against me.

"Um... Can I ask one more favor?"

"W-What?"

"That."

Ugh. Those three letters yanked my dick like a condenser coil. I could feel the blood pooling in my crotch.

Word sex? Letter sex? Whatever it was, just hearing it gave me the urge to cum. Shit, I was going to turn premature at this rate.

"After that day's massage, and for a few days after, I was in peak condition. It's embarrassing, but my libido was surging and I kept wanting to put something inside until I thought I'd go crazy... So when I posed and moved with that exact feeling during shoots, the director and the boss both praised me like crazy. Thanks to that I got introduced to an opportunity that might only come once in my life."

"..."

"But the second the contract was signed, my libido just dropped and it stopped feeling like it did back then. I was so scared. I thought I might be going back to the way I used to be."

If I left her like this she was going to cry.

I turned around and pulled her into my arms. I stroked her hair and patted her bare back. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The moment I held her, Park Yuyoung pushed her body even deeper into mine. Warm. Her face and entire body were warm, yet the inside of her felt colder than anything.

"Places that use faceless fitting models are few. So body management has to be super strict, and poses are really important."

"I see."

"It's a really huge opportunity for me. It might be too much to ask of you, Teacher... but I'll ask shamelessly anyway."

She lifted the face she'd buried and looked up at me. With that cute puppy face she blinked her eyes and continued.

"Um... Please do it with me."

Of all times, right after I'd gone at it so hard yesterday that my dick was still sore, I got hit with this request.

"Since that day, every single shoot I've imagined doing it with Teacher..."

Hoo. If that was truly the case, then I'd grant that shameless request of hers.