Introducing the Puppies (2)
A constant murmur of voices.
A crowd that stretched on without end.
Entertainment buildings spilling out colorful lights. Electric scooters parked all along the street.
Itaewon on a Friday night was so packed that just standing still for a moment was enough to drain you dry.
I had barely started worrying about getting lost when something soft brushed against my hand.
It slipped carefully between my fingers and folded over them, light and sure.
My little sister laced her fingers through mine.
When I stopped walking, she tickled the back of my hand and asked,
"What?"
"That… your hand."
"Does interlocking fingers feel so much like a couple that it's making you flutter?"
I worked my lips for a second before answering.
"Yes…"
"We've done way more than this. What am I supposed to do with you if something as small as holding hands gets you worked up?"
She squeezed tighter, putting real pressure into it.
My heart sped up to match that grip.
"Your heartbeat's leaking out where everyone can hear it. Your face is red, too. Are you going to advertise that you're a dog even out here?"
"No… I won't show it."
"Good. Don't get excited♥ Don't go thumping♥ Behave yourself, little heart♥"
Thump-thump♥
Forbidden words, thick and warm on her breath, settled over me like fog.
I was banned. I had been ordered. I wasn't supposed to get excited—and still my pulse only grew louder.
The hand laced with mine was heating up in real time.
I didn't even have hyperhidrosis, but sweat kept forming, making everything damp.
Really… short of putting my cock in a pussy, it felt like we'd already done almost everything.
And yet just interlocking fingers left my chest tingling.
I had no idea why.
With me in the middle, Park Seoh-ah—on my sister's other side—leaned in and whispered,
"Our Cookie is a terminal siscon♥ He loves his little sister so much he can't stand it♥"
The word siscon made my hand tighten before I could stop it.
I… really was a siscon.
I'd gone past lusting after my little sister all the way to becoming her slave. That was terminal siscon territory by any measure.
Just looking at her face was enough to make my mind go blank.
I used to think Park Seoh-ah was a little prettier.
Now my sister seemed more aloof, sharper, more sexy.
According to her, my brain had been manufacturing fake information because I didn't want to admit I was a siscon.
Now that I'd become a slave and accepted what I liked, those restraints had come undone.
Park Seoh-ah laced her fingers through my other hand and said,
"Does holding hands with Master make you flutter too?"
I looked away from her soft, smiling eyes.
"Yeees… it does."
"You keep locking eyes with Chaeeun, but you won't do it with Master? Hmm?"
Carefully, I turned my head and met Park Seoh-ah's gaze.
Cute puppy-dog outer corners to her eyes, and that expression that always seemed to be smiling.
Those bright, clear eyes—without a single muddy note in them—were more than enough to shake a person's heart.
Park Seoh-ah was still so pretty it was almost oppressive.
If she ever shot a drama, her co-star would have a rough time of it.
Looked at like that, you'd get so flustered you'd forget the script, never mind the acting.
If I were the other lead, I was sure I'd just stammer and freeze.
"Jiwoo oppa."
"…"
"Jiwoo oppa."
"…Yes."
Park Seoh-ah, calling me oppa, gave me a fresh, girlish smile and said,
"You're not going to call me Master out here with all these people around, right?"
"…"
"Just call me Seoh-ah. Same goes for Chaeeun. You only turn into Cookie when you're alone with me and Chaeeun. Got it?"
She tugged our laced hands toward herself.
Her breasts bumped against my forearm and swayed.
"…Okay."
Holding Park Seoh-ah's hand and my sister's, I arrived at the front of the club, where people stood in a single long line.
BIG CLUB
Neon signs flashed like lightning, wrapping the marquee.
Just from the exterior, you could feel the enormous scale of the place.
Park Seoh-ah and my sister walked toward the entrance with familiar steps, not bothering to join the line.
One of the sunglassed guards screening people stepped in front of us.
No—more accurately, he came forward to receive us.
Despite his burly build, the guard spoke with careful politeness.
"We've been waiting for you. Your party is already inside."
Under the guard's guidance, we skipped the line and went into the club.
A cool wash of air-conditioning rolled over us once, then was swallowed by the noisy heat of the crowd.
Speakers that shook your body like an earthquake. Dozens of disco balls spinning wildly, scattering multicolored light.
The beams crossed in a chaotic tangle, flickering pale streaks through the dark interior.
Inside was easily twice as vast as I'd imagined.
Everyone held a glass, flinging liquid around; men and women who may or may not have been together shared sticky looks and dizzying dances.
Cheers rose from farther in.
A few women draped in sheer black fabric that left nothing to the imagination were working the poles.
Outfits that exposed almost everything but the essentials put their full, fleshy figures on full display.
The DJ in charge of the mood kept switching tracks with energy, making sure the heat never broke.
I hadn't even been staring that long before my stomach started to turn and my eyes began to hurt.
I'd been to clubs a few times because of Hyung Doosik, but this kind of place never really suited me.
Fortunately, we seemed to be headed for a private room, and we passed through quickly.
After several curtains and doors, the eardrum-splitting noise began to thin out.
The secluded, comfortable corridor called to mind the kind of private space you only saw in movies.
"Having fun?"
My sister squeezed my hand and whispered.
"You looked pretty distracted by the women. See something dirty and feel like your little cock's about to get hard?"
"No…"
I swallowed a heated breath.
"I wasn't looking at the women. Just the inside of the club. And my cock—"
"Think it'll stand because I'm holding your hand?"
"…Yeah."
"Think it'll get hard just from looking at my face?"
"…Yeah. You're too pretty."
"I know."
She blew softly into my ear and whispered,
"Ma-so♥ Pathetic♥"
Twitch♥
After a little more walking, the guard guiding us gave a quiet bow and vanished.
Then Park Seoh-ah and my sister let go of my hands and opened the door first.
In an instant my hands felt empty.
My fingers, still fidgeting with leftover attachment, caught the hand that was leaving.
I'd lost my sister's, but I gently hooked Park Seoh-ah's pinky.
She saw it, let out a soft laugh, and said,
"I'll hold it as much as you want♥ Don't make that sad face♥ Okay?"
Listening to Park Seoh-ah's gentle pats, I stepped into the VIP room—
and my eyes went wide at the scene inside.
"Ah, you're here? I was about to message you asking when you'd show."
A leisurely, honeyed voice rang out.
A woman in a tight dress waved the hand holding a leash.
Because the lead was a little short, the creature attached to it shifted uncomfortably.
The one wearing the dog collar was a person.
A man, naked, down on all fours.
His genitals were, of course, fully exposed—but strangely, only the scrotum was visible.
He had balls and no cock.
There were three more naked men besides him.
Thankfully, the other three all still had cocks.
One was locked in a chastity cage, another had an ordinary erection, and the last had a massive cock standing stiff.
There were women to match the number of men.
The aura rising off their appearance was on a completely different level from the ordinary people we'd passed outside.
Looks and figures every bit as magnetic as Park Seoh-ah and my sister.
A presence that made the word superior surface on its own.
And among them… someone I'd only met once, and even then only in passing.
There was also someone I'd greeted before, long ago.
Especially Serena of the four-member girl group Ethereal.
Seeing Yeon So-yul left me feeling strangely unsettled.
They'd said friends, so I'd figured there might be familiar faces.
Still, actually facing them, I started to get embarrassed.
I was about to end up naked like those men, after all.
Park Seoh-ah pulled me forward and said,
"These are Cookie's friends. You'll have to get along from now on."
The men on all fours like dogs all turned to look at me at once.
They didn't look like much in their current state, but the impression that hit me was that every one of them was handsome.
Bodies and skin—only people who took care of themselves.
Among them, the man with nothing but balls glared at me.
If he'd really been a dog, I was sure a low growl would have come out of him.
Squish♥
"Mm♥ Cookie's still standing on two feet, so the friends are getting wary. Hurry up and strip and get down♥"
Park Seoh-ah hugged me from behind.
"It's okay. They won't eat Cookie. If you're scared, you can just keep clinging to Master."
My sister met my eyes, cooing at me as she stripped off my clothes.
Naked in an instant, I naturally dropped onto all fours.
As they undressed me, Park Seoh-ah and my sister kept stroking and touching my body.
My cock stood straight up, precum already beading at the tip.
"Fuck."
A curse floated over from the other side.
When I turned my head, the man with only balls was staring hard at my lower half.
The gaze was heavy and intense—but honestly, I was curious too.
I looked a little more carefully at the man's crotch.
Castration. Neutering.
Even if you did that, did the cock get cut off?
Wasn't it usually the testicles you removed?
While I was thinking that, I spotted something bean-sized sitting on top of the scrotum.
That was the cock.
My eyes went round.
What is that? One centimeter? Two? It looked erect. Did it get even smaller when it got hard?
"Don't be impressed. Don't look so shocked. It's bigger than you think. Shit… keck."
"You should use pretty words. We have a new friend here—what kind of way is that to act, Softie?"
The woman who had been sitting with her legs crossed uncrossed them the other way as she spoke.
She seized the leash of the man she'd called Softie and clenched it tight.
"🌈💕💫Damn it🎈💕"
"Just saying it prettily doesn't make it pretty words."
When she lifted her hand, Softie's body rose with it because of the short leash.
She had him completely under control, then idly toyed with that bean-sized cock between two fingers.
Softie's body flinched and trembled.
"Your head's as inferior as that washed-out little cock♥ A tiny dick that can't even go in a pussy♥ What are you being so proud of with a pathetic little thing like this?"
"I-I'm sorry…"
"Worthless little cock♥ Inferior tiny dick♥ Should Master milk you until you go spurt-spurt while she scolds you?"
She gave Softie's tiny cock a half-hearted shake.
That alone made his breathing rough and his face flush red.
"Inferior little cock♥ A tiny dick that's basically a toy♥ Hurry up and cum♥"
Spurt-spurt♥
"You can't even shoot properly♥ Even your ejaculation is inferior♥ Spend the rest of your life submitting to Master♥"
"Yes…"
Back on all fours, Softie went notably quiet.
His arms and legs still trembled with the aftershocks of orgasm.
Our eyes met for a moment.
His gaze sharpened again, then he checked the room and immediately lowered his tail.
His cock seemed to twitch somehow—but it was too small to see.