Introducing the Dogs (4)
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What came out of my Pocket was a pack of cigarettes.
The packaging was printed with the same rotting, mutilated body parts you saw on every pack sold in stores.
After reading the manual I tilted my head. If they no longer harmed your health, why put those photos on the pack?
But these were objects that defied common sense, so there was no reason to fuss over the little details. What mattered most was the cigarettes’ effect. If anything, the fact that they looked exactly as cruel as the real thing meant I could hand them over without raising a single suspicion.
I refolded the manual paper—whose letters were vanishing in real time—along its creases twice and slipped it back into my Pocket. Then, cigarette pack in hand, I crawled over to Han Ahyoung on all fours.
The moment she saw the pack, life sparked in her eyes. She stroked my head and said,
“Cookie was a smoker, huh. Wanna light up with Noona?”
Noona…
I was probably older than her, yet the word settled strangely well in my chest. Maybe it was because, from the instant she became Master Park Seoh-ah’s friend and my little sister’s friend, she had already stood above me.
With practiced fingers Han Ahyoung tore open the packaging and drew out a cigarette.
“Mm. This smells nice. Here, Cookie—take one too.”
I accepted the cigarette she offered and held it between my lips. I’d smoked before, but it had never been my thing. Still, 27th-century cigarettes made me curious. Even if it had been an ordinary cigarette, I probably would have taken it the moment she gave it to me.
Han Ahyoung lit her own, then leaned toward me. Bringing her face close, she transferred the flame tip to tip. The fire caught, died, caught again—it didn’t transfer as easily as expected. Strands of her hair brushed lightly across my skin, tickling.
Her body carried the stale reek of someone who smoked often, yet mixed with her distinctive feminine scent it became something oddly magnetic. I sniffed without thinking, then met her eyes. Han Ahyoung only smiled quietly, as if a man—a dog—losing his mind over someone superior to him was the most natural thing in the world.
Once the flame had properly caught, she settled back onto the sofa. She drew in a breath; the cigarette shortened as it burned. After a longer pull than usual, Han Ahyoung’s eyes went round.
“This… why does it draw so well? It’s ridiculously good.”
Color bloomed across the mature, faintly decadent face of Han Ahyoung. I carefully drew in a breath of my own. There was none of the usual unpleasantness, none of that sensation of life being shaved away. I wasn’t enough of a connoisseur to give a detailed review, but it simply tasted clean and delicious.
“Doesn’t smell at all either. No—wait, something does come through…”
Han Ahyoung sniffed, then suddenly dipped her head and shoved her face toward mine. Before I could flinch she murmured,
“Blow the smoke at me. Hurry.”
I inhaled, then exhaled against her straight, elegant nose. Han Ahyoung pressed that nose right to my parted lips and breathed me in. Our faces were so close my heart hammered; my cock, already standing stiff, throbbed in time with the beat.
“Sniff sniff♥”
She kept her eyes closed and kept inhaling. She was clearly smelling the cigarette, yet the thought that she was smelling me made my hands restless. Even the simple act of breathing looked so beautiful that the sound of my heart grew louder. I was staring blankly at her beauty when her eyes snapped open and our gazes locked.
I’d made eye contact with my little sister countless times, yet I still hadn’t gotten used to it. Or maybe my sister had turned me into a body that went stupid the moment any eyes met mine. The instant our gazes connected, my mind blanked completely.
Peck♥
Soft pressure on my lips. Han Ahyoung had given me a light kiss; she lifted her head and smiled.
“I made you cum and now you can’t even look me in the eye? Why are you so cute?”
Smooch♥
A few more kisses later I finally remembered how to breathe. Han Ahyoung shook the cigarette pack and said,
“I can keep this, right? I really like it.”
“Yes… please take it.”
“Pfft. Okay. Since our Cookie gave it to me, I’ll accept it specially.”
Without warning she blew a cloud of smoke into my face. My body locked up; the only thing still twitching was my cock. She pinched it between her fingers and said,
“Wanna lose and cum again? Wanna feel good with Noona holding your little cock?”
“…Yes.”
“But if you cum for Noona your body’ll get weird♥ The better it feels, the more your cock degenerates♥”
The word “degenerates” conjured the image of Sundoong-i’s pitifully tiny cock. As if reading my gaze, Han Ahyoung continued,
“You’ll turn into a pathetic little Sochu♥ A body that can only cum when a woman degrades it♥”
“….”
“Ah♥ Just imagining it and your Sochu’s twitching♥ Already degenerating♥”
My cock jerked as if it might fire from nothing more than her whisper. Looking thoroughly satisfied with my reaction, Han Ahyoung stood. She walked over to Sundoong-i, who had been staring this way the whole time, and blew smoke into his face while murmuring something I couldn’t catch.
“Cookie, aren’t you a little too easy?”
Park Seoh-ah spoke.
“You get completely spaced out over Ahyoung just because she made you cum once—what am I supposed to do with you?”
She wrapped her arms gently around my body.
“Pathetic♥ Ma~so♥ One little tease from a woman and you lose your mind♥”
Twitch-twitch♥
“Cookie, come here.”
“No, over here.”
“Wanna come to me?”
After that it was Yeon So-yul, Yu Su-a, Seon A-ri—each of them made me cum once and scrambled my head into chaos. Park Seoh-ah and my little sister joined in until my cock could no longer stand. After nearly seven consecutive orgasms I felt hollowed out. I collapsed against my sister’s leg, resting my face on her thigh and panting hard.
“Hasn’t Cookie only been a dog for a little while?”
Seon A-ri asked; Park Seoh-ah answered.
“Right, not even a week yet.”
“Hmm. And he’s already this well trained.”
“Seoh-ah and Chaeeun trained him together. That makes it possible.”
Yu Su-a said,
“What man could last against the two of them?”
“Well, true enough.”
I listened to the clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation until soft whispers rose from below. Turning my head the other way, I saw the naked men talking quietly among themselves—men in the same position as me, dogs belonging to superior Masters. We hadn’t even properly spoken or introduced ourselves yet.
Sensing my gaze, they looked over. The first to speak was Sundoong-i, whose cock was seriously tiny.
“Lucky your cock’s big, but you’re still a scrub.”
“Didn’t he last longer than you, hyung? And nobody’s smaller than you.”
The bright-voiced man had skin pale as a white person’s and curly brown hair. His cock was about the same size as mine, though it curved slightly to the left. He was clearly Seon A-ri’s dog.
That man said,
“I still don’t get why you keep thinking there’s a cock smaller than yours out there.”
“Shut up. That guy came seven times and collapsed. I can cum ten times if Master degrades me.”
He casually ignored Sundoong-i and turned to me.
“Your name’s Cookie, right? Looks like you only just became a dog. We’ll teach you lots. Let’s get along—fellow dogs and all.”
“Yes. Please take care of me.”
“In here we only use the names our Masters gave us. I’m Tori. Twenty-four.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
The moment he heard my age, the man who had introduced himself as Tori went dead serious.
“What? From now on call me hyung and use formal speech.”
“…Yes.”
“Ahaha! Just kidding, kidding. Everyone here’s in their twenties except the small-cock hyung, so just be casual.”
“I’m still in my twenties, you little shit.”
Sundoong-i—sharp-eyed, dark circles dragging down to his nose—said,
“You can be casual with me too. Age doesn’t mean anything to us anyway. But cross the line and I’ll kill you.”
“….”
This guy—no, this dog. Why was his name Sundoong-i? Had they given it to him so he’d live a little more gently?
I was also able to greet Dubu, who wore a chastity cage, and Badugi, who sported a massive cock like a Black man’s. Most of them were managers to their respective Masters. Only Dubu, the one in the chastity cage, wasn’t a manager; he said he was a rookie AD who’d just joined SBC’s variety department. I wondered how someone who wasn’t even a manager had caught Yeon So-yul’s eye and become her dog.
“He’s handsome. Handsome enough for Master to choose him.”
Bowl-cut Dubu blinked half-lidded eyes and said,
“We’re slaves to superior Masters, so of course we have to be as good-looking as me.”
“That’s why Cookie’s the most impressive.”
Badugi, whose delicate features contrasted with his huge cock, said,
“Chaeeun-nim and Seoh-ah-nim training him as a dog… Masters normally never touch anyone but their own dogs, yet they even spoiled him rotten.”
“Don’t get cocky. They only gave the newcomer a special welcome.”
Sundoong-i glared at me and said,
“From now on Masters won’t touch you.”
At that, Tori puffed his cheeks as if holding back laughter.
“Ah, just ignore hyung. He tried acting cute so Seoh-ah-nim and Chaeeun-nim would degrade him and got completely ignored.”
“Ha, what are you talking about. I just… just… just…”
Maybe it was because we were all in the same boat. We became friends in an instant. Talking felt good; a sense of camaraderie settled over us. For some reason my heart even grew calm. Being told I was envied felt like recognition, and somehow becoming a slave started to feel like something to be proud of.
There were mountains of people who wanted to be slaves. Thinking about it for even a second, it was only natural. When they were that beautiful and superior, of course you’d be desperate to be dominated.
Beneath our Masters’ legs, the slaves of those Masters forged their own little fellowship.