Puppy Introductions (5)
"That guy's a straight-up legend in the manager world. He's only twenty-nine and already made team lead at R&E. Climbed right over people with twenty years of experience."
Sundoong-i's mouth twisted as he listened to Tori's praise. It wasn't so much that he was in a bad mood — more that he simply wasn't used to being complimented.
"His dick's nothing to look at, but as a manager? The real deal."
Sundoong-i's mouth twisted again. He clearly wanted to argue that his dick wasn't pathetic — he just couldn't.
So I decided to help him out a little.
"Yeah, well, a dick the size of a bean can't be helped. Beg Ahyoung-nim for mercy and you just get weeded out."
"…"
"It's not like hyung was always that pathetic. He just couldn't help it—"
"Shut up."
I closed my mouth. Tori burst out laughing.
"Hyung was born like that. If anything, Ahyoung-nim made him happy as a Sochu."
Admittedly, the idea of a dick shrinking from getting whipped was even weirder.
To me, everyone here was a hyung except Sundoong-i — but apparently I was only supposed to call him that. It felt like a kind of teasing, since he was the oldest. Something about hitting his critical age this year.
"Speaking of which — that cigarette earlier. Where'd you get it? No smell, but it had this nice fragrance somehow."
Sundoong-i spoke up.
"I deal with Master’s cigarette smoke every day. Figured if I smoked that, it might be alright."
I couldn't exactly say it came from the twenty-seventh century, so I gave a vague answer.
"A friend gave it to me. Not sure myself. First time I smoked one today, too."
"Ah, really? Well, I can always check the pack later."
What was written on the pack, again? When I'd looked earlier, there didn't seem to be any particular name. Even if there was, it wouldn't matter.
After that, I got plenty of advice from a senior in the manager world. Always keep water, snacks, a blanket, a charger on you. Even minor connections are worth maintaining. When they're filming on set, you're not resting — you keep watching. Nothing especially profound or exclusive, but the important thing was knowing I could ask whenever something came up.
Delicate-looking Badugi fixed me with a steady stare.
"These days, you absolutely have to make a YouTube channel."
Actors and idols having YouTube channels was common enough. The thing was, I felt like I'd already heard that line four times. Yu Su-a did YouTube, Patreon, and modeling work — YouTube took up a fairly large share of it. Which probably explained the fixation.
"I got it. I got it. You heard me loud and clear, right? Not making one is a crime."
Sundoong-i finally glared at me.
…Why are you glaring at me?
Either way, we had to stay on all fours and talk in whispers. Whenever Tori's voice got too loud, Seon A-ri yanked his leash. Then she grabbed him under both arms, hauled his upper body up, and scolded him — exactly the way you'd scold an actual puppy.
"Tori. Master's talking with her friends. You whisper."
"…Yes."
"Did you actually hear me? Your dick's standing straight up while Master's scolding you. Is that any way for a puppy getting punished to act?"
When Seon A-ri scolded him while looking into his eyes, Tori fidgeted, getting more and more worked up. Every time her voice reached him, that curved cock of his twitched and strained. Seon A-ri's voice was like plucking the strings of a harp. Just the soft, gentle way she spoke was so pleasant it felt like it was purifying your ears.
She was the main vocalist of Nova, apparently. The tone and color of her voice were on another level entirely. I finally understood what it meant to bewitch someone with nothing but a voice.
Listening to Seon A-ri, that ecstatic moment of climax replayed in my mind. I'd… come while being scolded, too.
A flinch. ♥
Even without doing anything to upset our Masters, we got called over often enough. Dubu, still locked in his chastity cage, performed tricks midway through.
"Dubu. Paw."
"Nose."
"Spin."
"Bang."
Dubu completed every trick a real dog might do, and got cooed over and praised for it. Yeon So-yul held him in her arms and whispered nonstop.
"You're so smart. ♥ You listen to Master so well — such a good boy. ♥ Our puppy is amazing. ♥ You're so cool. ♥"
Dubu's hips gave a little shudder. Wearing the chastity cage looked agonizing.
"Mm. ♥ You're hard. ♥ Since you listened so well, Master will specially take the cage off for you. ♥"
He was being trained as a perfect puppy. Watching it, I remembered the moments when I'd been made to do cute tricks and get praised, and my shoulders twitched.
"Does our Badugi want to finish like a girl? Your face is all red. ♥"
When Yu Su-a rubbed both of Badugi's nipples between her fingers, the hung stud's face melted.
Squeeze. ♥ Squeeze. ♥
Without even touching his cock, weak spurts of pure white semen came out. Watching it, my own nipples twitched open and shut. The sensation of being touched still seemed to linger.
I was staring when my eyes met Yu Su-a's. As if telling me to watch carefully, her hand movements grew even more lewd.
This was how we ended up with our cocks constantly hard. I was no different. Park Seoh-ah and my little sister kept stepping on me. Their feet rested on my back and ass. I could feel the weight, and with it a continuous sense of surrender. Maybe because I'd already come so many times, they were only giving me this gentle kind of stimulation.
"Ah. Open."
My sister fed me snacks in between. She didn't chew them for me the way she did at home, but she fed me by hand.
"That's right. Good boy, eating well."
Every time I chewed thoroughly, I got praised like it was the most natural thing in the world. The corners of my mouth twitched on their own.
My sister locked sticky eyes with me and said,
"Are you going to look somewhere else and make Master jealous?"
Thump-thump. ♥
"I won't…"
"Good. Only look at Master. Our Cookie is a siscon who can't live without his little sister, after all."
I barely managed to hold back the urge to bury myself in her chest. I was taking a deep breath when a pair of pretty toes appeared right in front of my face.
Wiggle. Wiggle.
Park Seoh-ah wriggled her toes in front of my eyes. The movement felt strangely lewd. By the time I came to my senses, I had already buried my face against her foot and was breathing in the scent.
"Our Cookie is the only one without a collar. Should we put one on next time you come?"
Park Seoh-ah stroked my head as she asked. Feeling my heart pound, I nodded.
Park Seoh-ah kept wriggling her toes. The elegant, utterly seductive movement kept turning my mind to mush. A cock that had clearly hit its limit started standing straight up again. Blood rushed in, a heavy ache settling in — but I couldn't stop myself from getting hard. What was it about wriggling toes that got me this worked up?
Without thinking, I slipped my fingers between them. When I lifted my head, Park Seoh-ah was smiling down at me.
"You interlocked fingers with Master's foot. ♥ You can keep doing that. ♥ You really look like a puppy. ♥"
With permission granted, I kept my fingers laced with Park Seoh-ah's toes. Then, from the right, my sister's foot settled on my shoulder. Pale toes wriggled, tempting me. It felt like they were telling me to lace my fingers there, too.
With a hand burning like a hot coal, I interlocked my fingers with my sister's toes as well. The same warm, cozy sensation I'd felt when we'd laced fingers on the way to the club. When the toes wriggled while we were interlocked, an indescribable feeling bloomed. Soft skin sliding against mine made my breathing rough.
Looking ahead, I noticed Sundoong-i must have gotten some affection too — his bean-sized cock was all filthy. The rest of them, bodies trembling with familiar exhaustion, gathered back under the big table. Apparently this was the routine: talk for a while, get some affection, talk some more, end up a complete mess.
I didn't want to unlace my fingers, so I stayed still. Then Sundoong-i met my eyes, came closer, and asked quietly,
"So which agency are you going to? Coming to ours?"
"I just… heard I'd be working as a manager. Don't know anything else yet."
I still hadn't heard anything concrete. Just that I'd be going into a drama. I didn't even know which one.
Sundoong-i muttered under his breath with a murderous look in his eyes.
"If you come to our company, I'll look after you real nice."
I absolutely should not go there.
"So Seoh-ah's finally becoming an actress. Now if only Chaeeun becomes a celebrity too."
Conversation drifted down from above. For some reason, Sundoong-i and I both stopped talking and listened.
"Chaeeun has the face of an idol. How about starting now?"
My sister said to Yeon So-yul.
"Hmm. Not interested right now."
"Really? Being an idol, age works against you the older you get, so I end up pushing a little. Well, with Chaeeun's face, even her thirties might work?"
"…"
"If you want to, just say so. The CEO asks me every day about putting you in a girl group."
"Yeah. I will."
"Hoo."
Cigarette smoke drifted across the tabletop. Han Ahyoung must have lit another one. I'd lost count of how many.
Han Ahyoung spoke.
"You're really not joining our company? We can contract a manager along with you."
She was recruiting for her agency too. My sister and Park Seoh-ah really were that beautiful. If they entered the industry, they'd become stars in no time. Of course, celebrities don't rise on talent and looks alone — but anyone could see these two would make it.
"I don't know if I'll keep doing acting. What if I sign and then quit? I'm not naturally gifted like you, Ahyoung."
"True. Being like me would be hard for you. Still, contracts aren't like ten years or anything. Wouldn't it be fine?"
There was a strangely dismissive edge toward Park Seoh-ah. No — she'd outright looked down on her. But Park Seoh-ah just smiled brightly, as if nothing was wrong, and answered,
"I'm just going to try for now. I've got Ahyoung, so even without a company I feel secure."
"I recommended you, so you got into Ghost Story Company without even an audition. You should be grateful to me."
"Of course! I'm always thinking how grateful and amazing you are. I've never once not been proud that Ahyoung is my friend."
"I'm the lead and you're a supporting — bit-part role, but someday you'll be able to take leads like me too."
"Really? I'd be happy just being half of half of what you are."
My eyes went wide.
Ghost Story Company? The Korean webtoon that had broken out overseas and become a massive hit. Over fifteen billion cumulative views — a total blockbuster. It followed a company that isolated, processed, and managed dangerous ghost stories. Dozens of articles had come out about Netflix adapting it into a drama.
And she was in it.
I could feel all over again just how big a star Han Ahyoung really was. Lead role, and she was making recommendations on top of that.
"Mm. If you work yourself to death, maybe half of half?"
"Hehe. Since Ahyoung recommended me, I'll work hard. I won't be a burden."
I always thought this, but Park Seoh-ah's personality was just too good. My sister and Han Ahyoung had a tendency to look down on people just in their eyes and tone of voice. Seon A-ri, Yeon So-yul, and Yu Su-a weren't as bad as those two, but they still had plenty of behavior that came from a sense of superiority. Park Seoh-ah, every bit as beautiful as any of them, had none of that. The positivity, consideration, and humility in her words and actions only ever made people feel good. Sometimes conversations got frosty, but Park Seoh-ah always stepped in and smoothed things over.
Was that why Han Ahyoung treated her a little more lightly? I found myself hoping Park Seoh-ah would get famous enough that no one could look down on her.
Press.
Suddenly the pressure from her toes intensified. It got just painful enough that I looked up at Park Seoh-ah. Sensing my gaze, she tilted her head slightly. I'd been waiting for our eyes to meet when her lips parted, and a very faint voice reached me.
"What bullshit. That pretentious virgin bitch."
A thoroughly cold little murmur.