Preparations (2)
The instant I heard the door lock click open, I bolted for the entryway on pure reflex.
A strange impulse and sensation stirred at the base of my spine. If I'd had a tail, it would have been spinning like a propeller—that much was easy to picture.
The moment I saw Park Seoh-ah and my little sister's faces, my whole body started trembling with joy. We hadn't even been apart for ten minutes. Why did it feel this good to see them again?
Park Seoh-ah looked at me and broke into a bright smile—the kind of look you give a dog that came running to greet you, full of fond approval.
"You were waiting for Master, weren't you? Aww, aww. So cute♥ Come here, Cookie. Mwah♥"
She stroked my head and chin, then pressed a kiss to the crown of my head.
My little sister stood beside her, staring down at me. I rubbed my cheek against her leg, nuzzling hard. Only after I'd poured on the affection did she finally pet me.
"You wanted to be stroked that badly?"
I nodded, and she lifted the corner of her mouth in satisfaction.
"Come a little further in. That's it. Mwah♥"
I got a kiss on the crown of my head from her too. Dozens of them.
After that I trailed after Park Seoh-ah and my sister as they went inside.
"Cookie. Here."
Park Seoh-ah sat on the sofa and stuck out her foot. A socked foot. She wriggled her toes right in my line of sight.
"You have to take Master's socks off for her."
I moved to pull the sock free—and her foot suddenly planted itself on my face.
Sniff sniff♥
A rank, intoxicating scent clung thick to the pure white sock. While I lost my mind inhaling it, Park Seoh-ah spoke.
"Cookie doesn't get to use his hands. Take them off with your mouth. Hurry♥"
I couldn't even remember what order I'd just been given. My blanked-out brain clearly hadn't processed it. My body simply moved on its own.
Following her command, I bit down on the sock to peel it off with my mouth. It wouldn't come free easily, and I struggled with it for a long while. The whole time, my brain kept soaking in the foot smell, rotting further with every breath.
Once one side was finally off, the other remained.
Drip♥
Park Seoh-ah glanced at my cock, already slick with precum, and let out a little snort of laughter.
"Oh no, Cookie♥ You got precum just from taking Master's socks off♥"
I was naked, of course, so there was nowhere to hide how helplessly aroused I was.
After I finally managed to finish with Park Seoh-ah's socks, my sister was still waiting.
"Hurry up and take them off. Master wants to wash up."
I swallowed hard and buried my face against my sister's foot. With difficulty—or maybe with pure happiness—I managed to peel her socks free.
She offered me her bare foot while I panted, flushed and breathless. Her wriggling toes made my vision swim.
Thud.
She stepped down on my face just like that, and I breathed her in. The heat still clung to the scent from being trapped under the sock. As I inhaled, a dizzying sensation surged up as if my brain were cooking through.
"You want to cum again♥ You want to cum while smelling Chaeeun's feet♥"
Park Seoh-ah whispered filthy words from the side.
"Is Cookie just that virile, or is it because Master's so hot?"
Twitch twitch♥
Pressure increased on my sister's foot. As she crushed me down, my head sank lower and lower.
"If it's because Master's hot, then throb that little cock for me♥"
Throb♥
"Mm♥ So hot♥ If you're that turned on, you'll just have to cum one more time♥"
"…"
"Chaeeun's stepping on you, so cum happy♥ Cum nice and good, spurt spurt♥"
Throb♥
There was a soft rustle of movement, and then suddenly a breeze brushed over my cock. A delicate, gentle breath.
Hooo—
Twitch twitch♥
"Master will blow on your little cock for you♥ Cum while you submit to Chaeeun's foot♥"
Hooo—
An indescribable sensation coiled around my cock. Every time it twitched under her breath, the fact that my face was being stepped on stood out in sharper relief. The image of myself crushed underfoot, reeking of her feet, burned itself into my mind.
Drip. Drip-drip-drip.
A pitiful dribble of semen leaked out.
"Ah♥ You submitted to Chaeeun again♥ What a good Cookie♥"
I had cum without being touched—just from having my face stepped on. I was getting addicted to that pathetic kind of orgasm. The twisted thrill of defeat and submission kept swelling larger and larger inside me.
Once I finished, my sister's foot lifted away. I gasped for air and rubbed my face against her leg. She met my eyes and asked,
"Do you want to bury yourself in Master's chest?"
"…Hah."
She spread both arms. Taking it as permission, I scrambled up onto the sofa. The moment I tried to nestle into her embrace—
"No."
She whispered it.
"You heard Soyul. You're not allowed to touch Master's chest however you please."
"…"
My eyes wavered. Did that mean I couldn't hold her anymore?
She studied my expression, then said,
"You want to bury yourself in Master's chest that badly?"
I carefully nodded.
"Are you going to listen to Master even better from now on?"
I nodded hard.
As if she simply couldn't refuse when I wanted it so much, she opened her arms.
"Come here. If Cookie wants to be held that badly, Master has to hold him."
I buried my face in the soft valley of her chest. I drank in the scent of her skin and savored the plush give of her breasts.
"Smelling Master makes you so happy♥ You want to be held by Master for the rest of your life♥"
Thump♥
A whisper that might as well have been speaking my own heart. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. She patted the back of my head.
"Hug Master as tight as you like her."
I squeezed her waist with everything I had, pouring my affection into the hold.
"More♥ You have to hold tighter than that♥ Cookie likes Master way more than just this, doesn't he♥"
I clung even closer, digging up strength I didn't have. And still it wasn't enough. Because I loved my sister so much more than this…
By the time my sense of time had dissolved completely, Park Seoh-ah spoke up.
"Hmm, something's missing. Should we order a late-night snack?"
"A late-night snack? Didn't we eat a lot today?"
"Did we? Maybe my stomach's just too big. I've been putting on weight lately—I really need to diet."
"…"
"Just for today, okay? Hehe. I'm really craving something spicy."
At her words I scrambled for my phone. It was two in the morning. And if it was spicy, chicken feet were perfect.
The chicken feet arrived surprisingly fast. Once I'd finished setting everything out, Park Seoh-ah stroked my head.
"Thanks, Cookie. I'm going to dig in. Mwah♥"
She started eating with practiced chopsticks. Across from her I sat with disposable gloves on, shaping rice balls. I made them a comfortable size for eating and watched her enjoy the food.
The glossy sheen of chicken skin under red sauce. Steam rose hot from the egg custard. It looked soft enough to melt the moment it hit your tongue, yet still held a pretty shape. Finely chopped green chives dotted the golden surface of the eggs.
I swallowed without meaning to. I wasn't even that hungry, but saliva kept pooling. Why did it look so delicious? Was this place just that good, or was it…
"Mmm♥ So good. The egg custard is perfectly cooked too. This is the taste…!"
I stared blankly, fixed on Park Seoh-ah's mouth. This time she picked up four boneless chicken feet at once and stuffed them all in. Bright red sauce smeared the corner of her lips as her cheeks puffed slightly. Chewing a full mouthful of chicken feet, she closed her eyes like she was in heaven.
I couldn't look away until she had chewed and swallowed every last bit.
"Ah, it's not too spicy—just the perfect pleasant heat."
She caught my gaze all of a sudden and laughed.
"Does Cookie want some too?"
Only then did I snap out of it and start moving my hands again. I finished shaping the rice balls and nodded.
"Yes… Can I have just one bite?"
"Of course you can. This is really good. Master will feed you. Say ah~"
Park Seoh-ah picked up several chicken feet and fed them to me. The moment I chewed, a sharp spicy kick hit and my eyes flew wide.
It was delicious.
She licked the chopsticks that had been in my mouth with a soft little suck, then fed me egg custard too. The egg custard was delicious as well.
But… it wasn't the taste I'd been expecting. It was good. And yet.
"Mmm. Seriously so good. I live to eat—can I even manage a diet? Hehe."
It wasn't as delicious as the appetite I'd felt just from watching her eat. Strangely, looking at her eat made the saliva well up all over again.
She fed me a few more times after that. My sister, watching from the side, must have gotten hungry too—she came over for a few bites.
After watching Park Seoh-ah eat and then watching my sister, the difference was obvious. Park Seoh-ah ate like it was the best thing in the world. Just looking at her made you want to eat.
Suddenly I remembered something Badugi had said. Even celebrities were all jumping on YouTube these days. In that case, Park Seoh-ah would be perfect for a mukbang. She ate so deliciously that just watching made your mouth water—and she ate a lot, too. We'd ordered nearly six servings of chicken feet.
Once I'd finished all the rice balls, I asked,
"Master… aren't you full?"
Part of it was genuine curiosity, but mostly it was awe. How much did she have to eat to feel full? How many servings did it usually take to satisfy her?
She said she'd gained weight, but I thought she could put on more and still be fine. When I'd seen her naked there had been a little belly, but that much barely counted as baby fat.
Her answer, though, was unexpected.
"I am full. I'm full right now, but it's just so good I keep eating. My stomach's packed and my hands still won't stop."
"You're full… and you can still eat?"
"Hehe, right? My stomach says it's full, but something still feels like it's missing."
Full, and still eating. It was strange, and yet I could half guess the feeling. When something was too delicious, you kept putting it in your mouth even knowing you'd regret it later. That was probably what she meant.
The next morning I went down to the parking garage. Looking around the mostly empty interior, I placed a call. At a glance, it didn't seem like the car needed a separate wash.
"What now."
A curt answer came through the phone. Chun Yeonho. Twenty-nine. Heavy dark circles. In other words, the guy with the seriously tiny dick—Sundoong-i.
"Since I'm not going into the agency, that means I have to prep and handle everything myself, right? Even the contracts?"
"Yeah. All the work the company used to split up for you, you've got to do alone now."
"Ah… Think I can handle it by myself?"
"Why the formal speech all of a sudden? Getting awkward this late in the game?"
"…"
"Can't see my Sochu so you're feeling the pressure, huh. Being small isn't a bad thing, you know. Makes me approachable."
Uh… was that it? He'd seemed so sensitive about being a Sochu before, and now he was acting like it was nothing. Impossible to pin down.
"Anyway, if we talk up to each other we get scolded, so drop it."
"…Got it."
"Don't stress too much. Who expects a lot from someone doing it for the first time?"
Having Sundoong-i—Chun Yeonho—on set was a genuine relief. Han Ahyoung was the lead, so he'd be there pretty much every time I went.
With Chun Yeonho's help, I started gathering supplies. I wanted to pack everything so Park Seoh-ah wouldn't want for a single thing. Not just plenty—things that would actually be useful, piled high. Maybe even enough to feel like magic.
Without thinking, I patted at my empty Pocket—
Rustle.
Something was in there.