Confession
Rustle. Rustle.
Fabric whispered against fabric. The leather of the seat creased and groaned. She kept shifting, restless, as if no position would settle right.
"Hah."
A thin sigh slipped free—a breath thick with lingering attachment. The woman's silhouette only grew denser against the light. That slender jawline, the full swell of her breasts, hips that looked ready to burst the seams of her clothes, those long legs—there was nothing about her that failed to set a pulse racing. Even the bare outline of her was enough to harden a man. The absolute peak of superiority.
She crossed those endless legs and rested her arm against the window frame, eyes closed. Even that quiet pose carried a kind of elegance. Dark violet hair stirred softly. Between silk-smooth bangs, a smooth forehead showed. From her body rose a scent so subtle and addictive it was hard to believe it came from a cigarette. Every faint movement was seductive, devastating. She looked exactly like one of the ghost stories from Ghost Story Company—the kind of beauty-type tale that ensnared and drove men mad from nothing more than a glimpse of her shadow. As if that terrifying story had been given flesh and set loose in the real world.
In front of her, any man would fall. Easily. Completely. No matter his tastes, no matter how impressive he thought himself—if she decided to, turning him into a mere masochistic slave would be the simplest thing in the world. She would never, in her entire life, have to suffer over a man.
Chun Yeonho glanced into the rearview mirror. A faint crease had appeared on Han Ahyoung's pretty forehead. That meant her mood was sour.
"Are you all right, Master?"
Han Ahyoung opened her eyes slowly.
"Of course I'm all right. What could possibly be wrong with me?"
She lifted her chin with a haughty little motion, as if the entire world sat beneath her. It always had. And barring some enormous upheaval, it always would.
But Yeonho knew she was not all right. He had been watching her since she was five years old. He might as well have raised her—driving her to sets when she was a child actress, looking after her, playing with her at home, cooking dinner, even walking her to school through middle school. He knew Han Ahyoung better than her own parents did. So he saw the lie at once.
Saying so out loud, though, would scratch her pride. He checked the glove box, found nothing useful, and tried again.
"Would you like some water?"
"No."
"Chocolate, then?"
"It'll make me fat."
"We've still got a ways to go. You could get some real sleep—"
"Sundoong-i."
She cut him off, voice low.
"This isn't an environment for sleeping."
She didn't say it outright, but the meaning was clear: the car was uncomfortable. It stood in sharp contrast to Kim Jiwoo's van, where she had slept like a baby whenever he was around. In other words, she was more at ease with Jiwoo than with him.
The realization made Yeonho swallow hard. Silence settled over the car for a moment.
"…Ahyoung."
At the sound of her name, Han Ahyoung opened her eyes again. Not Master—Ahyoung. She kept public and private strictly separate, never letting anything show outside, but the moment they were alone the relationship snapped back into Master and slave. A car on the road was a sealed, safe space, almost like home. Absolute Master-and-slave territory. Calling her by name here meant he intended to talk about something serious.
"Ahyoung."
"Mm. I'm listening."
"Did you… like having Jiwoo as your manager?"
"It wasn't bad. He's still clumsy about a lot of things, but he'll pick those up fast enough."
"…"
"I just… like him as a person. He takes care of me diligently."
"More than me?"
"…No. Obviously you can't be compared. Compare things that are actually comparable."
Yeonho felt a flicker of relief—then his expression hardened as he looked at her in the mirror. He remembered the tiny hesitation before her answer. A white lie, maybe. As a manager—or maybe even as a dog—perhaps she had preferred Kim Jiwoo after all. An ominous feeling stirred. And yet that ominous feeling was strangely… complicated. He was supposed to hate it. It wasn't supposed to exist between people who loved each other. Which was exactly why a twisted sense of transgression rose up inside him.
He spoke with a meaningful look.
"Should I ask Jiwoo to keep being your manager?"
"…No. There's no need. You saw earlier—Jiwoo was practically begging me."
"…"
"I said no because I wanted to be with you, Oppa."
The sweet words left Yeonho's face still frozen. Han Ahyoung went on.
"I could make him my manager whenever I want. I don't because I have you. Because I like you more."
"Tell me properly. Don't lie. Tell me the truth."
Yeonho asked with a grave expression. Han Ahyoung had never touched other men, never even shown interest. She hadn't cared about the other dogs either—Tori, Dubu, Badugi. That was why it had been so strange when, on the first night they met at the club, she had given Kim Jiwoo a handjob. After that she had mentioned him often, but mostly in connection with the cigarettes. Yeonho himself had been so addicted to those cigarettes he hadn't had the bandwidth to think about it. The mentions hadn't seemed odd.
But when she reunited with Kim Jiwoo and started touching his cock, spitting into his mouth—that was when Yeonho finally understood. She liked him. He had caught her eye enough to be treated as something cute. And Yeonho found himself getting jealous and aroused at the same time. The signs had been there for a while; only now did he admit them. His cock was so small he couldn't even put it inside her. That fact had twisted into a bizarre fetish. Once, he had even told her she could sleep with other men—because he couldn't satisfy her. Looking back, maybe he had already been instinctively excited by the idea of being robbed of her.
After the reward for offering the cigarettes, Kim Jiwoo had spent a week as her manager. After that, Han Ahyoung—who never praised anyone—started bringing him up at every opportunity. She had even said the sex was incredible. She had actually gone and done it with him.
Yeonho's Sochu twitched madly. It wasn't that her feelings had cooled, and it wasn't simple cheating—it was for Yeonho's sake. That made him want to hear it even more. Whether she was still doting on Kim Jiwoo purely for Yeonho… or whether, by now…
Whatever it was, he wanted to hear it from her mouth. That she liked him more. Or maybe… that she liked Jiwoo more than him.
Han Ahyoung didn't answer. So Yeonho spoke again.
"When Master… told me what she did with Cookie while giving me a handjob. I got really turned on."
He had slipped back into being a dog.
"It felt like Master was being taken from me, but somehow I got more excited than usual."
"…"
"Master knew, right? That's why you did it with Cookie."
"…Just."
Han Ahyoung brushed her bangs back.
"I just… told him to offer the cigarettes. Because Sundoong-i was suffering without them."
"If Master is doing it for me, then there's no problem… If Master feels guilty, that just makes me the worse one."
He poured out everything he had been holding in. They had both sensed it, but neither had ever said it out loud. Confessing left Yeonho feeling strangely relieved.
Han Ahyoung stared at him for a long moment, then parted her lips.
"Right now, I want Cookie to fuck me."
"…"
"When Cookie holds me, it's incredibly warm. Just being in the same space makes me feel at ease. Maybe that's why. Lately I can't sleep properly. Not when Cookie's gone."
Yeonho sucked in a sharp breath. He had braced for it, even hoped for it, but—
"When Cookie looks at me and confesses, my heart races. My face goes red."
"…"
"Honestly, I ate the chocolate Cookie fed me today. He looked me in the eyes while he held it out, and I couldn't refuse. It was sweet. Delicious."
"Ah…"
"Master… I think I've fallen for Cookie. What do I do?"
Yeonho's fingertips trembled on the wheel. As if he had been hit by a shock. Or maybe as if he had gotten wildly aroused. Possibly both.
He forced his heavy lips open.
"Do you… like him more than me?"
"…No. I still like Sundoong-i more."
They had both spoken their true feelings and found a kind of ease. The words had come from Han Ahyoung's unconscious. Words he could trust. Words that soothed him. So Yeonho asked again. He wanted to hear that comforting answer one more time.
"Do you really like me more?"
"Mm. Of course. For now, I still like Sundoong-i more."
"…"
For now… Yeonho turned the rest of her sentence over in his mind and ran his tongue across dry lips. Han Ahyoung realized her slip, but seeing his reaction, she continued.
"Actually, I told Cookie to become mine. I told him to be my dog."
Yeonho's eyes went wide.
"Yours…? But Cookie already has Masters—"
"So what if he's Seo-ah and Chae-eun's dog? If I want him, I take him."
"…"
"Seo-ah pulled a fun little stunt first, anyway. She's the one who stabbed us in the back."
"Stabbed us in the back? What happened?"
"She tried to monopolize Cookie. So I just decided to do the same."
Han Ahyoung said it flatly.
"But he said no. Said he already has Masters."
"…"
"The second I grab his cock he can't do a thing, he loves it to death, and the moment our eyes meet he starts confessing. It's ridiculous."
Yeonho muttered with a look of genuine incomprehension.
"How… how can anyone refuse Master's orders…"
"And Master's sitting here talking to Sundoong-i right now, and still—"
She switched the cross of her legs, as if trying to contain a ticklish sensation.
"I started imagining Cookie fucking me. That magnificent cock driving into me, my pussy convulsing."
"…"
"I want to hold Cookie and stroke him. The way he goes stupid the second he's in my arms and just sniffs me—it's cute. It heals me."
Silence fell for a while. Both of them sat with the aftertaste of honesty, slowly adjusting to it.
HONK!!!
A short, sharp blast of a horn shattered the quiet. Yeonho snapped back to himself and started driving again. Han Ahyoung kept talking.
"Our Sundoong-i was cute too. When Master reported getting fucked, your Sochu went into heat and you begged me to touch it."
"…"
"Today I'll tell you all about how Master got fucked by Cookie again."
Twitch♥
"And with that inferior little Sochu that can't compare to Cookie's, we'll shake it nice and hard."
Twitch-twitch♥
"That Sochu that can't even go inside Master's pussy. Let's get nice and happy while it spurts its degenerate juice."
"Yes… Th-that sounds good…"
Han Ahyoung swept her bangs back as if a weight had lifted. She reached for the cigarette pack she had hesitated over several times since getting in the car. More than half remained, but every time one disappeared her hand shook badly. She lit one, drew in a sweet, deep inhale, and finally looked like she could breathe again. Then she placed that precious cigarette between Yeonho's lips. He had been craving one just as badly; his expression cleared at once.
Han Ahyoung said,
"Master's gone desperate to have Cookie. Just thinking about Cookie's cock… ah, my panties are soaked again."
Twitch♥
"Do you still like a Master like this? A Master who's been conquered by Cookie's cock—do you still like her?"
"…I do, Master. That's why… I like her even more."
The front of Yeonho's pants stayed flat. He was fully hard, precome leaking freely, but nothing showed. Watching him breathe in ragged little gasps, Han Ahyoung spoke again.
"No matter what happens, I'm going to have Cookie. I can't live without him anymore."
She seized her own breast hard. The full swell crushed under her fingers, soft flesh spilling between them. The sight was so devastatingly erotic that thought itself seemed to stop.
"Haa♥ Just thinking about Cookie makes my chest tingle."
Squeeze♥
She gripped harder. Her waist dipped slightly, as if her pussy were trembling.
"Honestly, I already got fucked plenty this morning… and I'm still going crazy wanting to do filthy things again."
Squelch. Squirm.
"Ah… Ah…"
Yeonho couldn't form words. His eyes went wide. This was a side of Han Ahyoung he had never seen—a completely undone look that burned itself into his mind, hammering him with wave after wave of taboo and stimulation. A massive urge to come raced up his spine in a dazzling jolt. But that, too, left no visible sign.
I dropped off the actress Go Malhee and headed straight for the hotel. The whole way there, I couldn't stop thinking about Han Ahyoung. What had I done wrong? What about me hadn't she liked? Had she gotten tired of me? That… couldn't happen.
Then the knowledge that I was about to see Master wiped my mind blank.
Thump♥
Since yesterday… Master and I had started a new kind of play. Anything I did with Master made my heart race. This one was especially intense. Because of the twenty-seventh-century cigarettes, Han Ahyoung's body scent was even more fragrant—so rich it almost made Master's own scent feel a little lacking by comparison. And yet, in the end, the one I was addicted to was still Master's smell. There was something dirtier, more arousing about Master's scent. And this new play let me take in Master's smell even more greedily than usual.
Throb-throb♥
Ah.
Just imagining it had gotten my cock hard. With a fluttering chest, I walked the maze-like corridors.