Why Am I Like This (2)

Pat, pat.

"Cough, cough."

I came up behind Master at the toilet and gently struck her back.

"Master, take slow, deep breaths."

"…Mm."

Master panted with difficulty. She had chewed her lips raw; those vivid red lips were already cracked and swollen. After a while of rubbing her back she finally settled a little.

We left the bathroom and sat on the sofa. Master kept trying to bite her lips or her nails, so I gave her a stick of Memory Gum to keep her from chewing herself. She stared blankly into empty space, chewing the gum in a daze.

I watched her for a moment, then carefully wrapped my arms around her from the side.

"It was hard, wasn't it, Master."

"…"

"If anything's wrong, tell me everything. I'm always on your side."

I nuzzled my cheek against her shoulder.

"Don't carry it all alone, Master. I can share the load. I just want you not to hurt."

"…I'm fine. Master isn't hurting. I just ate too much, that's all."

"I… for you, Master, I could even pluck the stars from the sky."

"Pfft. What is that."

Master laughed, but the sound had none of its usual strength. Her lips parted as if she might speak, then closed again.

Sharing your worries lightens the heart. Forcing someone to talk never helps, though. If Master didn't want to speak, I could wait forever. The way she had grown restless the moment Han Ahyoung's name came up made me suspect it had something to do with her, but I decided not to dig any deeper. Master had sealed her mouth because she didn't want to talk; pressing further would only be rude.

I simply held her. Master leaned into me until her full weight rested against my body. A clear, steady thump spread through us—whether it was my heartbeat or hers, I couldn't tell.

Remembering the sight of Master retching, I made up my mind. I would film ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the video right away. If I wanted perfect control over Master's diet, nothing beat the excuse of content. She might still listen if I just insisted, but having a firmer justification felt safer. I also needed to research proper treatments for binge-eating. Looking at the effects of the food that came out of the Cooking King's Warehouse, curing something like binge-eating shouldn't be hard at all.

And filming a mukbang would actually help Master in several ways. The stress and the binge had to be because of acting. She spent every waking hour staring at scripts and thinking about performance. She needed a break to clear her head—walks, sleep, splashing in water, anything that put distance between her and acting. Shooting a video about the food she loved would make her feel better at once. If the YouTube channel took off, Master's self-esteem would rise too. Two birds with one stone.

"Pervert♥"

I flinched♥

Master's whisper made my eyes roll.

"You weren't comforting Master—you were just sniffing me?"

"…Yes?"

I made a puzzled face even as I buried my nose in the nape of Master's neck.

Sniff sniff sniff.

I drank in that thick, lewd scent until my mind went hazy.

"Our Cookie really is a little masochist♥ Your body just starts sniffing on its own…?"

"Ah… that's… sniff sniff sniff."

My body moved before my brain could give the order. I jammed my nose into Master's nape and greedily inhaled her female scent.

"Our masochist Cookie♥ So happy to be trained…♥ Cookie, look at Master."

Master locked eyes with me, then—

"Haaaah♥"

—blasted a dense cloud of pheromones straight into my face. The sweet aftertaste of the gum mixed with her scent and washed over me. Every muscle in my face seized and short-circuited.

Twitch twitch twitch♥

"Roll your eyes back. Flare those nostrils."

Flare flare♥

"Thinking with your head?"

"…Forbidden."

"That's right. Think only with that pathetic cock-brain of yours, Cookie♥ Begin♥"

"B-begin♡"

I hugged Master even tighter. Contaminated by her intoxicating pheromones, I went into full heat. The moment I tried to form a thought my brain stuttered and my vision blurred. Because it was forbidden, I could no longer think with my head at all. I could only think with my cock-brain as I clung to her.

"Shall we go lie down on the bed for a bit?"

"Yeheh…♡"

Naturally I dropped onto all fours and followed Master's superior legs. Halfway there she stopped and ground her foot into my face.

"Hahk…♡"

That was how we reached the clean bed—the one I had secretly cleaned earlier with Clean Clap. The duvet felt soft and dry, as if the wetness of Master's juices had only been a dream.

"Come here."

Master pulled me into her arms. I sank straight into the valley of her bare breasts. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the stiff nipple standing at attention. Once we shared a single blanket and I buried myself in Master's chest, sleep came easily.

I had left the Cloud Doll in the car. I usually carried it around, but I'd forgotten it this time. Being held by Master was just as comfortable, though, so it hardly mattered. Master's embrace was softer than any cloud.

Ah. I was the one who was supposed to make Master feel soft and safe, not the other way around.

I rolled my eyes upward to look at her. Master stroked my hair with a contented smile. Thankfully she looked comfortable too.

"Do you like Master's nipples?"

"Yes♡ I like them. I like Master♡"

Whoosh.

Master turned her head away.

"I-I asked if you liked the nipples…"

She muttered it like a sulky little complaint. I rubbed my cheek against her breast and answered,

"If it's Master, I like everything."

"…Mm."

Thump thump thump thump♥

For some reason a huge drum was beating inside Master's chest, loud enough to make the ear pressed against her go numb.

Anyway, falling asleep on the Cloud Doll and then coming here could have backfired, but we were lucky. Come to think of it… Master had gone to the hotel spa not long ago. She'd gotten the full-course massage and apparently hadn't been all that satisfied. She said hugging me felt better. That was why she hadn't gone back after the first visit.

"Shall I give you a massage? After a day of hard work like today, you need to loosen those muscles."

"…Really? Then please. I guess I'll have to get a massage from Cookie."

"I'll go get the oil."

"You have oil too? Cookie really has everything. Hurry and bring it."

I stepped out into the living room for a moment and reached into the cross-body bag I always carried. There should be a bottle of massage oil I'd stocked just in case. I'd never used it; it was simply one of the things I'd bought because I wanted to be a manager who was prepared for everything.

I reached into the Pocket and pulled the item out. Oddly, a folded sheet of paper came out with it—the familiar instruction sheet. Out of habit I unfolded it and read.

A new item had appeared. I already had ordinary massage oil, but anything the Pocket handed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out was far more effective. The line about winning love made me hopeful. Master would be able to rest a little more and heal properly.

Wait—hadn't a cigarette come out today? Had a whole day already passed? No, the Pocket never reset at midnight to begin with. The "one item a day" rule was really just my own sense of time. Since I'd drawn one at the filming set today… I shouldn't have been able to pull anything else until at least tomorrow morning. It had never spat things out back-to-back like this. Had something changed inside the Pocket?

I watched the writing on the instruction sheet fade away, then turned. Master came first. This Massage Oil could just be used like regular oil. I had no real memory of ever giving a massage, but Master wasn't expecting professional technique from me anyway.

When I returned to the bed, Master had already pushed the covers aside and was lying face-down, waiting. Her superior hips and pelvis stood out beautifully. The rear view was ridiculously pretty. I dimmed the ceiling lights to a soft orange glow; that alone made the atmosphere feel intimate and refined.

"Shall I start right away, Master?"

"Yeah. Do it right away."

I climbed onto the bed, tore open the oil, squeezed some into my palm, and rubbed my hands together. Once it was evenly coated I spoke.

"I'm going to massage you now, Master…"

"Mm. Don't go wild just because you're touching Master's body."

Knead knead♥

Her plump buttocks rippled. The skin, already cleaner and smoother after eating the tomatoes from the Cooking King's Warehouse, grew even silkier under the oil.

"Don't go wild…"

Knead knead♥

The sensation spreading from my fingertips was unbelievable—soft, powdery, and lightly springy all at once, as if I had plunged my hands into a pristine snowfield. The more I touched, the more I craved; then the taut elasticity would suddenly bounce my hands away.

"Don't… don't… go into heat. Ah…♥"

Master gathered her arms and began rocking her upper body. I thought something might be uncomfortable, yet the hips I was holding never moved an inch. Still, just in case, I tried to lift my hands.

…I meant to lift them, but they wouldn't stop.

Knead knead♥

"Are you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all right, Master…? Is this okay?"

"…"

"Master…?"

No answer. Instead her hips twitched as if begging for more. That lewd little motion had me massaging her buttocks as if entranced. I was supposed to work on other places too, yet I couldn't leave her ass. It felt too good. Too filthy. I was going crazy.

Twitch twitch♥

My own body was acting strange. I was only touching Master, yet my cock jerked violently. At this rate I might start leaking just from the contact. I needed to talk to her, to look somewhere else. Touching her in silence was far too stimulating.

"Master…"

I called carefully, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but again there was no reply. Her face was buried in the pillow. Had she fallen asleep? Did the Massage Oil have a sedative effect too? But her upper body kept shifting slightly, so she wasn't asleep. Or maybe she had closed her eyes on purpose so she could drift off.

I carefully raised myself to see her face, still kneading her hips with one hand as I leaned to the left. Coincidentally, Master's head whipped the other way. When I moved right, she turned left. Coincidence? Or did she simply not want me to see her face?

I decided to give up for now. I returned behind her and was about to settle again when her toes entered my field of vision. They never stopped wriggling. The mattress cover rustled loudly under the constant motion. Even if someone tickled her soles with a feather she wouldn't fidget this much.

I called her name louder than before.

"Master?"

"…U-uh. Uh. Whaat?"

Master twisted around, her face flushed as red as a ripe strawberry.