The Strong and the Weak (1)
"Awake already? My little one♥ My puppy♥"
The instant my eyes opened, a hot, sticky sensation pressed against my forehead.
Master was planting a thick, clinging kiss right there—so heavy it felt like it would leave a mark.
Smack. Smack.
"So cute… What am I going to do with you? The way your eyes roll is adorable♥ Even the way you breathe is adorable♥"
She didn't stop at my forehead. Kisses rained across my entire face, wild and relentless, the way someone smothers a puppy in affection.
Twitch-twitch♥
"Ah… Cookie got hard?"
"Y-yes… I'm hard…"
Master parted her moist lips and breathed warm air straight across my face.
"Haaaah♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
"Ah…♡"
"It's getting even harder…♥ My maso Cookie♥ If you like Master that much, hold me tight♥"
My arms shot out on pure reflex and locked around her slender waist.
"Tighter. More♥ Squeeze me as hard as you love me♥ Crush me if you have to♥"
"Hah… hah♡"
"Good boy. Such a good boy. Don't resist a single word Master says—just take it all…♥"
In a single breath my mind shattered. Everything went white, and my body became something that obeyed only her voice.
"Maso♥ You folded instantly♥ Idiot…♥"
She mocked me, then whispered right against my ear as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I love you♥ I love my little doggy♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
"Don't fight it. Just stay wrapped around Master and surrender♥"
"Hah…♡"
"Love only Master. Love Master as much as you want♥"
Squeeze♥
Our bodies fused together. I couldn't tell whether she was holding me or I was holding her. All I felt was her translucent skin sliding against mine.
"That's it, my Cookie. Fall completely in love with Master…♥"
"…"
"I love you♥"
Flare-flare♥
Nostrils, ear canals, lips, every pore, even my ass—every hole fluttered open and drank her love.
"I love Master too♡ I love you♡"
"Haaah♥ Cute, cute, so cute♥"
Peck, smack, peck.
She never stopped kissing me. Whenever she had a spare second she whispered more commands.
"What a good boy♥ Don't think with your head…♥ A good Cookie thinks only with his cock♥"
Thoughts snapped one after another. My body was being trained into something that could hear nothing but Master's orders. I sank endlessly into arms I could never escape.
"What time is the shoot today?"
The moment she brought up work, my brain started grinding again with a rusty creak.
"…It starts at three in the afternoon."
"It's noon now, so we should eat and head out."
If filming began at three, the actors had to arrive earlier and finish makeup. The makeup team handled everything, so Master didn't need to get ready on her own. With a face like hers, I honestly thought she could skip makeup entirely.
"Then… shall we stay like this five more minutes before we get up?"
"Yeees…"
I soaked in Master's warmth. The soft give of her skin and that cozy heat spread through me.
Smack. Smack.
The addictive rain of kisses kept burying me.
She ruffled my hair roughly and whispered,
"From now on, don't give cigarettes to that stuck-up bitch."
"…Cigarettes?"
"She only smokes the ones Cookie gives her. If you stop, she'll start suffering again, won't she?"
"Yes, she will."
"Then leave her to suffer."
Master smiled with her eyes. That smile made my heart flutter so hard I looked away without meaning to.
Ever since she had spoken her true feelings to me last night, her gaze and her touch had grown far more tender. Something deep inside my chest tickled and thrashed. Just being touched by her was intoxicating enough to drive me insane.
"Okay. I… won't give her any more."
"Good. Let's wreck that stuck-up bitch's condition."
"…Yeees."
If Han Ahyoung couldn't smoke the twenty-seventh-century tobacco, her condition would tank. She had already admitted the withdrawal symptoms hit her hard—had even said she was terrified of what Chun Yeonho might do. I hesitated for a second, but Master came first. If it meant Master beating Han Ahyoung… withholding a few cigarettes was nothing. It wasn't even a crime. It might not be a fair fight, and it might look petty, but I had never cared much about fairness. Cunning and slyness were sometimes necessary. Honestly, I liked dirty tricks. Even in games I always picked the underhanded characters—the ones with complicated skill kits that took real mastery, the ones everyone banned because they hated facing them. I also loved the late-game monsters that started weak and exploded later. Maybe that was why both Master and I were secretly pleased that the early filming days had gone poorly. Overcoming hardship and then succeeding just tasted better. I would give Master everything she wanted. I wanted to lift her into the top-star ranks with Ghost Story Company. For that, I would do anything.
"I won't give her cigarettes… I'll dangle them just out of reach and make her desperate."
"Hehe, yes. Do that. My Cookie is so good…♥ So cute♥"
Thump-thump♥
"And from now on, don't text the Princess either."
"Yeees…"
"The Princess" meant my little sister—the trainee whose schedule made contact almost impossible. I had still sent her messages now and then.
"Ah, should we send her a video of Cookie having sex? Don't you wonder how she'd react?"
"…"
Master smiled brightly, pure and clear. The expression and the words did not match at all. Last night she had whispered to me until dawn, trash-talking almost everyone. It felt like she had never once let those feelings out before—like she had never shown anyone her real heart. That was why it had all poured out at once. She had given nearly every person a nickname. Chun Yeonho, Director Gun Hyun-woo, Cocoa Writer, Oh Jihyeon—even people she had only brushed past in a hallway—all of them got ugly, insulting monikers. She had called Oh Jihyeon a moron, of all things. Jihyeon used a lot of aegyo and baby-talk, but was that really enough? The Master who always seemed bright and positive in public was, in private, deeply pessimistic. Far more bitter and full of contempt than I had imagined. She looked crushed under extreme stress. That was why I wanted to heal her. I wanted to be someone she could lean on, someone who could give her emotional stability. I had heard dogs could do that for people. I was Master's puppy. I hoped that through me she could shed her stress and find peace.
"What should we do about the Princess? Should we brag that Cookie belongs to Master?"
"…Th-that."
"What do you want to do, Cookie?"
I loved Master most of all. But I loved my little sister too—as family, and as a woman. If Master ordered it I could never refuse, yet I still tried, carefully.
"Can't we just… not do anything…?"
"You don't want to show off to the Princess?"
"I… don't want to be apart from Master even for a second. In that time I'd rather be petted by Master…"
I looked up at her quietly.
"Ah…♥ U-um. Okay…♥ Got it. Master will pet you all day long♥"
Master turned her eyes away, almost as if she were dodging my gaze. Flushed breath spilled over her reddening cheeks. One hand stroked my hair while the other traced the skin of my back. Her palm burned like a live coal.
"We'll do whatever Cookie wants…♥ Master will give you everything… Ngh♥"
Her ragged breathing stabbed messily into my eardrums and nostrils, clinging so thickly it felt dangerous. In the dizzy haze of my consciousness I reflexively sniffed.
"Master… your breathing is so dirty. Sniff-sniff-sniff."
"Ah, ahh… If you sniff like that… Ngh♥"
Her eyes darted everywhere—glancing at me, flicking away, glancing again, looking somewhere else. Those wet pupils trembled like clear spring water. The flush on her face kept spreading.
"Sniff-sniff-sniff."
A sudden rush of liquid.
Shhhhh—
The waist I was holding jerked in little spasms.
"…Master came♥ Cookie just smelled me and I came♥"
Twitch♥
"Pervert…♥ Why are you so cute♥ Cute, cute, cute♥"
She panted and poured filthy breath into my nostrils.
"Ngh, hnnn…♥ My pussy keeps twitching♥"
"M-Master… I think I'm going to come too…"
"Ah…♥ Should Cookie come too? Pew-pew, gonna shoot it all? Hmm?"
"Y-yes…"
"Pew-pew. Pew-pew. Gonna cum?"
"I-I wanna cum…"
"Look into Master's eyes. My good little Cookie… Yes, look at Master."
She gave me a fluttering eye-smile. My head rang, and at the same time her warm flesh wrapped around my cock.
"Shoot your white pee♥ Dump every drop of that precious cum for Master♥"
"Hah… hah♡"
"That's it, my Cookie… Pew-pew-pew. Cum♥"
Pew. Pew-pew. Brrrrrrrt. Spurt-spurt.
"Hahk…♡"
"There, there. Good boy, shooting so well♥ Don't hold back—empty it all♥ Yes, that's it. What a good boy♥"
Gush-gush.
She rubbed her thighs together and wrung every last drop of semen out of my cock.
"Offer your lips to Master. Now♥"
"N-now♡"
Smack. Peck. Haaauup♥
Before the aftershocks of orgasm could even settle, my mouth was stolen. Her tongue coiled in like a tentacle, starting at my gums and scouring every corner of the roof of my mouth. She kissed me until my lips were raw.
We had said five more minutes, but time had long since slipped away. The kiss with Master was sticky and scorching hot. And yet…
And yet, strangely…
It didn't feel like I was going to lose my mind the way I had the first time she took me. Even while kissing Master, Han Ahyoung floated into my head. I was supposed to stop giving her cigarettes now. My throat went dry, maybe from nerves. I had declared it so boldly to Master, but deep down I already knew it might be impossible. How was I supposed to defy Ahyoung unnie? I was a masochist who could never win against a woman.
"Haaauup♥ Yes. Yes. Ngh♥"
She kept kissing me without pause. The only sound in the room was the vulgar wet noise of spit. It was probably just the cigarettes making my heart restless. A kiss with Han Ahyoung had always been something that left me completely unable to think. That was the only reason the thought had crossed my mind.
Murmur, murmur.
A blockbuster drama series of historic scale. The set was always packed with people. Luckily we arrived without being late. I had noticed it before, but a lot of the props looked unnervingly real—exactly as if they had been lifted straight out of the Ghost Story Company webtoon. You could almost believe the entire production budget had gone into props alone. There had been some trouble earlier, yet everything now looked flawlessly prepared.
While Master went off for makeup, I sought out Director Gun Hyun-woo, the assistant directors, and Cocoa Writer. As usual I offered coffee, and if they asked I also handed over vitamins or gum. After greeting only them, I came straight back. That was the end of my immediate duties. In the past I would have been running around like a madman, but not anymore. A polite nod if our eyes happened to meet—that was all.
"Hello, Manager Park Seoh-ah."
Someone approached me then. A man in a clean sweatshirt and jeans—another manager, same as me. I didn't know his name. He had never once greeted me first. Then again, I had always been the one to approach people, so maybe that was natural.
"Hello."
When I returned the greeting, he gave me a lukewarm look. More precisely, he carefully scanned my bag and my hands. Then he opened his mouth.
"Uh… you don't have coffee?"
"Ah, no. I didn't bring any today."
"Then could I ask you to bring some tomorrow?"
"Excuse me?"
"I can't live without that coffee anymore. My head won't even work. I have to drink it."
For a second I couldn't follow the conversation. Was this the result of all the favors I had forced myself to give? The old saying was right: keep offering kindness and people start treating it as a right. The image of the hardworking new manager everyone wanted to help—apparently that had never been me. I was just a living vending machine that dispensed free delicious coffee. Something like that. I had worked twice as hard as anyone else, and what I got back was a pittance. Maybe not doing it at all would have been better. And somehow, that made me even happier. I preferred failure to success. Nothing taught you as much as failing.
I smiled and spoke.