Little Sister's Friend (7)
Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!
Camera shutters rattled without pause. Blinding white light flared from every direction.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"Please, a word for the fans you've disappointed!!"
"Why on earth did you make that choice?"
Reporters bellowed questions at the top of their lungs, desperate for a headline that would stand out. Dozens of microphones and phones were thrust forward like a bouquet right under her nose. Lift your gaze even a little and boom mics dangled from poles overhead, swaying like heavy fruit.
Police and security worked hard to keep order, but they couldn't fully contain the press corps' frenzy.
The woman, head bowed low, looking haggard, answered in a quiet voice.
"I'm sorry for disappointing you. I will cooperate fully with the investigation."
Mechanical, formulaic replies. Anything sensitive, she dodged with vague non-answers.
Female officers took her by both arms and led her away from the photo line. My head turned with the motion of the crowd, and I watched her go.
That haggard look almost read as a kind of ruined beauty. Even bare-faced, her features were stunning at a professional level. An aura poured off her that anyone would recognize as a celebrity's. Beneath the dark tones, a subtle silver ran through her hair—nothing ordinary. She looked a great deal like someone I knew.
Which only made the situation harder to understand.
Why…?
"Serena!"
"Don't you feel sorry for your members?!"
"Please, just a little more!"
Serena. Yeon So-yul. Park Seoh-ah's friend—and my little sister's friend. The visual of the girl group currently on fire, Ethereal.
What crime did she even commit?
"Why did you drive under the influence?"
"What if someone had been hurt—or killed?"
"Didn't you know you shouldn't drink and drive?"
Yeon So-yul had driven drunk.
I watched her head droop, limp and defeated, then scanned the surroundings. I still needed to figure out why this had anything to do with me—and when this was even happening.
Right now, I was Reporter Number One, lugging a heavy boom pole. Fatigue suddenly hit my arms and I staggered, nearly smacking the person in front of me.
"Hey—watch it."
"Sorry."
Are these scenes always this chaotic? Or is Serena's popularity just that massive? The crowd was thick enough that one wrong step could sweep you away. Moving anywhere on purpose was out of the question.
Luckily, the man beside me hammering his shutter looked like he was from the same outlet. The way he stuck close, the multiple bags slung over his shoulders—it all fit. I figured I could pry some information out of him with a little conversation.
His hands were thick with calluses, his skin tanned copper. The way he held the camera and the faintly worn clothes suggested decades on the job. His face looked gentle enough that I guessed he was the kind of senior who got along easily with juniors.
I gave his overloaded shoulder a light tap.
"Senior. What day is it today?"
Month and year I can ask later…
"Me? What are you talking about all of a sudden, hyung?"
He looked at me, baffled. The voice was oddly young for the face. His forehead was a nest of wrinkles—one, two, three, four… twelve. I'd never seen them stacked like that. Pretty severe drooping eyelids, too.
That was as far as the thought got before strength drained out of my whole body. A sensation like my soul being peeled free. By the time I blinked, I'd already been flung back into my own room.
The reasons a future ends vary. For an "experience"—the kind where you can move freely—there's usually one: the moment the people around you start feeling something's off, something awkward, you get ejected. If you can act naturally, you can stay as long as you want. Or it can end in a few seconds. Real time doesn't pass, so there's no real cost.
That man had felt the awkwardness. That was why I'd snapped straight back to reality.
Still… hyung? That face has a hyung? Yeah, right.
Was the body I was riding in in its seventies?
I'd approached it too casually. If I'd faked a stumble and let him speak first…
I stared blankly at the paper in my hand, then tore it.
Seeing the future turned out to be a thirstier habit than I'd expected. How to put it—it felt like gambling. Just a little more and I might hit the jackpot. I still had chances left. Maybe one more try. The more I did it, the less satisfied I felt, the more it wasn't enough.
What does Serena getting booked have to do with me?
More than that—I wanted a future with Park Seoh-ah in it. I still hadn't seen what I wanted to see. If Yeon So-yul showed up again, it might prove something solid had formed between us.
I set the torn paper down. It fluttered, drifted, and settled on the floor. A moment later the paper that had been in my hand was gone without a trace. Future-seeing paper vanished from the spot once you tore it. If any of it was still left, you had more chances. If it disappeared like this, you were done.
Strangely, though, the scraps on the floor weren't vanishing. Normally they should have gone before anything left in your hand.
I frowned and bent down—
Shhhh—
A sharp chill slapped my cheek. The air conditioner and dehumidifier were both running in the room, so a cool draft wasn't strange. I almost wrote it off as imagination—then realized how low my line of sight was.
I did bend down to pick up the paper… I did, but—
Right now. That. Wait. What?
People say when you're truly stunned, you can't even scream. That was me.
The full-length mirror on the wall. My reflection was in it. Me, on all fours like a dog—completely naked.
The second I grasped what state I was in, every fine hair on my skin stood on end. As if a veiled stage had been stripped bare, every dull sense was peeled raw. Cold air slid over bare skin with nothing to hide behind. My body trembled; cold mixed with a strange, unsettling sensation.
I tried to stand. My body didn't even consider moving.
I understood.
Ah. I'm seeing the future right now.
There were several ways to see the future. Like earlier, you could "experience" it and move the body freely. Or—like this—you could "spectate" from inside someone's body. As a spectator, you had no choice but to wait until the scene ended.
I was watching a future of my own room, from inside my own body. Even the mirror, strictly speaking, was only what future-"me" was looking at.
…Why am I like this?
More than that—spectating had never come with sensation before. So why now—
"Cookie~ Come here."
A voice drifted suddenly from the living room.
Cookie? Do I have a dog?
The question rose at the same instant "I" scrambled out on all fours. Soft fur carpet laid over smooth marble got rucked up under my hands and knees. With every movement, my cock swung free.
"I" had come with eyes only on the floor, so I couldn't see who was ahead. Only when I reached the long leather sofa did a person's legs come into view.
Long legs sheathed in black sheer stockings. The way she sat with them crossed was pure sensuality. The faintly flesh-toned soles of her feet were so alluring that for a second my mind went blank.
The moment I saw them, my heart began to pound in a way that wasn't right.
"Aww, look at you♥ You came running because you missed Master so much♥"
"Hah…"
"Come here. Master will stroke your little cock for you♥"
"Woof…!"
The person treating "me" like a dog was none other than Park Seoh-ah.
"I" answered brightly, as if that were the most natural thing in the world. Woof, no less.
"You have to show Master your cock♥ Mm, nice and healthy♥"
Seoh-ah casually stroked my thigh—with her foot.
"Just Master looking at your cock and you're already hard? Throb-throb♥"
"Hah…♡"
She ruffled my hair and pressed down hard on my thigh. My prostate took a strange, precise pressure. Then her stockinged foot tapped and nudged "my" cock. It stood rigid, already twitching like it was about to burst. "My" face went slack and stupid with pleasure.
What the hell…
I'd expected something dirty, but this was—
Pant-pant♥
"Cookie really loves feet…♥ Look at you, already drooling pre♥"
"Hah♡"
"Don't hold it in♥ You're supposed to lose to Master's feet just like this♥ No thinking with that head of yours♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
Master and dog? Some kind of roleplay?
It was humiliating and awkward. Seeing it through my own body made it feel even more vivid—like being tied hand and foot and put through a shame play. And yet… my body was getting off on it.
If it's Seoh-ah's dog, then… well. That's fine. Isn't it?
My chest tickled. The feeling was wrong. I didn't know when this was, but it didn't feel like the distant future.
"Helpless for a pair of feet and already in heat♥ Flare those nostrils for me♥"
Flare-flare♥
"Mm. Good boy…♥ As a reward, you get to lick Master's soles♥ Here~♥"
Seoh-ah set her foot on my face. The other kept rubbing "my" cock. A faintly sweaty, sour, heavy smell rose from the stockings.
"Master's stockings that haven't been washed in a week♥ Soaked in sweat, filthy and reeking♥"
"…"
"Ah♥ Your cock's twitching♥ You're about to cum already♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch♥
"It's okay, you can cum♥ I already know our Cookie's cock is weak♥"
"Hah…♡"
"Surrender to Master's soles just like this♥ Don't hold back—shoot it all♥"
Sniff-sniff♡ Lick♡
Haa. I'm losing my mind.
"My" body sniffed and licked as if bewitched. At some point the foul foot smell turned rich, addictive. With my face under her foot, defeat and submission and a filthy thrill surged up together. The hierarchy locked into place perfectly.
Normally, spectating came with no sensation at all. If the body moved on its own and your emotions and senses synced with it, that would be dangerously far. Which was why none of this made sense. It felt as raw as if I myself had become the dog and was licking her.
At this rate, Seoh-ah will completely—
"Nnh…♥ That tickles, Cookie♥"
Pant♥
"Haah♥ Our Cookie's so filthy♥ Did you want to hear Master moan?"
"Hah♡"
"After pounding Master so hard yesterday…♥ Pervert♥ Masochist♥"
Pant-pant♥
Seoh-ah shifted, resettling her posture, never once stopping the pressure on my face and cock. Her breathing grew steadily shorter.
"Cookie, I'm going to moan now. Listen to Master and cum your brains out—!"
"Hah…♡"
My body burned like a furnace. Cum was already packed to the limit. My balls felt heavy enough that a light touch would set them off. A sweet climax was rolling in, the kind that left no room for anything else. The stimulation and the heat were nothing like doing it alone. If I actually heard her moan—
"Ahn. Ahn. Ahn. Ahn. Ha-eung. Haa. Ahn. Ahn."
…What.
I blanked for a second. Those weren't moans. Past fake moans—they were just half-hearted syllables strung together. A perfect betrayal of every expectation I'd built up. Mockery. Teasing.
And yet—
Twitch♥
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
My body jerked violently.
Spurt♥ Gush♥ Spurt♥ Spurt♥
White cum erupted—hard.
"Ah♥ You came♥ It's over…♥"
"…"
"Just fake moans and you still came so happily♥ Normal guys don't do this, you know."
"Hic♡"
"From now on you'll never be able to defy a woman♥ You can never go back to how you were♥"
Gasp-gasp♥
I hadn't held back for even a second. My hips shook through the exploding orgasm. The cum kept coming longer than I expected. Seoh-ah didn't care that her stockings were getting filthy; she kept rubbing my cock. Then the foot on my face lifted. She cupped my cheeks in both hands and kissed my forehead.
"Good boy, Cookie…♥ Did you surrender completely to Master?"
"Yes, yeheh♡"
"Haa… Cute, cute, cute♥ Our little maso Cookie lost so hard, didn't he?"
"Hah♡"
"That's it. Good boy♥ Well done♥ Our puppy's melting…♥ Such a good boy."
After the degradation and the mockery, the soft coaxing that followed made my brain feel like it was carefully, thoroughly breaking. Pleasure was being forced into my body and mind—pleasure that would not come out.