The Paper That Sees the Future (1)
I froze mid-motion, staring blankly from one side to the other.
Master and Chun Yeonho both looked flustered, their eyes darting about.
Only Han Ahyoung swept her bangs aside as if nothing were amiss.
"Come here. Noona will take it off for you."
"What are you doing right now…?"
At Master's question, Han Ahyoung tilted her head at an angle.
"Our Jiwoo is so clumsy he needs looking after. Hurry up and come here."
Han Ahyoung raised her hand and gave it a lazy little wave—the kind of gesture you'd use to call a puppy.
I drifted toward her as if entranced, only to be caught mid-step.
"It's fine. Oppa's mine, so I'll take care of him. Thanks for looking out for him, though."
Master said it prettily as she slipped her arm through mine. Something about the gesture felt like a claim—maybe even a show of possession.
Han Ahyoung smirked and drew a square pack from her clothes.
"A cigarette… why…"
Master murmured.
With practiced ease, Han Ahyoung slipped a 27th-century cigarette between her lips and lit it.
"Sss. Hooo—"
She exhaled the smoke in a soft stream, her eyes narrowing into a thin curve. That smile was so sensual my heart gave a hard thump.
The smoke spilled into the air and shimmered pure white—swaying as if drunk, colliding with the breeze, then unfurling outward in an elegant drift.
Twitch-twitch ♥
Watching her, my body gave a sudden shudder.
"Sssss."
Han Ahyoung drew on the cigarette. The ember deepened; the length shortened. Then she lowered it, and her pressed lips parted ever so slightly.
"Oppa?"
I approached her with unfocused eyes.
Step. Step.
My pace quickened—urgent, the way you rush your mouth to a glass before the drink spills over the rim.
"Hooo—"
"Sniff-sniff-sniff ♡"
Cigarette smoke billowed thick across my face. That uniquely addictive scent of a 27th-century cigarette. And above all—it was pouring from Han Ahyoung's mouth. The act itself flooded me with a dizzying thrill that scrambled my head.
"When did you even pick this up? How do you expect to survive if noona doesn't look after you?"
Her hand moved naturally to my hair. With the hand not holding the cigarette, she lightly plucked away a green leaf.
My gaze snagged on those long, pale fingers. The instant I caught sight of the hand gripping the cigarette, I instinctively eased my hips back a fraction.
Pfft. A quiet laugh tickled my ear.
Han Ahyoung lifted the hand holding the cigarette and, with thumb and forefinger, slowly rolled the tip between them.
Twitch-twitch ♥
"Ah… ♡"
It felt as if my cock had been seized. The cock that went completely helpless the moment Han Ahyoung got hold of it was already reacting.
"N-Noona… ♡"
I was hard past the point of mere erection—the urge to cum was surging up. My legs twisted together into a ridiculous posture as I struggled for breath. The only thought left in my head was how badly I wanted to lose and cum just from being casually toyed with by her.
"Want to cum?"
Han Ahyoung whispered.
"Would it feel good, losing to noona? Want to shoot?"
"Y-Yes… I want to cum…"
A cock that reacted to nothing more than a gesture, without even being touched. Hot breath against my ear and I felt like I'd spill right then.
"Going to spurt-spurt from Cookie’s degenerated little cock? Going to become noona’s personal cock?"
Twitch-twitch ♥
When I nodded desperately, she smiled in satisfaction.
"No. I'm not letting you cum ♥"
"Uugh…"
"Cookie already knows what he has to do if he wants to feel good."
What I had to do…
I swallowed hard and looked at her. Han Ahyoung answered for me.
"You have to become noona's. Body and heart, all of it. Then you can feel good every single day."
She lifted her lowered head again, drew in smoke slowly, and blew it across my face.
"Sniff-sniff… ♡"
"Noona will keep waiting, so take your time thinking it over. Once you fall in, you won't be able to climb out—and you won't want to."
"…"
"I wouldn't even mind if you became noona's puppy right this second."
Twitch-twitch ♥
A body that couldn't cum, only go into heat. She worked me up and then did nothing more. After a stretch of awkward silence, I scrubbed my dry face with both hands.
Master is right here. What am I doing?
This wasn't the time. I needed to get a grip.
Master wore a faintly awkward smile. That angelic expression she always wore had stiffened, just slightly. I understood why almost at once.
I'd declared so boldly that I wouldn't give her any cigarettes—and then Han Ahyoung had pulled one out and smoked it right in front of her.
There was nothing I could say.
But Master spoke as if her expression had never slipped at all.
"I've thought this for a while, but Ahyoung really does look cool when she smokes. Like some first-night expert, you know? It's not for nothing she's smoked so much."
There was a subtle thorn in Master's words. Once, I would have heard pure praise. Not anymore. Knowing what she really felt, I could catch the quiet dig—calling her a chain smoker under the compliment.
Han Ahyoung exhaled a long stream of smoke and answered with perfect composure.
"It tastes even better because our Jiwoo gave them to me. There's devotion in an offering. You can feel the affection."
"Our oppa does have a delicate side."
"I'm delicate too. I took it off for him so Seo-ah's arm wouldn't get tired."
Master's face hardened, then smoothed over again. She smiled sweetly as she spoke.
"No need. Something like this barely takes any effort."
She tugged on my arm.
"When oppa gives me a special massage, the fatigue just melts away. He likes me so much he keeps touching me. Right, oppa?"
"Uh, y-yeah. That's right."
I nodded hastily at the sudden question.
Han Ahyoung remained thoroughly at ease.
"True. His hands feel good. I tried it earlier and the effect was excellent. I'll have to get massages from him more often."
"…"
"I'll borrow Jiwoo for a bit. That's fine, right?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Wouldn't it be hard on our oppa?"
"Jiwoo, is massaging noona hard for you? You actually want to do it, don't you?"
Han Ahyoung rolled her thumb and forefinger in a suggestive little rub. The residual heat from earlier surged up again like a spasm. I bent at the waist.
"Y-Yes. I like it…"
"See?"
"…If oppa's okay with it, you can borrow him."
Master answered with a fresh, bright-eyed smile. Something felt off about the way she grinned so cheerfully.
Once we reached the hotel room, we changed straight into comfortable clothes.
Master smiled her usual easy smile as she kneaded my ass.
"Maso ♥ Hurry up and become a puppy ♥"
"Hah ♡"
While I stripped bare and dropped onto all fours, Master went to the bed. I followed naturally. She spread both arms wide. The moment I nestled into her, she ruffled my hair wildly.
Click.
As she stroked me, a choker found its way around my neck before I knew it. Today there was no leash attached separately.
Without a word, Master toyed with the choker, then gently brushed my chin with her fingertips. Just as the ticklish sensation skimming my skin made my body start to tremble, she slowly raised her arm.
The armpit revealed beneath her short-sleeved T-shirt was smooth and brazenly eye-catching. I could have sworn the scent shimmered in the air like a heat haze.
So captivated by Master's armpit, I failed to notice how close I'd gotten—until my face was buried in the hollow of it.
Fwoom.
"Ah ♡"
Twitch-twitch-twitch ♥
My hips jerked in intermittent spasms. Thick air packed my nostrils. My mind went blank and idiotic in an instant.
Master's armpit scent… was on another level entirely.
Squeeze ♥
"Hic ♡"
If Han Ahyoung had the gift of melting people with kisses and touch, Master simply existed—and that alone produced a fragrance beyond all common sense. An addiction of a different grain from cigarette smoke; a deep, subtle scent that crashed over me like a tsunami.
"Haa, everything's so annoying. I offered to help with image management, and they make me do it for two hours? Are they insane?"
Master spat the words in a sharp voice, nothing like her usual clear tone.
"Not a single normal person among them. What kind of bastard works an actress to the bitter end?"
She poured out everything that had soured her day onto me. Pickled in her scent, I answered with little twitches of my cock. Gradually her voice softened.
"Cookie held out so well with that drooling cock of his."
"…"
"Shall we make you feel good and go spurt-spurt now?"
Master pressed a finger against the tip of my glans.
Twitch-twitch-twitch ♥
My cock thrashed even harder. The more she restrained it, the wilder and more aroused it became. Every time I twitched, Master clamped her armpit tighter—pinning me so I couldn't move an inch, flooding me with the sweat-soaked scent.
Squeeze ♥
Suddenly her lovely hand closed thoroughly around my cock. Blood rushed to it from every direction, making it jerk and jump. Helpless in her grip, I drooled and throbbed.
Then, with her free hand, she gave it a gentle flick—a soft little knuckle-rap.
Tap—
She patted the glans as lightly as a caress.
Tap, tap, tap—
"Cum ♥ Cum smelling nothing but Master's scent ♥ Lose to a little flick ♥"
Psshh-psshh. Gush-gush ♥
Brrr-brrt. Brrt-brrt.
Semen shot out. The sensation of it surging up with zero resistance felt so good I wanted to savor it all day long. Master's scent grew thicker by the second. Even after I finished, the electric tingle ringing through my prostate refused to fade.
Master released her armpit. Fresh air rushed into my nostrils, and my nostrils flared with a violent startle—like eyes that had been locked in darkness for months finally meeting the light.
"Cookie's face is so filthy ♥ So cute… ♥ Is it okay to be this cute? Is it not? Hmm?"
Master licked my lips, then pushed deep into my mouth. Snuffling through my nose, I shared a sticky kiss with her.
"Heh-heh… ♥ Like kissing? Does it drive you crazy doing it with Master?"
Strangely, when she pulled her lips away, my tongue followed after them as if reluctant to let go.
"Our cute Cookie… ♥ Feels so good kissing while pickled in Master's armpit scent… ♥ Maso ♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch ♥
Master breathed a rapturous "Haaa ♥" across my face as she whispered.
"It's okay, it's okay ♥ Our Cookie didn't do anything wrong. That chain-smoking bitch is the one who went and seduced him."
"Uugh… ♡"
She gently soothed the very thing that had been weighing on me.
"Cookie's a maso puppy ♥ A little doggy who can't go against a woman ♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch ♥
"Mm, it's fine ♥ Even if Cookie handed over the cigarettes, it couldn't be helped… ♥ So."
Master fitted my head into her armpit once more.
"Breathe in Master's pheromones nice and deep ♥ Drink them in right up to the limit… ♥"
Sniff-sniff-sniff-sniff ♡
"Is your head going funny?"
"Heehee… ♡ Hah ♡"
"You're going to end up unable to live without Master's pheromones ♥ You can't survive without Master ♥"
"Hah, hah ♡"
"Good boy, our puppy… ♥ Commence surrender ♥"
Psshh-psshh. Brrt-brrt. Brrt. Gush ♥
The rapturous armpit pulled away. Master kissed me all over as she asked,
"Did you surrender? Does it feel good?"
"Yesss ♡ I-It feels good ♡ I surrendered ♡"
To Master. To Han Ahyoung. Body and heart, both of them had me surrendering. I'd become so strange I couldn't live without either of them.
If I had to choose one—who would I pick?
With this scrambled head, I couldn't reach a conclusion no matter how hard I tried.
After that, I ate with Master.
Just as I'd feared, she was ready to binge massively. So I buried my face in her chest and fawned on her.
"Master, we decided to start the content today, remember? Maybe we should stop eating now…?"
When our eyes met, she whipped her head away.
"…Yeah. I won't eat. Let's do whatever Cookie wants…"
We were going to film an eating video right away. Master had been overdoing it with her rivalry against Han Ahyoung, and the acting work had piled on the stress. Clearing her head for a bit and getting some fresh air would do her good.
The food would be dishes I cooked myself, but for the first video we'd decided to go with something popular and mainstream—gukbap territory.
Ah—not actual gukbap. I mean something hearty and filling.
Chicken.
Watch any mukbang and you'll rarely find anything as popular as fried chicken. Things like whole large intestine or jumbo ramen have their brief trends and fade, but almost nothing holds steady popularity the way chicken does.
I ordered a single chicken and started setting up. I'd sprinkle on the Red Salt in just the right amount. Lately Master hadn't been taking any Red Salt at all. Somewhere in her heart, she had to be missing it. If she got that feeling every time we filmed a mukbang, the whole thing would become a genuinely fun little break for her—and gradually we'd be able to regulate her portions too.
I mounted an expensive camera on a tripod. The angle started right at the table and framed up to Master's pretty jawline. I also set up the lighting I'd bought after asking Badugi about it.
And the thing I personally considered most important: the microphone. We were planning an ASMR-style format, so I needed to strip out as much ambient noise as possible and capture only the eating sounds in crisp clarity. I'd just bought a pricey mic for the purpose. If we were going to do this, I wanted to do it properly.
Once again I pretended to rummage through my bag and slipped into the Pocket where I'd stashed the items—
"…Huh?"
Why is this here…?