Chapter 109
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Interlude (3)
"...What are you doing?"
"Puppy!"
Shin-hyung asked in disbelief, but Han Seol-ah shouted brightly.
In her hand was a leash, and following it led to Ha Yoon—naked, wearing a dog headband and tail, sitting obediently with her face flushed red.
Her massive breasts and pussy were fully exposed, so it was no wonder she felt embarrassed.
'I told her to give me a tour of the house, and she couldn't hold back and started this while I was gone...'
But instead of scolding Han Seol-ah, Shin-hyung smirked and lifted the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, what a cute puppy. But the owner's here—why are you so quiet? Shouldn't you be wagging your tail like crazy?"
"Oh, you're right! Ha Yoon, wag your tail!"
"Kgh..."
A humiliated groan escaped through her tightly clenched lips, but she didn't refuse the order.
Ha Yoon wiggled her hips while sitting, making the tail sway back and forth. It really looked like a dog happily greeting its owner.
"Aww, good girl, Ha Yoon! You did great!"
Good girl—Han Seol-ah stroked her head vigorously, careful not to mess up the headband. Ha Yoon's vision blurred from the shaking hair, but she only let out muffled grunts like "ngh" and "kgh" without pulling away. Shin-hyung chuckled at the sight.
"Did you finish showing me around the house?"
"Yep!"
"Good. Let's eat first, then."
"Ha Yoon, come along!"
They'd skipped breakfast to bring Ha Yoon out first thing in the morning. As Shin-hyung headed to the dining room, Han Seol-ah tugged the leash to lead her.
She would've followed even if told verbally, but the rough yank nearly made her trip. Ha Yoon let out a small growl and glared at her, but soon sighed and followed behind.
'Fuck, no wonder she thinks I'm actually a dog at this rate.'
The marble floor hurt her knees with every step, but it was bearable enough. At least it was better than walking on bare ground just on her joints.
Comforting herself that it was an improvement over before, she soon reached the dining room. Naturally, it was enormous, rivaling the other rooms.
The table was huge, and there were plenty of chairs, but with only two people... no, technically three, just two seats at the head were occupied side by side.
Of course, Ha Yoon had to be Han Seol-ah's foot mat under the table. Even as she chatted with Shin-hyung above, Han Seol-ah didn't forget to press down on her feet tormentingly. While Ha Yoon ground her teeth, a few servants entered through the dining room door, bringing out the food—who knew where they'd been.
The sizzling sounds and delicious aromas began wafting under the table too, and Ha Yoon unwittingly swallowed hard. She hadn't eaten either, so her stomach let out a loud gurgle.
But ruthlessly, Shin-hyung and Han Seol-ah continued their meal with clinking utensils, as if they'd completely forgotten about Ha Yoon under the table.
'Even at the academy, they didn't bitch about food...'
Ha Yoon sniffled, suddenly feeling wronged. The memories of lording over the dorms like a tyrant made it even more pathetic. Here, she was just a mutt, a foot mat.
And that would continue after discharge. She was thinking it might be better to stay at the academy and get passed around the trainers when—
"Oh right! I forgot Ha Yoon needs to eat too?"
Yank—the leash pulled taut, choking her. Ha Yoon coughed and gasped as she hurriedly crawled out from under the table.
"Sorry! You must be hungry, huh? I'll get it ready quick."
Han Seol-ah clasped her hands apologetically toward the panting Ha Yoon. Of course, it just looked fake to her.
But staying silent would be like admitting Han Seol-ah was in the wrong, so she quickly opened her mouth.
"N-no, it's fine, ah!"
"Ha Yoon. Since when do dogs talk like people?"
A flying kick sent her tumbling. But she got right back up, nodded, and barked.
"W-woof!"
"That's right. Good girl... I'll get your food soon, so wait."
Fucking bitch. Ha Yoon cursed Han Seol-ah's retreating figure with her eyes as she skipped away cheerfully.
"Ha Yoon."
"Woof?!"
Startled by the voice from behind, Ha Yoon jumped. Had she accidentally said that out loud? But it didn't seem so. Turning in surprise, she saw Shin-hyung looking puzzled.
"Why so jumpy?"
"W-woof..."
"Anyway, come here."
Seeing him pat his thigh, Ha Yoon hesitated before cautiously approaching his feet.
"Not like that. Up here."
"Woof...?"
"On my lap."
At the more specific command, Ha Yoon nodded and stood. Luckily, no fist flew at her for dogs not walking on two legs.
Sitting astride his firm thigh, an arm naturally wrapped around her waist. Her body twitched involuntarily at the chilling sensation, and Shin-hyung brought a piece of meat from his plate on a fork close to her mouth.
"Ahh."
"Ah... ah..."
His gentle tone, like feeding a child pureed food, made Ha Yoon's face flush red. Ignoring it, the meat piece settled neatly in her mouth. Carefully picking out just the meat and chewing, the juices burst, filling her mouth.
'No matter what, this place might be better than the academy...'
There they only gave oatmeal, but Shin-hyung fed her all sorts of delicacies. It made her previous thoughts of living at the academy forever feel silly as she quickly switched gears and chewed the meat.
"Tasty?"
"...Woof."
As she answered softly, a large hand approached her face. Bracing for a hit over her insufficient bark, she squeezed her eyes shut and huddled.
But the expected pain didn't come. Cautiously opening her eyes at the petting hand fixing her hair, she heard Shin-hyung mutter with seemingly indifferent eyes.
"Seol-ah's always so rough with people. If you're gonna pet, do it pretty-like."
She'd ruffled her hair like with a ten-year-old, dulling Ha Yoon's looks.
"There, much better."
It was a bit clumsy compared to a pro, but still worlds better than before. Shin-hyung smiled satisfied and lowered his hand.
Watching him quietly, Ha Yoon blurted out unwittingly.
"...Why are you being so nice to me?"
"That's weird. Can dogs talk?"
"..."
Her eyes narrowed at him repeating the same line, as if to say who wasn't Han Seol-ah's owner.
Showing this to the trainers would've earned her a punch, but Shin-hyung wasn't that violent.
He lightly pinched and released Ha Yoon's nose as she eyed him suspiciously, saying,
"I told you before. I like you. Seeing how I treat Seol-ah, you know I take good care of the ones I like."
"Then why don't you say anything when I end up like this?"
He'd even gone along with it. Ha Yoon grumbled, and Shin-hyung replied matter-of-factly.
"Because Seol-ah's more precious than you. I've only seen you a few times, but Seol-ah and I've been together almost four years. No need to spell out who gets more affection, right?"
Ha Yoon's lips pouted at his words. Of course, she understood. She'd known the answer before asking.
But that didn't mean she could fully control her emotions. Still, she couldn't just complain about the favoritism.
Jealous whining would only push Shin-hyung away further. And what came after was obvious. Lowering her eyes with that thought, she replied.
"Yes."
"Play along even if Seol-ah's mean. She'll warm up eventually."
Shin-hyung said that while lightly squeezing her breast.
"Speaking of, your tits seem even bigger since last time. The lingerie I bought before won't fit soon, huh?"
"Nngh, well, that, ahn, no..."
No, actually, they might've grown. She'd already gone up a size once. Squirming from the fondling, she barely answered, and Shin-hyung groaned softly.
"I like 'em bigger, but Seol-ah'll throw another fit."
Han Seol-ah's weren't small—D-cup, after all. But Ha Yoon was F-cup, two sizes bigger... and possibly even larger now.
She obsessed over bust sizes enough to get jealous. Not that he'd mediate.
His prolonged kneading heated her body despite herself.
Sweet moans escaped instead of words, and below grew slick, ready for cock.
But Shin-hyung only toyed with her breasts, not advancing further. If you're gonna stop, don't start. Ha Yoon scowled dissatisfied, but a nipple pinch quickly melted her.
"Too late... Ah! Playing without me again!"
Gasping on the edge, Han Seol-ah bounced back in, holding a large bag of premium dog food.
'Fucking bitch.'
She said food, but brought dog chow. The hand on her breast stopped, letting her catch her breath—then a hand on her shoulder shoved her back.
"Urk!"
"Even for you, Ha Yoon, Master's lap is mine."
'Kghhh~~~!'
I wanna kill her for real. Ha Yoon groaned, clutching her aching head from hitting the floor.
She hadn't even wanted to climb up. She'd only done it because Shin-hyung ordered. Han Seol-ah knew that full well.
Unable to snap at him, she vented on the easy target—her. Swallowing the pain, she watched Han Seol-ah kiss Shin-hyung deeply, then speak poutily, anger somewhat eased.
"I bought expensive food just for you, Ha Yoon, but if you're like this, I'll get upset. Master's soothing you so I'll feed you this time, but next time, no scraps!"
"Woof..."
'Fucking mutt.'
Only I suffer in their lovers' spat. Ha Yoon sniffled her reply.
Finishing her lecture, Han Seol-ah fetched a dog bowl from somewhere and dumped in a heap of food.
So much it overflowed into a pile. Staring in shock, Han Seol-ah beamed.
"Eat up! Filled it with love! If you don't finish... you know."
"Woof..."
"Must be too happy. You're tearing up."
At the scene, Ha Yoon finally shed a held-back tear. Han Seol-ah giggled and leaned into Shin-hyung.
Watching intently, as if to ensure she ate it all. Shin-hyung shook his head but didn't stop her. Thus, Ha Yoon had no choice but to eat all the food before her with her mouth.
Premium or not, compared to that earlier meat bite, it was dry, tasteless garbage. Maybe without the meat, she could've stomached it better.
Ha Yoon choked it down hurriedly, suppressing the gagging.