The Four-Legged Beast's Ride and the Magic Spell

I roughly muttered some ridiculous excuse and bought the white lace panties and bra full of holes. Then I grabbed Taeseok's thick ankle sprawled across the floor.

"Up we go, fuck... Did you only eat meat? You're damn heavy."

The sight of a petite, delicate silver-haired beauty dragging a two-meter giant by the ankle—his head scraping the floor—was utterly grotesque. Everyone inside the store froze like statues.

Hearing the points pile up, I let out a deep sigh. My life from here on out... is truly fucked.

Just where did everything start going so wrong?

We left the busy streets and entered the alley leading home.

"Haa..."

A heavy sigh dragged along the ground behind me.

"Hey, Kim Taeseok. Did you put shackles on your feet? Why do you keep crawling?"

At my irritated shout, I turned to see the two-meter tank with his head bowed low, fidgeting. His face was flushed crimson, unable to meet my eyes, staring only at the ground. It was a ridiculous sight. The so-called top-tier tanker of Korea was moving slower than me—a glass-cannon silver-haired beauty whose stats had crashed to 1.

"You idiot! What the hell is wrong with you? You're not even living up to your size!"

Startled by my roar, Taeseok hesitantly raised his massive, pot-lid-sized hand. His thick finger pointed at a shabby motel entrance flashing a loud pink neon sign even in broad daylight.

"N-Noona... back in the fitting room, we... *cough*. We mixed tongues and... became that kind of relationship, right...? I'm ready to take responsibility..."

"Ha."

Responsibility? How dare he talk about responsibility in front of me. He lied to his hyung, calling himself a book. This damn bastard.

A hollow laugh escaped me.

"Hey. Do you have no professional pride? I'm a pro streamer who broadcasts to constellations. That was just service to open the viewers' wallets, service! Do you know how much my rate is? You think you can settle it with a cheap 30,000-won motel room?"

At my bold, shameless capitalist declaration, the translucent hologram window floating in the air began flashing like crazy.

Using the pouring points as a lullaby, I tapped my slender legs sticking out from under the oversized shirt and frowned.

"Ah, this is annoying. My legs hurt like hell in heels. Hey, just take me home. Carry me."

At my command, Taeseok flinched, then obediently offered his broad back and bent his knees. I hopped on and clung to his back.

"Ah, shit."

But within a minute, irritation surged. As expected of a muscle pig, his back was like a steel plate. My delicate chest and the soft inner thighs were being crushed against the hard muscle and I couldn't stand it.

"Hey, this is uncomfortable. Get down."

"Huh? Why, Noona... I'm strong... You're not heavy at all."

"Your back feels like a rock. Hey, crawl on all fours. Carry me while crawling."

"...What?"

"Can't hear me? Get down, you bastard!"

At my roar, the two-meter tank awkwardly dropped to all fours right in the middle of the street. Without hesitation, I climbed onto his massive, beast-like broad back. After roughly pulling down the fluttering oversized shirt, I spread my pale, slender legs and tightly squeezed his thick waist from both sides.

"Hyaah! Move, Kim Taeseok the horse!"

In that instant, Taeseok's entire body trembled violently. Because my soft, secret inner thighs were pressing tightly against his solid side muscles through the thin shirt fabric.

From my vantage point on his back, I could clearly see thick beads of sweat running down his nape and spine.

"Kugh... N-Noona..."

"Not going? I'm hungry."

Taeseok began crawling on all fours, palms on the ground. A giant man walking like a beast, and the petite silver-haired beauty in a man's shirt straddling his waist tightly. Every passerby's gaze locked onto us—shock, curiosity, and blatantly sticky desire mixed in their stares.

"L-Look over there..."

"Crazy, is that some kind of play?"

Whispers hit my ears, but I didn't bow my head or cover my face. Instead, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠every time those gazes touched my bare skin, a thrilling shiver ran down my spine from my nape. More than anything... the ride was incredible. With every crawling movement, the bursting back muscles and lats between my legs writhed against my body. The contraction and relaxation of solid muscle, the hot male body heat radiating from it. With every step, my tender inner thighs wrapped around his waist rubbed persistently against his back.

"Uht..."

A lewd moan slipped out without me realizing.

'Shit, why does this feel so good?'

The overwhelming sense of domination, like riding a giant, dangerous beast I've completely tamed and holding its throat.

Drunk on this insane sensation, dangerous thoughts I never would have voiced as the macho Kang Jinho in my past life suddenly surfaced. No, they slipped out in a small mutter.

"You bastard. If you'd treated me even half as well when I was a guy, I would've..."

"...What?"

Taeseok stopped crawling and turned his head with a start. I stroked his sweat-soaked hair and whispered in a secretive voice, close enough to brush his ear.

"I would've done even the really lewd 'mmh mmh' stuff too. What a good boy."

While the hologram window turned blood-red and went berserk, we finally arrived at the front door of the house.

"Haa... haa... kugh..."

Taeseok, who had faithfully played the role of horse, lay sprawled on the marble floor in front of the door, panting heavily. He was in bad shape. His two-meter frame was soaked in sweat, steam rising from it, and his tomato-red face had completely lost focus. The public humiliation, the physical exhaustion of crawling on all fours, and above all, the constant sensation of my soft thighs pressing and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rubbing against his back... had clearly melted this innocent tanker's brain.

Saliva dripped long from his half-open lips. Looking down at him gasping and clawing at the floor, I felt a bit sorry about just kicking him out. He was a ten-year party member and junior, after all. I'd worked him like a beast on the street.

I lifted his chin slightly with the tip of my shoe and casually dropped the legendary "magic words" I never could have imagined saying in my past life.

"Hey, Kim Taeseok."

"...Nngh... haa, Noona..."

"Wanna eat ramen... and go?"

In that moment, Taeseok's massive body, which had been panting like it was dying, shot up as if struck by 100,000 volts of lightning.

"Huh...?"

The beast that had been foaming at the mouth and sticking out its tongue was gone. Taeseok's eyes bloodshot, snorting fiercely, began upright walking at tremendous speed. No, he surpassed upright walking. A terrifying tearing sound echoed from his taut back muscles and thighs. It was a miraculous recovery, instantly filling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his dying stamina to the brim.

"N-Noo-Noo-Noo-Noona...! Ramen! I really love ramen! I can eat five packs by myself! I adjust the water perfectly! Green onions and egg on top! I even have a chef's license!"

At his nonsense while drooling, I stepped back in shock.

"Crazy bastard, calm down! Wipe your nosebleed first!"

Even at my shout, he had already lost his reason. The two-meter giant glared at the door lock as if to bore a hole through it, breathing heavily like he was about to break the door down. Oh no. What have I done? Not only was he about to empty our small pot with that size, but I'd momentarily forgotten the fatal fact that my parents with sharp ears were sleeping in the master bedroom.

Amid the downpour of system alerts tearing at my ears, I pressed the password with trembling hands and carefully pushed open the front door.

Creaaak—

"Hey... come in quietly. If you wake Dad, you're really dead to me."

"Understood! Silence! I'll only trust Noona!"

Swallowing hard, the moment I stepped into the dark living room, I felt Taeseok's large hand tightly gripping the hem of my thin shirt, trembling like crazy.

Haa, seriously. Boiling ramen is harder than raiding a boss in the abyss. Damn it.