Shattering Minds: Pavlov's Dog (3)
‘The clock?’
‘Tick-tock!’
‘Tick-tock!’
‘Oh my~ It makes such a nice tick-tock sound too?’
Tick-tock sounds...?
‘Shall we all try it together?’
‘Tick-tock! Tick-tock!’
*Drip.*
*Squish.*
“...!”
“Oh... are you running a fever...?”
“Ah... sorry. I'll head out first.”
*Tap. Tap.*
She ran as fast as she could.
‘The clock? Tick-tock, tick-tock!’
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
“Hah... hah...”
Her chest felt like it might burst. Her huge breasts bounced painfully with every step.
*Beep-beep-beep. Beep.*
*Slam.*
“Haa... haa... hngh...!”
As she slowly pulled down her panties, sticky strings stretched out.
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock!’
The children's tick-tock chorus echoed in her head.
“Hngh...!?”
Something felt good. Her mouth? Her breasts? Or her pussy...? She couldn't pinpoint where.
“Hoo... haa...”
It just felt good. Really good. A buzzing heat boiled up from her lower belly.
“What... is this...”
She couldn't understand the strange heat rising through her body.
*Tap. Tap. Tap.*
She hurried to find the toy she'd hidden.
Ha-jun oppa might come home any minute. But the heat surging now was too agonizing.
*Slide.*
So she stuck the dildo to the floor without changing clothes and crammed it into her pussy, wrinkling it up inside her. Already soaked with her juices, the smooth silicone slipped right in without resistance.
*Squish.*
*Squish.*
*Squish.*
Her pleasure threshold had risen—shaking as hard as she could, she couldn't reach climax.
“Hngh... haa...”
Squatting like a dog waiting for its master, she wiggled only her ass, pistoning the dildo relentlessly.
“Hng... haah...!”
‘Am I exercising right now?’
Sweat poured off her, and her thighs burned like fire.
*Tremble.*
Finally, the signal of approaching orgasm.
“Ngh...”
It wouldn't match the ecstasy Master granted her, but it would at least relieve this pent-up heat. She tensed in anticipation.
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock.’
‘No. Don't cum.’
“Hngh...!?”
She couldn't cum. Master's command echoed in her head, dragging up that day's metronome and his order along with it.
*Squish.*
*Squish.*
“Hah... ngh...!!”
Frustrated by the orgasm that wouldn't come, she shook her ass even more violently.
*Tremble-tremble.*
‘Don't cum.’
“Haaah...!?”
She couldn't cum again. It was too much torment...
＊＊＊
“...”
“...”
“...”
Something was... heavy in the air. What was it?
Hye-won was quiet, and so was Ha-jin.
“Um... is something up with you two...?”
“Huh? Why?”
“...”
“No... it's just... you're all so quiet.”
Deep down, he felt a flicker of satisfaction. Lately, he'd hated how close Ha-jin and Hye-won had gotten, so no words exchanged over dinner made him pretty happy. The corner of his mouth twitched upward.
He glanced carefully at Hye-won. A shadow hung over her face as she ate silently. Her cheeks were faintly flushed.
“Hye-won... are you running a fever? You okay?”
“...No... I'm fine...”
“But your face is red...”
“Hoo...”
Her deep sigh. Her shoulders twitched, words failing her. Was she angry? Aroused? Her ambiguous expression stirred excitement in him.
*Slide.*
“Oppa...”
Her hot breath in his ear sent chills down his spine.
“Wha—? Uh... what's up...?”
“I... I can't hold back anymore...”
It was more whisper than needed—Ha-jin could probably hear.
*Pfft.*
Ha-jin laughed, clearly having heard.
“Ha-jin's right here...”
“Ah... something urgent came up. I'll head out first.”
His acting was like reading from a textbook. Still, his quick-witted brother vacated the seat promptly.
“...”
“...”
A brief silence.
“Shall we... go to the bedroom then...?”
He broke the quiet first, suggesting the bedroom as he stood.
*Slide.*
*Thud.*
*Drop.*
“...?”
A faint presence at the back of his head made him turn.
“...”
Hye-won stood naked, face flushed with erotic heat. The bright moonlight seemed to make her porcelain skin glow.
*Twitch.*
The confidence he'd lost to constant torment began to stir and harden.
“Oppa... take off your clothes. Right now.”
Her commanding tone and aura made him flinch a little.
He slowly stripped at her words.
*Whoosh.*
*Rip.*
“Faster...”
His sluggish pace irked her; she suddenly approached and yanked off his pants.
*Drop.*
“Ugh...”
Then she shoved him down hard.
Seeing his exposed lower half, a drop of pre-cum oozed out.
A shadow darkened it.
“Hoo... haa...”
Lewd fluids already trailed down her thighs, visible even in the dim light.
*Plunge.*
By the time he came to, his confidence was swallowed inside her.
Her inner walls were so scorching hot, he wondered if this was human body temperature. His confidence chipped away bit by bit.
“Eh...?”
A woman's voice mixed with confusion and irritation.
“Krrk...”
His pathetic struggle to hold out.
*Squish.*
*Squish.*
*Squish.*
The pleasure rising from his lower body barely let him endure as she shook violently atop him. Saliva drooled from her mouth, milk leaking from her breasts as she pistoned furiously.
‘...’
‘Milk...?’
Was milk really coming from Hye-won's breasts right now...?
*Squeeze.*
“Krk...!”
He tried to lift his torso to check, but sudden tightening pleasure flung his head back, collapsing him again.
“Wh-what... what is this...”
Dissatisfied, she kept slamming her hips, shouting in anger.
The violent grip and fierce squeeze crumbled his confidence; it surrendered pathetically, spurting pleasure.
*Spurt.*
“...”
“Ah... we didn't... use protection...”
Too late, he realized—no condom.
*Squish.*
*Squish.*
“Ugh...?! Hye-won...?”
“Why...”
Her head bowed, hips still grinding; shadows hid her face.
“Why...!”
But her voice carried a blade of disappointment: “What is this... it's too small...”
“Eh...?”
Disappointment's knife carved out his heart. His confidence deflated like a burst balloon.
“What is this... Oppa... more...! More...!”
She gripped his wilted, worthless thing and shook it desperately, or “Slurp... smack...” sucked it hard.
It felt too good. Her stimulation was incredible.
But he couldn't get hard. No strength came.
Her words of disappointment had killed his confidence dead.
“What... what is it...!”
*Slap.*
“Agh!”
Her hand struck the flaccid glans hard. A sharp sting followed the loud smack.
*Drip.*
From the sting, thin, dripping fluid—clear mixed with white—oozed out.
“...”
“...”
The strike had made him cum.
“Ha...!”
Her short snort of derision.
“Hoo...”
His rising excitement in response.
“...Pathetic...”
“Krrk...”
*Squirt.*
Her scornful gaze, full of genuine contempt for his pitiful self. With his confidence dead, depraved pleasure and guilt filled the void, making him cum miserably once more.
“...”
“...”
Silence. The living room was too quiet.
“I... I'll get going...”
Hye-won broke the quiet, looking down at him.
Her eyes held no love. Just one word: pathetic.
“Hoo... hoo...”
He hated himself for still being aroused by the sight.
＊＊＊
*Hiss.*
Herbal smoke wafted faintly from the bedroom.
She'd burned most of the incense Master gave her. This amount should keep him out till late morning.
Tomorrow was a holiday anyway.
“...Fuck...”
Looking at sleeping Ha-jun oppa, curses spilled out.
Was it all about his own pleasure? Shoot his load irresponsibly and done? And his dick was way smaller than Master's.
This was Master's twin? The same man?
*Ooze.*
Something sticky welled up from deep in her chest.
‘Love a guy like this?’
“...?”
Her heart sank. What thought was that?
Doubting their love just because he couldn't satisfy her lust?
“...Hoo...”
But he was still pathetic. She'd washed his cum out of her pussy, scared of getting pregnant. His first load was far less than Master's.
The slightly sticky, weak fluid draining into the sewer—it disgusted her.
“...Ha...!”
Absurdity brought a hollow laugh.
“Heehee...”
Pathetic. Truly worthless and inadequate man.
“...Still... I love you, oppa... Who else would love you if not me...? But this is your fault, okay? I love you.”
She lightly kissed sleeping Ha-jun oppa's forehead.
. . .
*Rumble.*
She walked the late-night streets. A cool breeze tinged her nose red.
“Even so, wasn't that too harsh on your brother?”
Hearing Master's voice warmed her chilled body against the wind.
“It's oppa's fault for cumming so pathetically first...”
“Mm... he must be home by now.”
“Yes...?”
*Screech.*
A car stopped in front of her.
“Get in. Not enough? I'll fill you up.”
*Flush.*
Heat flooded her face.
“But don't hang up—keep listening till you arrive?”
*Slide.*
*Click.*
“Yes...?”
She greeted the driver politely and got in.
“Tick-tock, tick-tock.”
“...Eh...?”
*Drip.*
Heat rose. Not just her face—her whole body this time.
“M-Master...? This is...”
“Tick-tock, tick-tock.”
Instead of answering, Master played the metronome over the phone.
*Tick. Tock.*
*Tick. Tock.*
The metronome from the phone tickled her brain through her ear, stoking the heat relentlessly.
“Hngh...”
Memories resurfaced. The metronome pounding her mind, the sensations of growing pleasure, Master's hands toying with her blissfully— all bloomed fresh with the sound.
“Hngh... haah...”
Whether from the memories or not, sitting alone in the seat, pleasure tingled every corner of her body. It felt like Master's touch.
*Slide.*
A strange man in the driver's seat—not Ha-jun oppa or Master, just some guy. And she wanted to masturbate pleasurably right in front of him.
What would he think seeing her? A slut?
“Ah? No masturbating.”
“Ngh...!?”
Master's command over the phone. Her fingers, heading between her legs, froze at her damp spot.
*Tick. Tock.*
*Tick. Tock.*
“Hnnngh...”
So frustrating, so agonizing. Pleasure licked her whole body, piling up without release— she couldn't even masturbate due to the order.
“Um... sir... could you hurry...?”
“Got it, ma'am.”
He didn't bat an eye at her state—probably one of Master's people.
*Screech.*
*Thud.*
“Hngh... th-thank you.”
“Hurry inside.”
“Yes...”
Sea breeze mixed with faint fishy dampness carried on the wind. The place the shop owner bought but belonged to Master. The hotel's lights dotted sporadically, but two floors were pitch black.
“Haa... hngh...”
Still listening to the phone's metronome, she rushed inside.
“Welcome. The boss is waiting.”
Guided by the lobby staff.
‘Ngh...!’
‘Kraaah...!’
‘A bit... more... please...!’
‘Hng... hng...’
Men's screams like death throes.
‘Haah... hnng...’
‘Feels... good...’
‘Ah... aaah...’
Women's sweet moans led her there.
She staggered to the door the staff pointed out.
*Slide.*
As she gripped the knob...
“Cum, you bitch.”
Master's command rang out.
“Eh...?”
*Bubble-bubble.*
Something boiled inside her.
*Hiss...*
*Squirt...*
“Eh... aaah...!?”
*Gush...*
*Splatter...*
“Hiiik...!”
Sudden intense pleasure crashed over her. Her untouched body pierced by ecstasy. A simple command over the phone made her cum so easily now.
*Tremble.*
Her body shook with refreshing release,
*Thud.*
and went limp, collapsing to the floor.
‘Heehee...’
‘Oh my...’
‘Teehee...’
Women's laughter echoed around her.
No shame or humiliation—just lost in the blissful afterglow, her vacant eyes fixed on the door.
*Creak.*
“Cumming and collapsing already?”
“...”
*Slide.*
“Ah...”
Master hoisted her up, carrying her inside. Draped over his shoulder, it was embarrassing, but his broad, manly back flushed her face again.
*Creak.*
“Ah...”
Women's gazes through the closing door. She knew that feeling—from the first time she saw the shop owner and Master fucking. Jealousy.
“Hee...”
She'd been chosen by Master. Superiority brought a smile.
“How about some special training today?”
*Jingle.*
“That's...”
The room was surprisingly spacious. Dim pink light bathed a large bed and various equipment. Master grinned, shaking a bell.