Chapter 89: Dogs Have Tails [R-18]

“Go on, open the rest.”

That was all Rio said.

A single phrase that felt less like a command and more like permission. But that one line made Seojin’s entire body freeze.

Seojin hesitated, clutching the shopping bag to her chest with both hands. She already knew what was hidden beneath the items she had already seen.

“Ah…”

Taking a breath, she peeled back another layer of Rio’s “affectionate” gift. One by one, the items in the box revealed themselves.

As they clattered against each other, Seojin couldn’t bring herself to look up and see his reaction. She had never encountered such things in her life, but she could feel his gaze prickling the back of her neck.

A vibrator with several packaged tips, a collar thicker than a belt, a thin whip that looked like it belonged on a horse, a glossy dildo, and a ball gag.

And… a chastity belt.

Each item was too obscene to even touch, too explicit to name.

“…”

“Well now. What should we play with today?”

His eyes were smiling, but beneath them lay the true heart of a ruler who permitted nothing but absolute obedience.

Seojin’s breathing grew shallow. A nameless throbbing, somewhere between anticipation and anxiety, enveloped her entire body.

“If it’s too hard for you to choose, I’ll choose for you.”

Everything in the box seemed to be gaping at her. But from among them all, he picked up the U-shaped chastity belt, its keyhole and metal buckle clinking softly.

Watching it dangle between Rio’s thumb and forefinger, Seojin reflexively shook her head.

“…I’ll, I’ll choose. Mm…”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

It was too embarrassing to say their names out loud. But the chastity belt… no. That was something she truly couldn’t bear right now.

Seojin reached into the shopping bag again as if fumbling for something. The lightest thing, right on top.

It would make a blowjob impossible, but it seemed like the most tolerable option. She grabbed the red ball gag and hurriedly held it out to Rio.

“…This one. Let’s… use this one.”

Her voice was a whisper, lower than her usual tone, and her cheeks were already burning red.

Rio feigned disappointment, acting as if his own choice would have been better, but he soon smiled. It was the smile of a man who knew perfectly well that this was the “freedom” Seojin had chosen—which was, in the end, just another form of submission he had forced upon her.

“Mm. Fine.”

He took the gag, fiddled with the leather strap for a moment, and then fastened it on her.

The ball in the center was hard plastic. A round, smooth sensation rested on the front of her tongue. Leather straps pulled from both sides, tightening at the back of her head.

She couldn’t close her jaw; only muffled breaths escaped her open mouth.

“Ngh…”

Seojin subconsciously tried to form words, but while sounds came out, the mangled syllables were blocked by the round ball, unable to go anywhere.

What’s more, the more she moved her mouth, the more saliva pooled.

Every time the leather strap pressing on her neck shifted, it stimulated her salivary glands with a tingling sensation, and the moisture gathering beneath her chin increased.

“Haha, your jaw might start to hurt if you keep trying to talk.”

“Hnngh…!”

Seojin tried to hold it back, but finally, a trail of saliva trickled down her chin. Startled, Seojin cupped a hand under her chin, but he said nothing.

Rio paused his hand as if considering something. Then, with relative gentleness, he brought his hand to her waist.

“I should probably take this off.”

Before he even finished speaking, the hem of her T-shirt was slowly being lifted. With her mouth gagged, Seojin inhaled a shallow breath.

“Nngh…”

As his fingertips brushed over her stomach and his palm reached her solar plexus, a shiver ran down Seojin’s spine.

Rio smiled. “And to wipe up that drool.”

Holding the shirt with one hand, he used the fabric to dab at Seojin’s chin. He wiped away the string of saliva with the white cloth, not caring that it got wet, and continued all the way up to her nape.

Under this guise of tenderness, Rio pulled the T-shirt all the way up. Seojin, who had awkwardly raised her arms, found her upper body naturally pulled along with the movement.

As the white fabric passed over her head, tangling in her long hair, she was left standing before him, stripped to the waist with the ball gag in her mouth.

“…Mmm…”

The round ball silencing her mouth, the saliva dripping from her chin, and her swollen nipples, which she tried to hide with her arms.

Her breasts were too full to be properly hidden by her hands, and with every movement, his gaze followed her body. Seojin, with nowhere to put herself, squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head.

Being unable to speak made it even worse.

More saliva trickled down.

A long, thin, transparent thread of it ran down from under her chin, about to drip from the tip—

“You’re drooling again.”

Rio sat leisurely on the armrest of the sofa and leaned the shopping bag against his back.

He crossed his legs, leaned his body forward, and beckoned her closer with a flick of his finger.

At his words, Seojin lifted her head and hesitantly approached him. Her mouth was still gagged. The saliva running from her chin now followed the line of the gag and dripped down her neck.

Rio looked at her and slowly lifted her chin with his fingers.

“Good. This is lewd enough.”

He licked the saliva running from the corner of her mouth with his own lips.

“…Ngh.”

Seojin’s shoulders flinched slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she slowly tilted her chin toward his lips.

Rio followed the trail of saliva, tracing her jawline before sucking on the red ball that covered her lips.

Her warmth on the ball, the pooled saliva, and the feeling of a hungry kiss that couldn’t be given.

“Sluurp…”

Rio’s lips slid along the round plastic.

With her eyes half-closed, Seojin desperately leaned forward, wanting to kiss him from a distance she couldn’t bridge, even with her mouth open.

“Mmh… mmh…”

It was frustrating. Her swelling breasts, the space between her legs, her gagged mouth—everything ached with desperation.

But the ball still filled her mouth, and Rio only kissed the blocked opening, never freeing her.

And yet, Seojin believed this was a kiss, too, and tried to mingle her breath with his. After sucking away the saliva pooled around her lips, Rio licked the corner of his own mouth and smiled.

“If I took this off… I feel like you’d bite down and never let go.”

Seojin was already rubbing her cunt against his crossed knee. Rio seemed to find this charming enough, letting out a short laugh.

“Haaah…”

Just the feeling of his body against her cunt was enough to make Seojin’s eyes roll back in her head. Her shallow breaths escaped her open mouth, sliding down his thigh, and her bare torso trembled minutely.

Watching her masturbate against his leg as if she’d fallen in love with it, her expression ecstatic as she bucked her hips and pressed herself deeper, Rio quietly picked something else from the shopping bag.

The familiar curve of it fit into his hand, making a soft rustling sound with every movement.

With one hand, he slowly caressed Seojin’s soft ass. He stroked her familiarly along its curve, then lightly pressed his index finger against her most sensitive slit.

“…Ngh…!”

A short breath escaped her gagged mouth at the unexpected touch. It was the reaction he wanted.

With his other hand, Rio held up the string of transparent beads he’d been holding and turned them sideways.

“Lift up for a second.”

He laughed softly, first letting the fluffy tail brush against her for a soft sensation, then pressed the first hard bead against her inner thigh.

“…Ngh…”

The hard texture. And the coldness. The unfamiliar sensation made Seojin flinch and lift her hips.

“Don’t be tense. It’s something good.”

With those words, Rio twisted his wrist, rolling the beads horizontally and gently across her cunt.

The first bead, a different size, brushed beneath her clit, and the second slid down as if tracing her wet folds.

Each and every bead became coated in Seojin’s slick.

“Ngh… mmh…”

Her mouth was still gagged, unable to make a sound or form a word, but her hips were bucking more and more intensely.

Rio guided the beads along the line of her slit, slowly soaking the entire string.

Each time the smooth curve rubbed against her, Seojin rocked her body on his knee. The gag held her mouth open, and drool streamed down her chin, dripping onto her chest.

Once the string of beads was nestled between the lips of her cunt, Rio slowly guided her hips downward.

Click— The first bead was pressed between his leg and her core, wedged between her thighs.

“Hoo…!”

A small gasp burst out. He hadn’t inserted the string of beads, but her body mistook the hard foreign object for penetration.

Sitting on his thigh, Seojin steadied herself with trembling hands on his knee and slowly rolled her hips. With every movement, the beads brushed against her clit, gathering more of her slick.

He continued to slowly drag the beads back and forth along her swollen cunt.

“Oof… nnngh…”

A moan, unable to escape past the gag, rumbled in her throat and leaked out. Rio rolled them, one bead at a time, along her core.

Her body hitched slightly each time the beads slid back and forth over the surface of her slit.

“…Nngh-oop…!”

Riding the beads on his leg, Seojin gripped Rio’s shoulders, trying to still her hips.

Slap… slap… slap…

Wet sounds. As her soaked core began to find a rhythm against the hard beads, the sound of friction filled the room as if soaking the very air.

Rio shook the string connected to the beads. A transparent string of her fluid stretched from her cunt, dripping onto his thigh where there were no beads.

“But you know,” Rio whispered lowly.

Seojin, wondering what he was about to say while her fluid continued to coat the beads and dirty his thigh, trembled but managed a small, questioning sound.

“Ngh…?”

“You saw it earlier, so you should know…”

He slowly wrapped his arms around Seojin’s waist. Then, with a single pull, he smoothly withdrew the string of beads he’d been rubbing against her.

“This… goes in here.”

Rio then brought the beads to her back door. The first round bead slowly disappeared inside her, in time with her breath.

“Huuuuungh…!”

A suppressed, scream-like breath burst from her gagged mouth. An unvocalized moan, a trembling that rose like a mumble.

Seojin threw her arms around Rio’s shoulders, hugging him tightly. On his lap, she instinctively felt a different sensation filling her—not in her cunt, but in the back.

“You went to all that trouble getting it wet,” he said curtly.

As the last bead settled inside her, a single, cute, white fluffy tail dangled from her rear, swaying gently.

Rio watched the tail sway and smiled.

“Now you finally look a little more like my dog.”

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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