I received an order to feed someone's dogs at home. But when I opened the door, what greeted me wasn't a hungry pet—it was the campus belle herself. She stuck out her tongue, a glint of metal from her tongue piercing catching the light, and said, "I'm starving…"

My name was Percy Wittington. I was a part-time dog feeder and trainer, as well as a senior at my college.

I often posted dog-sitting and training services on the college forum, mainly for pet owners who couldn't bring their dogs home during winter and summer breaks.

Today, I received an anonymous order.

[Garden Community, Unit 1302. Please feed the dog tonight at 8 PM. Door lock password: 658732.]

[No problem. That'll be 30 dollars per service,] I quickly replied, and the payment hit my account almost instantly.

At exactly 8 PM, I arrived at the address. The room was completely dark, and I didn't hear any dogs barking.

"Buddy, I'm here to feed you," I called out gently, flipping on the lights.

What I saw next took my breath away.

On a small cushion in the middle of the room kneeled a girl with her head lowered. She wore a headband with dog ears and a bell collar around her neck. Her round bosom strained against a strapless top, the soft curves threatening to spill out. Long, elegant legs stretched beneath a leopard-print stocking, barely concealed by an impossibly short skirt. In her hand, she held a leash.

When she finally looked up, I froze.

It was Laura Hicks—the campus belle.

Her innocent, doll-like face gazed straight at me.

"Laura, wh-what are you wearing? Where's the dog?"

Her appearance was such a complete contrast to her usual image that I felt a strange unease crawl over me.

"Right," she purred, her voice soft and sweet. "You're finally here. Puppy's starving…"

I hastily pulled out the bag of dog food I had brought.

"Where is it? I'll feed it right now."

But Laura only wiggled her hips and stared at me with shimmering eyes.

"Master, what are you waiting for? Hurry up…"

"What?!"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. I thought she was just cosplaying, but she really seemed to think she was a dog!

Still crouching on the floor, she spread her knees apart and held out the leash toward me.

"I'm hungry. Feed me. Or I won't be so nice… I'll leave a bad review."

I had no idea how to respond to this kind of situation. My curiosity flared unexpectedly.

"Here, take it."

I placed the food in front of her, and she immediately stuck out her tongue, her shiny tongue piercing sending ripples of unease through my chest.

"Throw it on the floor," she said softly. "Scatter it around a little."

I didn't argue. She seemed to be really into it, and who was I to judge someone's quirks? I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground.

Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine.

The whole scene made my blood rush hot.

I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes.

"Master, I want more…"

Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this?

"Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

I watched her crawl around, collecting food with her mouth. The way her body twisted and moved left me on edge. Her leopard-print stockings and her delicate curves tugged at something deep in me.

After about ten minutes, she finally sat up, satisfied, and looked my way.

"You did a good job feeding me today. Now, let me return the favor."

Before I could react, Laura turned her back to me. She lifted the edge of her tiny skirt… and revealed that she was wearing nothing underneath.

I swallowed hard, my breathing quickening…

"Wh-what are you…"

It was clear that she wanted me to do naughty things to her.

But just as she was about to come closer, I hesitated!

"N-never mind. I'll leave first."

I ran back home, lying on my bed, but I couldn't help but feel regretful.

A woman like her, offering herself so willingly, and I had backed out!

If I had acted with more confidence then, I could have enjoyed it to the fullest.

"Sigh, I missed my chance. What a dumb decision."

What I didn't expect, though, was that the very next day, at the same time, she sent me another message.

[The price is five times what it was before. You'll need to feed and train the dog tonight at 8 PM, Garden Community, Building 13. I'll see you at the emergency exit.]

[Got it.]

I read the message, my hands trembling with excitement. Yesterday, I had lacked the courage, but today, I was determined to show her what it truly meant to be a man!

I arrived at the designated spot on time and saw three figures kneeling there.

"Whoa!"

I gasped, feeling a surge of adrenaline. Tonight was going to be different—I was going to take full control!

Each of the three women had a different accessory on their heads, signaling their roles. Laura's was pink. The other two wore green and blue, their faces concealed by masks.

But I could tell for sure that they were all beautiful.

Their figures were undeniably impressive, and their faces must have been just as stunning.

The three of them were dressed in various outfits, each more alluring than the last—black stockings, cow print, and leopard patterns.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

When they saw me, they handed me the leashes with a sense of obedience.

"Master, here's how it goes. After we go home, we'll eat, and we'll go through the training. They're all my companions," Laura explained.

I took the leashes, nodding.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything."

As they turned, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Their skirts were incredibly short, and I could clearly see how they were styled.

The sight before me was overwhelming, and my hands trembled as I struggled to keep my composure.

As they climbed higher up, I swallowed hard.

Since I was supposed to be the one in charge, it felt like we were in a perfect setting for the evening. It would be exciting to do it with three women here on the dark staircase.

Even with just one of them, I could have had a lifetime of pleasure.

The temptation was irresistible.

But when the time came to act, I hesitated. I was still feeling shy in public.

I held the leashes, quickly making my way to the thirteenth floor.

I thought they would enter the apartment, but Laura led us to a corner.

She lifted her leg, confidently asserting her presence as if marking her territory.

I stood in awe, wanting to take immediate action, but Laura was already at the door, giving me a shy yet playful look.

"Master, don't let go of the leashes."

Once inside, the three of them scattered in different directions.

I noticed that in each corner, an iron bowl was placed carefully.

"Um… enjoy your meal," I said, quickly adjusting the placement. It seemed the bowls were strategically placed; I didn't stand in the middle, holding the leashes, one of them might not be able to reach their food.

It made me wonder who had planned all of this. The setup was too well-thought-out.

They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained.

They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort.

Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived.

And today, I was ready...

"Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks."

"Okay."

Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied.

Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

I carefully removed the mask of the girl with the green headband and revealed her delicate face.

"Wait… Camilla?"

Camilla Munson was another well-known beauty from our college.

Right then, I wondered if the third girl was a campus belle as well.

A wave of heat rushed through me, and I knew the night's fun was just beginning.

I quickly took off the mask of the third girl, but my heart skipped a beat in shock.

"Ms. Elledge, how could it be you?!"