The True Mastermind

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