Now there’s an idea.
“Put me in your trunks,” you decreed.
After taking a moment to process your words, Kamui responded, “My hero, this swimsuit does not have pockets...”
Gods bless him. The wolf was one of the most competent people you knew, but when it came to sexual matters, he was hopeless.
“That’s not what I meant,” you teased.
It took him a second, but eventually he got the hint. You could picture in your head the blush on the silver wolf’s face.
Shakily, he replied, “M-my hero, is... is that really such a good idea?”
A rational response. However, you would not be deterred.
“Kamui, your trunks are so tight that no water can get in,” you explained. “As long as you don’t mess around with them, I’ll be fine!”
Understandably, the wolf had his doubts. “But you won’t have enough air,” he retaliated. “If you were to die in such an embarrassing fashion, I would never forgive myself!”
“I’m only a few millimeters tall! I’ll have more than enough air, believe me,” you said to try and assure him.
“But my hero, I-”
It was time to be strict.
“That is an order, Kamui,” you barked. “You will put me in there, then go on a nice, long swim. Do I make myself clear?”
When you first awoke in this world, you had no memories of your past self. After meeting Moritaka, Shiro explained how, on this Earth, dogs were the result of humans domesticating wolves. It took some time, but humans were able to mold the canines in whichever manner they saw fit.
Since gaining Kamui’s servitude, you wondered... couldn’t I do the same?
As it turns out, yes.
The wolf gave himself to you in both mind and body. He intended to be your faithful companion, to fight for you through thick and thin... however, you wanted something more than that. His physique was good for a scrap, sure, but it could be used for so many different, better means.
Kamui’s love for you was originally more of an unrequited one, but with the proper training, you successfully domesticate the wolf and perverted him to your liking. Once a teacher of heroes, you were able to take such a noble, valiant soul... and got him to start thinking with his dick.
And you were the only one it would listen to. That meant you held all the cards. You were the one in control.
You were the master, and Kamui was your dog. Your filthy, filthy dog.
Because of that, you knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Yes, master.”
Such a good boy.
Compliantly, he asked, “Where would you like to enter?”
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