How to Live as the Dog of an S-Class Hunter

What I wanted wasn’t anything special. Just enough money to not starve, a warm home so I wouldn’t have to dig through clothing donation bins because of the cold, a caregiver who would treat me kindly – I only wanted the things others enjoy as ordinary. But then…. [You raised your head and looked at the notification window that appeared before your eyes. Unbelievably, it was adorning the air with semi-transparent, luminous letters. Just like narration in a comic book!] What is this narrator saying? Wait a second. Narrator? *** “Why doesn’t our dog ever listen?” I glared at Hong Yeon-hu and said in exasperation. “What do you mean it doesn’t listen? It’s about to break its head trying to listen to and follow everything you say.” “Not that.” The pure white snake opened its mouth and spoke in an alluring voice with its pitch-black tongue. “I told you I want to see you whimpering.” “You want to see me whimpering?” “Yes….” Without a word, I raised two fingers and jabbed them into my eyes. As I felt a stinging pain, tears welled up. In an instant, my wet eyes turned red and tears began to fall. Hong Yeon-hu muttered under his breath. “Son of a b*tch….”