The Wolf of Wall Street and the Dog of the Depressed

Summary

I actually turned into a dog.

Not my childhood friend's dog, but his depressed little brother's dog.

The System said I have to lick him a hundred times to become human again.

"Lick where?" I asked.

The System blushed.

"Anywhere works."

My paw kneaded his creamy abs.

Hmm, premium dog food.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

Being looked at with concern by Lucas’s handsome face would make any woman melt.

The silent, gloomy heartthrob at school, calling me "baby" in private.

I like the contrast.

I licked and slurped at him like a starving ghost. His face turned completely red.