The servant looked slightly puzzled at these words.

It was rare for Ron to be away from her side, but even rarer for him to miss dinner.

Still, it wasn’t something for a servant to question, so the servant left without comment.

The room quickly fell silent.

Martian tasted the wine that had been brought with the meal and then picked up a piece of roasted meat.

The meat was incredibly tender and the rich juices coated her tongue.

She ate at a leisurely pace, pressing her foot against the crumpled body under the desk.

A soft moan escaped from Ron, who was desperately trying to keep quiet.

“Hngh… mmph… huuh… mistress…”

Hearing his pleading voice, Martian let out a short laugh.

The servant who had just entered the room would not have realised how desperately this silence had been maintained while the food was being set out.

Meanwhile, Martian had been persistently pressing and rubbing Ron’s chastity device with her foot. But he hadn’t made a sound.

Chewing on her meat, Martian finally spoke.

“Why are you calling me now? You held out so well before. Can’t you take it anymore?”

“Hngh… mmph… Mistress, huh, Mistress.”

The way he kept calling her ‘Mistress’ showed that he really was nearing his limit.

Ron was a stubborn and uptight type, and unless he was really desperate, he would usually address her as “My Lady”.

His ragged breaths and pleading voice were music to her ears.

“I… ugh… I can’t, huuh, ugh, mistress, please, hngh… huu…”

Ron begged.

Too much time had passed with him crammed under the desk, legs spread.

The sensation of being trampled and rubbed against aroused him, but because of the chastity device that cruelly confined him, he couldn’t fully release himself.

*rousal, pain, *rousal again – the endless cycle of sensations made it increasingly unbearable.

He had to hold his breath to keep from moaning.

Ron was the type who found it hard to endure being exposed.

So he had tried desperately to hide his presence the whole time the servant was in the room.

Martian knew he was a dog who was easily embarrassed and overly concerned with modesty, but that didn’t mean she was inclined to show him any mercy.

“I told you it was punishment for being late. If I go easy just because you begged, how would that be punishment?”

Even though she knew that Ron only begged when he really had held out as long as he could, she rejected his pleas without the slightest hesitation.

After all, the happier she was, the more ruthless she became.

Martian moved her foot again, pressing down hard on the chastity device, causing Ron’s body to shake.

“Hnnngh, hngh-“

His moans spilled out uncontrollably.

“My work isn’t even finished. And you dare to misbehave…”

Clicking her tongue, she ran her foot over Ron’s body.

His stiffened n*pples, hardened with excitement, brushed against her foot.

She pressed and rubbed them with the sole of her foot, then scratched lightly with her toes.

There was a faint crackling sound.

His moans were now almost indistinguishable from sobs.

Had he not been wearing the chastity device, the space under the desk would have been soaked with his release.

“Mistress, huuh, huu, please…”

At that moment, the door to the study suddenly burst open.

Startled, Ron gasped sharply.

Martian frowned as she turned to see who had burst in.

It was a former partner – someone she had once treated like a dog.

Since he had been brought into the mansion and used many times before, the lower servants hadn’t thought to stop him.

The man, who seemed to have run all the way up, was panting heavily.

“Huff… huff… Martian. Why… why are you avoiding me? Why are you suddenly leaving me like this…?”

The man was the second son of a noble family, with no chance of inheriting a title. His looks weren’t bad, but he was approaching the age when his marriage prospects would begin to fade. He desperately needed to find a noblewoman with a title.

But even though Martian had maintained a partnership with him, she had never once considered marrying him, and after telling him their relationship was over, she had never sought him out again.

Frowning, she stood up.

“I’m pretty sure I told you it was over, didn’t I?”

“I… I just can’t accept it…”

“Accept it?”

She let out a short laugh, more in disbelief than amusement.

The kind of s*xual proclivities she had – those that involved dominating and abusing someone – could only be fulfilled with a suitable partner.

She needed someone who enjoyed being abused and dominated.

In the capital, people with similar tastes often formed fairly large groups, but in a remote region like this, this was impossible.

Partners were usually introduced through the largest brothel in the area, the Moonlight House.

This man had been one of the partners Martian had been introduced to there.

“What’s not to accept? After stalking me and prying into my private life like that, you should know by now. I despise that sort of thing.”

“I… it’s just that… you haven’t seen me very often and I… I just wanted to be with you, Mistress…”

Martian grimaced openly.

It was ridiculous that someone she had only met as a partner in bed was prying into her private life and stalking her.

His excuse was absolutely pathetic.

She clicked her tongue lightly.

“Mistress, my foot. You just needed someone to torment to your liking.There’s nothing more to say. Get out. Our relationship ended long ago.”

“B-but you liked it too! You enjoyed it – you liked torturing people!

And now you’re acting like it’s all my fault!”

The man’s face turned red as he could no longer control his emotions.

Seeing his ragged breathing, Martian made no attempt to hide her boredom.

She leaned against the desk and let out a sigh of irritation, causing the man’s face to twist in anger.

Suddenly he lunged at her.

How predictable.

She simply twisted her body to the side to avoid him, grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the desk.

With a loud bang, a scream ripped through the room.

Gripping his hair tightly, she slammed his head into the desk several more times.

“Aagh!”

“Shut up.”

The banging continued.

Though she didn’t like it – it wasn’t like the training or discipline she enjoyed – there was nothing she could do about it.

Sometimes you had to beat a mad dog into submission.

She had entertained him because the bruises on his pale, delicate skin had been pleasing to the eye, but he had clearly become far too soft for that.

That he would be so stupid as to charge at her with such sluggish reflexes, with no sense of reality whatsoever, was ridiculous.

Even after being hit several times on the head, he was still staggering and shouting obscenities at her.

“You think you’re important? You’re nothing but a washed-up b*tch rotting away in the middle of nowhere because you can’t even get married – Aagh!”

Martian kicked him mercilessly between the legs.

The man collapsed, gasping for breath.

It’s always the most worthless ones with the biggest mouths.

He tried to scream, though he couldn’t even get up.

“D-don’t think I’m going to let this go!”

“And what are you going to do about it, huh? Someone like you?”

She sneered and continued.

“If you’re just a second son, clinging to your family without a title of your own, you should know your place. My rank is equal to your father’s – who exactly do you think you’re threatening?”

Without hesitation, she grabbed his hair and dragged him to the door.

The pain of his hair being ripped out caused the man to crawl desperately after her hand.

As soon as she let go, he collapsed to the floor, clutching his head.

“I said get out. Are you not going to move?”

She immediately kicked him in the side and thigh.

Like driving out a pig, she kicked him hard, making him scream.

“Aagh!! Stop, ugh! It hurts! I said it hurts!”

“You should have left quietly when I told you to. Get out.”

“Aaagh! Please, huagh! I said stop!”

“What, stop? After you came here burning with lust? Know your place, you worthless dog!”

“Y-you sl*t! You’re just a wh*re from Moonlight House! Everyone calls you that behind your back -“

Martian grabbed him by the hair again and slapped him hard across the face.

The man let out a loud, piercing scream.

She shook her hair roughly, as if throwing away something filthy.

“How dare you say ‘wh*re’ in front of me? You really are a stupid bastard. Insulting my honour is the same as insulting the honour of my family. My title was granted under the authority of His Majesty the Emperor. You think such a thing is a joke?”

“I-it’s not just me! Everyone says it! It’s not like I’m the only one!”

“The problem is that you said it, right in front of me. You have insulted another noble house – you must have your father come and apologise in person.”

As was typical of nobles who leeched off their families, the man made a point of keeping his father’s favour.

Considering that both his father and Martian were Viscounts of the Eastern Territories, his behaviour was absurd.

The man shouted, asking if she really had to go that far, but soon became deflated and began to beg, pleading with her not to tell his father.

Frowning in disgust, Martian kicked him again.

“You should have thought of that before you pulled that stunt.”

Although more than a hundred years had passed since the law had been changed to allow women to inherit titles equally, there were still many who looked down on women.

This attitude had undoubtedly been passed down from his parents and grandparents.

It was ironic that someone who had been brought up with such an attitude would want to be dominated by a woman.

No, it wasn’t even irony.

Men like him didn’t really want to be dominated – they wanted to be dominated on their own terms, the way they wanted to be dominated.

Frankly, there were far too many of his kind in these circles.

Stamping on his writhing body again.

“Get out. Save your pathetic excuses for your father.”