Martian has woken up. She must have fallen asleep without realising when. When she tried to raise her body, she felt sore and heavy all over.

She looked around. The room was in the same state it usually was when she fell asleep. The moon hung outside the window and the surroundings were quiet and still.

‘How long have I been asleep? No, when did I fall asleep?’

Tracing her memory, she leaned her back against the head of the bed. Several lamps were lit around the room, so it wasn’t completely dark.

‘I went too far.’

Martian let out a small sigh. She had only intended to give Ron some rest, but after hearing an unexpected answer, she had ended up pushing him relentlessly.

He had cried so much that she had feared his eyes were swollen shut. Still, she hadn’t been able to stop herself. Clicking her tongue at her former self, Martian looked around again.

Tools that should have been strewn everywhere were neatly tucked away. If she felt this exhausted herself, Ron must have been in no condition to even move – yet he had managed to tidy everything up. He even seemed to have wiped her body clean, for she didn’t feel sticky or uncomfortable.

‘It’s admirable that he managed to wipe me down in that state, but still…’

She furrowed her brow. Ron was rigid to the point of obsession. If he didn’t clean up properly, it would give her an excuse to scold him again, but there was no need for him to push himself so hard to get everything done.

Their relationship was the kind that could be deepened by scolding and rebuking. Sometimes it would be nice if he could just act spoilt or relaxed, expecting a scolding. But Ron could never behave like that.

Martian let out another sigh and swung her legs off the bed. It was too early to be awake, but she had spent too much time caught up in her earlier excitement. She had a lot of things to do.

As she moved her legs to the side of the bed, something caught her foot.

“Haah, honestly…”

Ron was curled up on the floor beside the bed. He must have collapsed there after cleaning up, completely exhausted, his n*ked body looking pitiful even under the lamplight.

Normally, unless she specifically told him to sleep next to her, Ron would return to his own room to sleep out of habit, almost like a conditioned reflex.

Yesterday he must not have had the strength to make it that far. Martian nudged his curled body with her foot.

He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up.

“Ron, get up.”

After a few more shakes – and just as Martian was starting to get a little irritated – his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyes blinked, unfocused, as if he couldn’t grasp the situation.

Then he hurriedly tried to pull himself up, only to grunt in pain and collapse again. It was as if he had no strength left in his limbs. With a sigh, Martian said.

“What are you doing on the floor? Get up on the bed.”

Ron’s face stiffened for a moment. She had meant for him to get on the bed and rest, but he seemed to have misunderstood her. His lips hesitated, then pressed tightly together.

Martian found that irritating. During the day, when she had pushed him hard, he had at least cried nicely – but now he was back to that. It was frustrating and annoying the way he kept swallowing everything without saying a word.

“If you have something to say, you should say it.”

“…”

“Ron, don’t make me annoyed.”

“I hesitated because… it was hard to bear. I thought… if you could just tie me up, it might be better… I was wrong, Master. I know it’s my burden to bear.”

He looked completely lost, tense to the point of trembling. He couldn’t even concentrate on the state he was in, only worried about displeasing his master. This kind of attitude made Martian even more upset.

Ron didn’t realise that his behaviour often provoked greater cruelty. Every time this obedient dog acted in such ignorant innocence, she found herself aroused.

How unfortunate.

If she hadn’t pushed him to his limits just before he fell asleep – or if she hadn’t had a mountain of work to do – she would have been tempted to indulge his misunderstanding. But she was one who had duties. She had inherited a title and, as a viscount, a territory to govern.

When she let out a sigh, Ron jumped. He tried to move quickly and climb onto the bed, but let out a painful groan and bent over. At first she thought it was just exhaustion, but even after a while he couldn’t straighten up properly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Martian frowned. Ron couldn’t answer easily, gasping for breath between deep moans. She sat up and reached out to feel his body, soon discovering something hardened between his b*ttocks – something dried and stuck.

The tip of a d*ldo.

It seemed they had forgotten to remove it after torturing him. Normally it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but in his current state, unable to control his body, it was dangerous. If he fell the wrong way, the thing inside him could puncture an internal organ.

“A real dog would at least whimper when it hurts…”

Martian suppressed her growing anger. After all, it was largely her own fault that she had forgotten. Not entirely her fault, of course – Ron also knew how serious something like this could be.

Martian had taught her dog thoroughly about basic dangers like this. So the reason Ron had put up with it must have been because she hadn’t explicitly told him otherwise. This stubbornness was both exhausting and infuriating.

“Ron, lie down and lift your thighs. Show me your hole.”

Ron wobbled but somehow managed to adjust his position. Martian fetched a bottle of lube and sprayed him generously. Everything was dried up inside and out and without lubrication it would have been difficult to remove. Only after she had soaked the area until it was slick did she reach into the hole and grab the d*ldo.

“Hnnngh, uhk! Ngh, hngh…”

As she grabbed the end and pulled, Ron’s body twisted slightly. His insides seemed so tense that they clung stubbornly to the d*ldo, making it harder to pull free.

“Relax, Ron.”

She slapped his bottom with her hand. Seizing the moment when his body loosened from the slap, she continued to carefully pull it out. The d*ldo was heavily ribbed, and each bulge made a soft pop as it slipped free. As the last part came out, the lubricant she had poured in came out with it, soaking his lower body.

“Now, get up onto the bed.”

At her command, Ron finally let go of the position he had been holding. His body sagged, shaking from the effort of holding on for so long.

His back, as$ and thighs were already covered in red marks and patches of dried saliva stained his stomach. Only his gr*in glistened with spilled lubricant, soaking his inner thighs.

His body, exhausted to the limit, looked unspeakably obscene. Martian struggled to control her emotions – no, her *rousal. It was completely inappropriate to the situation. Ron needed rest and she needed to get on with her work. She spoke again.

“Ron, get on the bed.”

Ron’s movements were painfully slow. Even lifting himself onto the bed seemed like a monumental effort. It would have been better if he had just covered himself with the blanket, but his sluggish crawling only made him look more lascivious.

His slow movements revealed the lubricant trickling between his thighs, glistening in the lamplight. Ron finally climbed onto the bed and instinctively raised his hips, collapsing forward into a prone position. Martian swallowed a sigh.

“That’s enough. Just rest.”

There was no point in trying to do anything more with a dog that looked about to pass out. As she turned away, she heard a soft thud behind her. Turning, she saw that Ron had collapsed in a pitiful heap on the bed.

What now?

Just as she thought that, Ron staggered clumsily towards her. He looked ready to roll off the bed at this rate, so Martian quickly approached.

Ron clutched desperately at the hem of her robe, then, startled by his own action, hesitated and pulled his hand back.

“I’m not quite awake yet… if you could just wait a little longer…”

Martian clicked his tongue at the nonsensical excuse. At the sharp tsk, Ron shut his mouth immediately.

The mere fact that she was displeased made him so nervous that he was visibly on edge. Martian gently stroked his cheek. At her reassuring touch, Ron hesitated, then tentatively leaned into her hand, still looking up to gauge her mood.

As she stroked his cheek a few more times, her palm became damp – it was tears. She paused, taken aback by her crying dog. Then Ron spoke in a low voice.

“Please don’t leave me.”

The words seemed to slip out unintentionally and he immediately stiffened in surprise at himself. His wide, panicked eyes fluttered, unable to make an excuse.

“Ron, you’re saying that again.”

At her words, Ron dropped his eyes in shame. Martian cupped his face and made him look up at her again. Tears fell from his wet eyes again.

He was remarkably good at withstanding physical pain, almost to a frustrating degree – but with emotions like this, he couldn’t hold back at all. This new side of her dog, something she’d only recently discovered, was both endearing and sometimes a little annoying.

“Stop crying, Ron.”

Ron bit his lip. She could hear him swallowing sobs through his ragged breaths. Touched by his effort to stop, she gently wiped away the tears running down his cheeks.

“What did I tell you?”

She asked, as if to confirm that he had properly understood the lesson she had drilled into him.

“That it was my duty to make sure I wasn’t abandoned…”

“That’s right. You must work to not be abandoned. Not whine and cling to your master like that.”

If he didn’t want to be abandoned, then he had to behave so that he wouldn’t be abandoned.

It was a rule not just for Ron, but for any dog who wanted to grovel at her feet. Martian had never promised any of them a future.

Ron was no different from any other dog.

Martian didn’t think about how this cold equality might make Ron feel even more miserable.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Her tone was too soft.

Ron squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to hold back his emotions.

Her hand gently stroked his face, pulling away strands of sweat-soaked hair that had stuck to his skin.

As if to tell him that if he didn’t overstep, if he just tried his best, he could be loved like this.

Soon Martian was pushing Ron’s shoulder back.

His limp body toppled over at the slight push and sank into the soft, warm bed.

She spoke to him.

“Get some rest. I put you on the bed to rest, not to think pointless thoughts.”