When Martian didn’t speak immediately, Huey blurted out:

“It wouldn’t be bad for you to have me around. I’d obey you like a faithful dog, and I look like the type you prefer, don’t I?”

“You’ve done some research on me, I see.”

“Just heard some rumours.”

Huey muttered, looking uncomfortable.

Martian laughed softly.She’d assumed he’d been investigating her – it was no surprise.

“Then you must know: I hate confining, possessive relationships. Being tied down is the last thing I want. That’s why I find your proposal so onerous.”

“And if I refuse you completely? What then?”

Huey fell silent, clearly considering whether to reveal his true intentions. It was obvious enough that Martian laughed again.

“You were going to pressure me, weren’t you? One way or another – whether by persuasion or threat.”

“I only wanted to help you, I thought maybe if I did, you’d see me a little differently…”

Hearing that, Martian let out a hollow laugh. So her unease had been right after all.

Happiness without a price was rare – and even rarer in her life. To see her laugh so bitterly made Huey feel uneasy.

“I mean, even if it wasn’t me, your estate was still a good fit for the survey. I just… made a suggestion.”

“There are at least five other estates in similar circumstances. You chose this one because you thought it would be easier to put pressure on me, didn’t you?”

“I had no intention of threatening your estate. But even if you had refused me, I would have found another way.”

“And here you are, trying to bulldoze your way through anyway.”

Huey fell silent again, realising that further argument would only make things worse.

“I’ve met someone real for the first time. You must understand that, given your own proclivities. When you meet the right person…you can’t just walk away.”

“So you want me to think about it? Even briefly? Even as a trial?”

Martian stood up.

Huey followed hurriedly, worried that she was about to leave -but she simply tilted her chin sharply, signalling for him to sit down again.

It was a command completely inappropriate to her social position – but Huey sat down anyway.

Martian approached him slowly.

“If you want to be a dog, you should know how to wait properly.

Not grovel like this.”

“But if I didn’t…if I didn’t say something…I thought I wouldn’t have another chance – ah…”

Martian pressed her foot firmly between his thighs.

“Hgh-ngh-“

His face instantly turned red with excitement. He tried to protest, but the words faded into breathy gasps.

Martian leaned more heavily on her foot. Soft, broken moans came from him as his hips jerked – his excitement shamelessly obvious. It was even more vulgar than she remembered.

“Ahn-I’m sorry, ngh, I-I tried to wait, but-“

He shook violently under her pressure. His body was already burning with desperate need. Martian slapped him lightly on the cheek.

“What if I say no? I have absolutely no reason to take you as my dog.”

“But-but I don’t want that- I’ll do anything, anything at all

even if it’s short-nngh, nghhh-!”

As Martian rubbed her foot against him, his inner thighs trembled violently. He even put one of his legs up on the sofa himself, spreading his legs indecently wide.

In this vulgar position, he kept repeating that he wanted to be her dog.

‘Even if I refuse him now, he’ll probably be a nuisance the whole time…’

Martian frowned.

Since Huey was officially connected to the investigation, there was no way to stop him from staying here.

She looked down at him again. His flushed face looked up at her, blurred with excitement and pleasure.

‘So it’s his first time.’

First experiences were always something special. Later one would realise that in the end they were all the same, but in the beginning it was easy to drown in endless illusions.

Martian decided to accept him, at least for now. If she had to put up with him for the next three months anyway, it would be better to go along with it.

She spoke.

“If you want it so badly, I’ll let you be my dog. Just for the duration of the survey.”

“Yes, thank you… ngh, yes, Master. I’ll be good, ngh, I’ll do everything you want, Master, haah…”

Martian moved her foot roughly against him. Despite the painful pressure, it grew harder and harder.

The combined assault of pain, stimulation and humiliation left Huey gasping and writhing.

Martian grabbed his hair and slapped him hard on the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed several times in quick succession.

“It’s not just about what you want. If you’re a dog, act like one. Your master should be the one having fun.”

“Ngh, yes… Master.”

He leaned over and rubbed his cheek against her leg, mimicking Ron’s usual affectionate behaviour.

Watching him, Martian was once again reminded of how different Huey was from Ron. He might have looked awkward and overwhelmed with excitement, but he had no hesitation in acting on his own. That was the biggest difference.

‘Well, there’s nothing wrong with having a partner around for a while.’

Rather than letting him stew in rejection and inflate his fantasies, it would be better to indulge him for a while and then break up later.

Of course, clean breakups weren’t always guaranteed. But Martian was confident that Huey would eventually want to go on his own.

He had no experience of real pain and suffering. She had no intention of showing him any consideration. She would do things the way she always had – and he wouldn’t even last three months.

As soon as things went from pleasure to pure cruelty, most “dogs” couldn’t stand it. Martian had made up her mind. Just as she was about to get up –

“Master, won’t you stay a little longer? It’s been so long…”

He put his arms around her. It was the first time anyone had held her so aggressively and fearlessly.

Martian let out a short, incredulous laugh.

‘Where to start teaching him?’

She grabbed his hair and yanked it back, forcing his head to tilt upwards. He grimaced as he looked up at her. She slapped his cheek lightly with her other hand.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to do something?”

He gasped and nodded.

“Yes.”

Martian forced his mouth open and pushed her fingers in, exploring his mouth. His throat immediately tightened. She pushed deeper, not caring that he was choking.

His throat tightened painfully around her fingers, making gurgling noises. It was an impressive sight. In contrast, his tongue was pathetic -licking awkwardly and without any skill.

‘Has he ever used his tongue properly?’

Martian thought as she pushed her fingers deeper into his throat.

“Ghk-huuh…”

When three of her fingers were buried inside, his throat spasmed violently with each breath.

Only when she finally pulled her hand out did Huey begin to cough and gasp. Martian grabbed his hair again, tilted his head up and wiped her saliva-soaked hand across his cheek.

“A dog who can’t even use his tongue properly…All you’re good for is getting hard.”

Now that the stimulation choking his throat was gone, only his shameful, throbbing *rection remained.

Huey bit his lip – not out of shame, but out of sheer frustration. He desperately wanted to touch himself. His hands hovered nervously over his thighs, trembling.

He had learned by now not to act without permission.

Martian spoke coldly.

“You must never come without permission. If you do, your tail will be beaten until your head splits. Understand?”

“Master, ngh, I really, really want to come… hngh…”

He begged for permission. She crushed his plea mercilessly.

“Wait.”

“B-But, ngh, I really can’t…!”

“Then prepare to have your c*ck beaten bloody. Or stop being a dog and get out. Pick one.”

At her merciless command, Huey lowered his head helplessly. He didn’t want to stop being her dog. But he really felt he was about to come.

He desperately tried to resist by recalling images of Martian’s other lovers – how they had cried and trembled. How they had wept and trembled at her cruelty. But instead of helping, it only made him more aroused. His body shook violently, unable to control it.

Meanwhile, Martian went to a drawer and pulled out a riding crop.

It was the same one she had brought to the Sevan estate.

She swung it once through the air, making a sharp crack that sounded intimidating even without touching him.

“You remember this, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes… Master.”

Tense and pale, Huey looked between Martian and the crop. He was frightened –

but at the same time so excited that he looked as if he were coming from fear alone.

As he whimpered and tried to maintain his posture, Martian struck him on the thigh with a sharp blow.

“Ahk!”

His face contorted in pain, flushing a deep red. The blow hurt far more than he had imagined. He fumbled at his trousers, clutching at the sting. It felt like his skin had been ripped open.

“Posture. Hands in the right place. You can do the basics, can’t you?”

When Martian lightly tapped the back of his hand, Huey let out a painful moan and quickly pulled his hands back.

A long moan escaped his lips.His eyes were fixed on the riding crop. Unlike before, his face was now filled with fear. Even a body aroused by cruelty still felt the pain at the moment of impact.

It was rare that pain itself became pleasure. Usually people enjoyed the sensations that followed the pain, or were aroused by the situation of being abused.

Enduring the immediate pain without resistance was never an easy task. Pain was pain, and there were always parts of it that had to be endured. Huey Sebloard had never experienced anything like it.

Martian pressed the end of the riding crop firmly between his legs.

Despite the painful lashing, he was still fully *rect. No, he seemed even stiffer than before.

She opened her mouth.

“Do you remember what I told you? What I said at Dalbamga?”

Huey tried to answer, but jerked as the crop entered his chest.

The riding crop then began to move down his torso, as if feeling him out.

Tap, tap, tap –

The light taps left no doubt as to their meaning: a beating was coming.

Soaked with fear and tension, Huey looked up at Martian.

Getting whipped on the thighs had hurt terribly— but after the pain faded, the lingering sensation strangely felt like *rousal. He couldn’t tell whether he wanted it or feared it. He whimpered, panting heavily.

‘Am I going to be hit again?’

He liked it. But it hurt so much.

As he looked up at Martian with tearful eyes, suddenly her hand gently stroked his hair.

The soft caress startled him.