The kindness woven into her cruel game was unexpectedly sweet.

Instinctively, he leaned into her touch, hoping for an affectionate nuzzle. But then her hand pulled away.

“Your answer is late.”

Only then did Huey remember that she had asked him a question. The situation had been so overwhelming that he had completely forgotten. Between the tension, the fear and the perverse excitement – he had forgotten. He hesitated, then opened his mouth.

“Ah, I…”

“It’s too late now.”

She didn’t even bother to listen to his excuse -just smiled at him. A smile eerily similar to the way her hand had moved over his body earlier. It was a smile that hinted at abuse.

Huey swallowed hard. His body, ready to be broken, trembled. This was only the second time in his life that he had found himself in a situation like this. The first had been that night on Dalbamga.

Martian showed no mercy. She cared only for her own desires, and had no patience for a “dog” who couldn’t keep up. She raised the riding crop and tapped the top button of his clothes.

“If you’ve made a mistake, you should expect to be punished first. Remove everything from your torso.”

A cold, merciless master – Just as he had wished and hoped.

Huey obediently removed his shirt. His n*ked torso was as immaculate as she remembered – firm muscles, a broad chest, a naturally elegant and upright build.

‘A purebred hound.’

Martian thought again, remembering her first impression at the Sevan estate. Now this prized hound was kneeling at her feet.

Its appearance was so exactly her type that it made her acutely aware of herself. Despite all the excuses she had made, hadn’t she accepted Huey because she couldn’t throw away such a beautiful body?

She had lived according to her desires, yes -but she had never surrendered to them.

Martian exhaled inwardly.

Just then, Huey lifted his head and looked into her eyes. His face was tense – but more than that, it was full of eager anticipation.

Martian found it irritating.

A mere dog daring to show open pleasure. She tapped his n*pple lightly with the end of the riding crop.

“Your n*pples are quite large. Have you ever done anything to them?”

Huey’s face flushed with confusion at her words. He had expected a beating, but not this – and worse. Martian seemed to be seriously waiting for an answer.

He hesitated too long. Martian no longer considered him worth talking to.

She swung the riding crop. The rounded end hit his n*pple directly.

“Huuk!”

The pain was much sharper than he had expected, stabbing deep into the sensitive flesh. Even his well-trained body couldn’t easily withstand such a blow. It was on a whole other level than the whips on his thighs.

“Hh, haah…”

He gasped, instinctively clutching his chest and doubling over. Seeing him squatting like that, Martian grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. His face was contorted in pain.

“I never told you to move. Keep your posture straight.”

“I-It hurts too much… ngh…”

Martian let out a dry laugh, finding his excuse ridiculous. Then she slapped him hard on the cheek.

“No matter if it’s your first time—you should at least know the basics. If you can’t even hold your breath, then what good are you? If you can’t act like a proper dog, I’ll throw you out right now. I don’t have the patience to waste on something so useless.”

“No! Please, no, no! I don’t want that, Master!”

Huey shook his head desperately, spitting out words in a hurry.

‘If I can’t behave like a proper dog…’

That was far too subjective a standard. It sounded like a convenient excuse for Martian to leave him whenever she wanted. He couldn’t spend the three months he’d finally managed to secure living in such constant fear.

“I’m sorry, Master. Please don’t do this. I’ll keep my posture correct, Master.”

Of course, Huey knew that his behaviour just now definitely fell under the heading of ‘not behaving like a proper dog’. Even if he had managed to be polite at the end, he had basically shouted at her without any formality at the beginning.

Watching her closely for any sign of anger, Huey crawled closer to her. Martian left the unruly dog to his own devices, half out of curiosity to see how far he would go.

He leaned forward and pressed his cheek against her thigh right where he had just been slapped.

“Master, I’ll take whatever punishment you want. Just don’t throw me away for something so small. We don’t have much time left for the investigation…”

“And yet you only say what you don’t want to say. What’s this about being ready to accept punishment?”

Martian grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back. Although he was a disobedient dog, he didn’t resist her direct commands or gestures. It was only his words and attitude that lacked the proper submission.

She clicked her tongue sharply to shut him up. The dog’s expression was one of resentment. He looked as if he didn’t even understand what he was doing wrong.

Martian pressed the end of the riding crop to his chest. The dissatisfied look in his eyes faltered -he clearly realised he was about to be beaten again.

“Hands behind your back and keep still.”

“Ma-Master, ngh-!”

Before he could finish, the whip struck across his chest. When the broad sh*ft hit, it stung sharply; When the tip struck, it left a deeper, heavier pain.

There were many types of pain and they varied in intensity. The sharp, stinging pain was stimulating, but also overwhelmingly intense.

Gradually, the hands he had clasped behind his back began to loosen.

“Nggh, Ma-Master, ngh-! It hurts, it hurts, Master, nghhh…!”

His upper body began to sag forward. His moans turned to choked sobs.

There had been no indication of how long he would have to endure, no limit set. Each new lash darkened the bruises on his chest. His skin was quickly becoming a chaotic mess of marks. Still, he couldn’t fight back or protest.

The lashes to his chest were painful but bearable – but when the blows hit his n*pples, the agony was unbearable. The tender flesh turned an angry red, swollen and bruised.

Huey screamed, calling out “Master” several times, but Martian didn’t spare him.

As he endured the pain, Huey finally realised – he was becoming aroused.

“Haah, hnghh… ahhhhh…”

Martian drew the tip of the whip slowly across his swollen n*pples.

A shuddering moan escaped him. Those aroused by punishment often became even more aroused as they endured the pain between strokes.

Martian drew the whip lazily across his chest. Huey was clearly struggling harder now not to move. He groaned and shook with the effort. Tears glistened at the corners of his red-rimmed eyes.

He really was a sight to behold.

“Do you even know why you’re being punished?”

“B-because I shouted at you earlier, ngh, M-Master…!”

Martian pressed her foot against his swollen gr*in. Even though he had just been savagely beaten, he was still hard.

Enjoying the sight, Martian ground her foot down harder on his c*ck. She had always liked dirty dogs, hard from being beaten.

And outwardly he was spotless.

Panting with excitement herself, she finally lifted her foot away.

“Strip completely. Crawl to the sofa.”

As he removed the rest of his clothes, his *rection was completely exposed.

Huey crawled over to the sofa on all fours. He was quite good at crawling –

He had done it many times before when he had purchased the services of pr*stitutes. The process of crawling, being trampled on and finally being released had always given him a hollow satisfaction.

Had he never met Martian, he would probably have spent the rest of his life like this – living “adequately”.

He was grateful that he had met her. Otherwise he would never have known these feelings.

“You’re taking your time, crawling so lazily.”

“Ah, it’s just…”

Martian swung the whip without hesitation. The blow was merciless and brutal. It was the kind of pain that made him wonder how it could hurt so much.

The whip rained down on his body – from his b*ttocks to his upper back.

Huey struggled to hold on, but as the thick tip of the crop hit just below his shoulder blade, he couldn’t hold on any longer.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

“What’s the matter? Can’t you take it anymore?”

It was an almost mocking question. The whip pressed cruelly against the swollen marks on his body.

It hurt. It was miserable. And yet he wouldn’t stop. He barely managed to get his answer out without delay:

“No…!”

“Of course not. Getting off while being beaten is nothing but a reward.”

Martian pressed her boot down hard on his as$. His c*ck was straining, ready to explode.

“Turn around. Sit down – put your *ss on the floor.”

He obeyed and sat down.

The cold floor against his overheated body sent shivers through him, his already sensitive *rousal.

He felt he could come at any moment, he instinctively squeezed his thighs together.

Martian kicked his legs nonchalantly.

“Spread them wide. You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

“Haa, ngh… M-Master…”

Huey hesitated as he looked up at Martian. If he spread his legs now, she would undoubtedly step on his c*ck.

She liked to do things like that. The problem wasn’t her…

It was him.

Just having her foot on him would probably make him come immediately. It wasn’t that he minded being punished, but he was afraid that he would look undignified.

That he wouldn’t look properly ‘dog-like’ in her eyes.

Awkwardly, Huey spread his legs a little and opened his mouth.

“…I-I think I’m going to come.”

“So?”

She brushed aside his pleas with cold indifference.

Assessing a dog’s condition during a match was important – but

but that didn’t mean she was going to accommodate him. Martian took another step between his open legs.

Huey instinctively tried to close his legs a little. He didn’t think he could stand it if she stepped on him now.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to spread them?”

“It’s just… ugh, I’m coming when you do…Please, Master, could you… allow me to…”

“Oh, so I have to give permission before you can do anything in this relationship?”

Thunk-

She stomped down hard on his thigh with the heel of her shoe. The pain was so intense he couldn’t even scream.

Huey shivered violently all over and stifled his moans. Martian spoke again.

“Spread them properly.”

Only then did Huey finally spread his legs wide. Despite the pain, his *rection twitched obscenely between them.

Martian let out a small mocking laugh. She crouched between his open legs and cupped his swollen c*ck with her hand.

“Hold it. You can’t come until I say so.”

“Nghh! M-Master…!”

The words “I can’t” almost escaped him -but he swallowed them.

Huey scraped the floor with his fingertips, desperately trying to hold back the growing urge to come.

There was nothing to hold onto on the bare floor, but even this senseless act somehow helped him to hold back.

His thighs trembled, fighting against the stimulation.

He bit his lip hard. His flushed face was much the same as before,

but now there was an unmistakable fear.

Martian was somewhat pleased to see it. He was a vulgar, undisciplined dog -but it seemed that some results were beginning to show.

“Are you coming?”

“Ngh, y-yes, master…!”

How unfortunate.

She got to her feet and rummaged through a drawer. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for -a slender, long urethral rod.

She had recently stocked up on various toys for torturing Ron, so she had plenty on hand. She held the slender rod between her fingers, Martian turned back to Huey again.