His trembling was partly from overstimulation, but also from the excitement of the person in front of him – someone who would treat him like a mere dog, with no regard for his status.

Even though his *rousal was kept in check with a rod, the front of his pants were already soaked. The w*tness seeped through again, staining the fabric once more.

He forced himself to sit up and started walking again.

Huey’s assigned room was comfortable and quiet.

As Martian entered, half carrying him, the servants of the Count’s household approached in alarm.

But it was Huey who stopped them with a faint wave of his hand.

They all retreated without a word.

It was an astonishing sight for a Martian – servants retreating without protest, even when their master clearly couldn’t stand on his own, simply at a single gesture.

In the Doan family, if anything threatened her in the slightest, everyone would react seriously.

Even if she gave them a direct order, many would not simply obey.

The butler was a prime example, and the others were no different.

If Martian had been in such a state, no one would have left her in the hands of a stranger, regardless of their orders.

When everyone was gone, Martian let go of his arm.

Huey collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

When she kicked him lightly with her foot, he instinctively spread his legs.

He might have been presumptuous and inexperienced, but at least his instincts weren’t completely lacking.

“Take off your coat.”

Huey obediently took off his coat.

With the garment that had covered him gone, the condition underneath was obvious: the fabric pulled tight over his gr*in was bulging and a dark, wet stain was clearly visible.

“Looks like you pissed yourself while we were eating.”

At her words, Huey’s face, ears and neck flushed bright red.

Although he’d been aroused all along, his embarrassment burned even hotter now.

To be so bluntly pointed out, to be shamed, added to his *rousal.

“I-it’s because, hic, I held it in too long…”

“Just for this much?”

“But…”

“But?”

“You said if I held it until the end, I’d be rewarded.”

Martian chuckled.

“Haven’t you been rewarded enough? You spent the whole evening with a rod stuffed up your d*ck, parading it in front of everyone.”

“But…”

“If you leak so much even though you’re tied up, it’s hardly different from pissing yourself. Or do you want me to reward you by shoving the rod in deeper, in front of everyone?”

Huey lowered his head, his face impossibly red.

Who knew how far his imagination went, but it was clear that he harboured a desire even for such public humiliation.

Imagining suitable public places where she could make him suffer, Martian lifted her foot and ground it into his cr*tch.

Pressing firmly between his p*nis and the top of his balls, her foot slowly dragged across his perineum.

A soft moan escaped Huey’s mouth.

The wet spot on the front of his trousers darkened further.

Even as the liquid leaked out, the pressure building inside him was accelerating.

Unable to stand it, Huey rocked his hips helplessly.

“Didn’t they say a dog should never come before its master?”

“Hic, ngh…”

“Answer properly.”

“Y-yes, master. I, hic, I know.”

Martian slipped her underwear out from under her skirt.

While trousers were more comfortable for everyday use, skirts were better when she intended to ‘use’ someone – which was why she had changed earlier.

The feeling of the flowing dress brushing against her bare skin was also pleasant.

Huey’s eyes followed her every move, his face filled with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

Standing in front of him, Martian placed one foot on his shoulder.

Her dress was pulled up, exposing her lower body.

There was no need to explain what she wanted. Huey stuck out his tongue and began to lick her.

Burying his face between her legs, he licked up, pausing occasionally to look up at her, as if seeking her approval, silently asking if he was doing well.

Martian found the sight rather obscene – but the act itself was far from satisfying.

Despite his best efforts, it wasn’t stimulating at all. He lacked any technique, just sloppily lapping at her.

It was only natural that she felt nothing. After all, Martian had once spent her life with Ron – a man whose skill with the tongue surpassed even the most famous male courtesans of Dalbamga Street.

Having been served by such an expert, how could this clumsy attempt even register?

Martian lowered the foot that was resting on his shoulder.

Realising what that meant, Huey’s face crumpled in dismay.

“Stick out your tongue.”

He did as she commanded.

Martian gripped his tongue tightly.

It was stiff, probably dried out from all his frantic licking.

Because it was less slippery, it was easy to grasp.

She began to pull and shake his tongue roughly.

“This,” she said, “is one of the few redeeming qualities of a dog. Do you understand?”

Her hand jerked his tongue left and right.

Huey let out a muffled grunt with each pull.

“You said you wanted to be a dog. But if that’s all you’re good for, what good are you?”

Martian then thrust her fingers into his mouth.

As they pushed deep into his throat, the saliva that had collected inside spilled out, along with broken whimpers.

Each breath caused his throat to convulse violently.

The way his throat tightened around her fingers was a clear indication of his suffering.

Martian didn’t withdraw her hand until the corners of Huey’s eyes were red with tears.

Saliva poured from his mouth, dripping down his chin in thick droplets.

He looked no different from a dog, waiting obediently for permission to eat.

Of course, a real dog wouldn’t be whimpering and sobbing like the pitiful creature before her.

“Huey.”

She called his name softly.

As he tried to answer, Huey’s throat tightened painfully.

But with her fingers still buried in it, all he could manage were broken gurgles and retches.

Martian waited patiently for the desperate choking to subside.

“Shall I teach you?”

“…Ugh, khuk…”

“If I teach you, will you learn?”

Through his suffering, Huey managed to raise his eyes to Martian.

The fingers probing deep into his throat only added to his agony, while the voice asking the question was unbearably soft – as if offering mercy.

Huey struggled against the pain, coughing and gasping for air.

The hand inside him didn’t stab or force itself in if he stayed still, but the moment he tried to move his throat to speak, the agony became overwhelming.

“H-hah, huhh, khh…”

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to?”

Terrified that the opportunity before him was slipping away, Huey shook his head hastily.

At that moment, her hand withdrew, leaving an empty space that allowed air to rush into his lungs.

A ragged cough followed immediately, his throat convulsing from all the gagging he had endured.

But more than the lingering pain, his mind was dominated by the thought that he had to give her a proper answer.

She didn’t seem like someone who would give him another chance if he missed this one.

“I-I will do it. I’ll learn, Master. I want to learn.”

The coughing started again, but while he was still coughing on all fours, Martian patted him gently on the back.

The excessive kindness was almost odd.

Before he could think, she was pressing against his shoulder, forcing him to raise his body – exposing his lower half once more.

Despite everything, the front of his trousers were still wet and fully aroused.

Martian unbuckled his belt and zip, pulling out the swollen p*nis trapped beneath his underwear.

His smooth, glistening c*ck sprang free, a small pearl-like ornament embedded at the tip.

It was a decorative cap attached to the urethral plug, designed to prevent it slipping all the way in.

Functionally it wasn’t a bad idea – and visually it wasn’t unpleasant either.

Just having his lower half exposed again made Huey shiver again.

His tear-stained cheeks shone.

Martian stroked them lightly as she spoke.

“Remember what I told you? About this.”

She said, wrapping her hand around his c*ck.

Hot and stiff, it pulsed desperately in her grasp.

The tight, firm pressure in her hand was pleasurable.

Huey whimpered, calling weakly to her, his eyes fixed longingly – and fearfully – on her hand.

Martian placed her thumb on the ornamental bead.

Huey gasped and tried to call out, but before he could, she pressed down and began to rub it in slow, circular motions.

His thighs jerked violently.

A broken, high-pitched whimper escaped his lips – only to be silenced as Martian clamped a hand over his mouth.

“You have to be quiet. Do you want everyone to hear about how your c*ck is getting toyed with?”

“Nngh, mph!”

“Shut up. Should I go grab a gag from my room? Would you prefer to have your mouth stuffed while I work on you?”

Pressing down on the urethral plug, she continued to grind mercilessly.

Huey writhed in overstimulated agony, desperately trying to muffle his cries and obey her unspoken command.

He even tried to hold his breath altogether, but the ragged gasps between his clenched teeth betrayed him.

No matter how hard he tried, Martian never stopped tormenting the sensitive spot.

Finally unable to bear it, he grabbed her hand – gripping it tightly in a silent plea to stop.

Martian let out a short, cold laugh and pulled her hand away.

Only then could Huey hold back the scream that was building inside him.

As the mind-numbing stimulation ceased, a glimmer of clarity returned to him.

Martian’s expression was cold – so cold it made it impossible even to beg for forgiveness.

Her earlier warning resurfaced in his mind: if he didn’t behave like a proper dog, there would be no second chances.

Knowing full well that what he was doing would be considered ‘improper’, Huey shyly licked the hand he had taken in an attempt to appease her.

Martian shook him off and got to his feet.

Huey felt it instinctively – if he let go now, it would be over.

Afraid of losing her, he held on tighter.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know… It’s my fault… Hk!”

Martian struck his hand with a stick. A bright red mark immediately bloomed on the back of his hand – a clear command to let go.

But Huey held on even tighter, withstanding the blows.

Bang!

Another sharp crack rang through the air.

“Ugh, ngh, ugh!”

The blows kept raining down. His hand swelled, feeling as if it would burst, but Huey refused to let go.

“Don’t go… Please, please, Master! Please don’t leave me… Hkk!”