That was all he could say.

Accepting the beating was the only way he thought he could melt even a little of her anger.

He clung desperately to that hope.

The beating finally stopped when the skin on the back of his hand was torn and raw.

His hand had lost all feeling, but he didn’t dare let go. Instead, Huey crawled closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry… Master… I’ll do anything… Please forgive me…”

Martian grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.

“Who said anything about forgiving? Forgiveness is something a Master grants – it’s not something a dog can ask for.”

“Y-yes… Master… I won’t… I’ll never ask again… Master… I’m sorry… hic!”

Martian threw his head to the side, as if discarding it.

His c*ck still bobbed helplessly between his legs.

She had originally planned to take her time with him tonight.

But now – no.

No more.

Martian grabbed his c*ck in one hand, the pearl in the other, and ripped the plug out mercilessly.

Huey gasped – a sharp, broken sound escaping from his mouth.

Martian threw the dripping rod to the floor with a wet thud.

Then she grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the desk in the corner of the room.

His c*ck dangled limply, twitching pitifully.

Under normal circumstances she would have let him climax at least once by now.

But that would have been a luxury this worthless dog didn’t deserve.

She made him kneel on the desk.

“Spread your thighs. Make sure I can see your pathetic c*ck clearly.”

Still on his knees, Huey spread his thighs further.

Since his trousers weren’t completely off and only his c*ck was exposed, the fabric framed him in a way that made his *rousal even more obvious.

Martian grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, forcing him to bite down on the fabric.

Huey’s eyes trembled with obvious discomfort. Martian stroked his neck gently and whispered:

“You said you could do anything, didn’t you? Then hold on.”

***

Like most high-ranking nobles, Huey Sebloard had been rigorously educated from an early age to cultivate his aristocratic bearing.

This education wasn’t just academic – it included physical training, often to the point where injuries such as torn flesh or bruises were commonplace.

Even then, it was unthinkable to cry out in pain.

“Hngh… uhh…”

Tears fell, dripping down his trousers.

Even though the shirt stuffed in his mouth prevented him from making loud noises, the muffled sobs escaped.

The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think straight.

His body jerked at the mere sound of the cane cutting through the air.

Martian tapped his cheek lightly with the cane.

The part of his shirt he had bitten was already soaked with tears and saliva.

“Why are you crying? Do you feel wronged?”

It was a question that needed an answer, but he couldn’t open his mouth properly with the shirt between his teeth – and pulling it out without permission was not an option.

“Hhhnngh… uhh…”

Huey struggled to make a sound.

He remembered that he wasn’t allowed to just nod in response.

His desperate, helpless attempts were so pathetic that they made Martian chuckle.

The anger she had felt earlier had mostly disappeared, especially after she had released a good part of it by hitting his c*ck with the cane.

Watching him cling and whimper like a pathetic little dog was actually quite amusing.

More importantly, his *rection hadn’t gone down despite the beating.

Martian had met many who enjoyed pain, but this was the first time she had seen someone whose *rousal survived even this level of torture.

“How did it feel to be beaten? Do you want more?”

She stroked his flushed cheek as she asked.

Huey shook his head frantically, mumbling around the cloth.

His pronunciation was a mess, but the meaning was clear – he was desperately saying no.

Even if he stayed hard, pain was still pain.

And he clearly wasn’t someone who was used to this kind of punishment.

Martian slid her hand down from his cheek to grasp his c*ck.

It was still hard and throbbing – angry red from the beating, but firm as ever.

This vulgar resilience thrilled her.

“You should have been born a wh*re. Wouldn’t that have suited a body like this better?”

As she squeezed roughly, Huey bit harder into the shirt, twisting his hips.

The part of his body she had hit must have been in excruciating pain. His trembling thighs gave him away.

Martian loosened her grip slightly and rubbed her thumb hard over the sensitive head.

“Hngh! Hhhnngh!”

More saliva poured from his mouth, soaking his shirt even more.

Whether it was excitement or agony, Huey was crying uncontrollably.

His cheeks were soaked.

Unable to withstand the stimulation, his upper body collapsed forward as if to shield himself.

He almost buried her hand, still gripping his c*ck, under his weight.

Martian grabbed his shoulder with her other hand.

“Sit up properly. Who said you could slump?”

The force in her hand tightened as a warning – if he didn’t correct his posture, she would keep squeezing.

Huey gasped and whimpered.

It felt like he was going to burst; sparks flashed before his eyes.

His trembling body struggled to straighten.

Without thinking, he reached out to steady himself – but since he was sitting on the edge of the desk, his hand grabbed nothing but empty air.

He lost his balance.

Thud.

Huey’s body fell forward, crashing into Martian.

She grimaced and shifted her body quickly.

Fortunately, she had instinctively grabbed him as he fell, preventing him from hitting the ground head first.

But while the worst had been avoided, her body still ached from bearing his weight.

Martian clicked his tongue sharply.

Huey, regaining his senses, struggled to get away from her.

Martian let out a low, tired moan as she pushed herself upright.

Huey asked hurriedly:

“A-are you all right? I lost my balance.”

For the first time, he spoke without the usual courtesies.

Martian frowned slightly at the sudden change.

Huey looked genuinely shaken.

“Did you hit your head? Are you dizzy? Do you feel nauseous or anything? If you hit your head…”

His words came out in panic, unaware of how informally he was speaking.

In his panic, his natural, most comfortable way of speaking had surfaced.

Martian listened, realising once again how different this dog was from any she had met before.

None of the others had ever had the right – or the audacity – to speak to her so casually.

And yet here he was, treating her with the deference of a beaten dog, even as he used informal language.

Given his social position, he had no need to behave like this in front of anyone – not even an Emperor.

The realisation, combined with the sight of him, legs spread, c*ck beaten and still *rect, made her blood boil with a sharp, wicked thrill.

Huey struggled clumsily to his feet, muttering something about calling for help.

Martian grabbed his arm.

“You want to go out there like that? Show everyone what a h*rny mess you are?”

She jerked her chin towards his exposed cr*tch. His trousers were undone, his *rection on full display. Only then did Huey realise his condition and blush furiously.

He’d been so panicked he hadn’t even noticed.

“I… I just…”

He stammered, trying to apologise. Martian cut him off.

“Should I call you Huey? Or…”

She trailed off, watching his confused expression.

“Should I call you ‘Count’?”

Huey made a small, breathless sound. His eyes dropped from her face to the ground.

The back of his ears and the back of his neck flushed a deep red.

Martian tugged lightly on his arm.

It was enough to make him kneel obediently at her feet again.

“You were talking to me in a casual way just now.”

Huey raised his head in surprise.

“I-I didn’t notice. I was just… too excited… I didn’t notice…”

“I told you – no excuses.”

Martian said, stroking his neck and ears.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

Huey said meekly, giving her the answer she wanted.

Then he lowered his eyes again.

Martian stroked the back of his neck, feeling an unusual sense of excitement well up inside her.

Training this dog was going to be a lot more fun than she thought.

Sensing her change in mood, Huey cautiously leaned closer.

Martian let her hand slide down his back.

“You couldn’t keep your posture right, you ruined the mood, and you even spoke wrong. What are you going to do about it?”

“It’s… because it’s my first time. I didn’t know how to behave. But if you teach me, I’ll work hard. I’ll do better.”

“Work hard? That’s your responsibility. When you’re in front of me, you have to be perfect. If you don’t, I won’t even feel like using you.”

She laughed slightly, but her words were cold to the core. Huey lifted his head to look at her. His expression was slightly dazed.

“Why, do you feel wronged? I’m always hard on wretched dogs. Whether it’s you or some other mutt.”

“A… no. I don’t feel wronged. It’s just… I like it.”

Huey muttered, his face turning red.

Truly, he liked this situation – and he liked her. Being unilaterally controlled, willingly accepting unreasonable conditions, being treated mercilessly and forced to endure heartless abuse – it was everything he had dreamed of.

He bit his lip lightly to calm his racing heart. The Master before him was perfect in every way. Every bit of cruelty she offered was exactly what he had wished for.

Even the excruciating beating of his g*nitals – unbearable at the time – now left only a seething *rousal. His lower body tightened painfully.

Huey shifted his legs to hide it, but Martian noticed his condition immediately.

“Getting hard already? You’re sluttier than a streetwalker.”

She casually insulted him, slapping his cheek without hesitation and telling him to call himself a shameless dog.

Huey found all this unbearably stimulating. He clung to Martian, pressed himself closer to her. He wanted her to feel his excitement and desire.

Although he was a little more cautious after the beating, he was still eager.

After all, he had lived a life where it was natural to take what he wanted. Giving up what he wanted simply wasn’t in his nature.

Martian did not push him away. The dog’s trembling, full of tension and excitement, was a rather pleasant stimulant for her.

Playfully, she grabbed his p*nis and pressed down hard.

“Huuh, huuung…”

A groan escaped him.

She pushed Huey back slightly and gave another command.