“You want to be punished again? Shall I hit your hole again this time?”

“N-no, master…”

The dog whimpered, helpless and overwhelmed – not with pain, but with *rousal.

The part of him pressed against her was burning hot and throbbing.

But he couldn’t come without permission.

She gripped his *ss even tighter.

“Answer me. What did I tell you to do?”

Last night she had given him several tasks during his ‘training’.

Martian wanted her dog to become a filthy creature who could easily come at the slightest stimulation – and yet be obedient enough to endure it at his master’s command.

All the words he had heard that night had been about that.

The answer she now demanded was part of it.

Huey finally managed to open his mouth.

“Rub… my n*pples… hngh, and practice… huuh… practice coming while doing it, Master… ah, ngh…”

Every word was a struggle.

Not just because of the pain from his bruised and swollen as$, but because his cr*tch, pressed tightly against her, was stimulated every time he moved.

Every time he tried to pull his hips away, Martian would force him closer with a firm hand, grinding their bodies together.

Seeing the dog panting and trembling with no way out, she spoke generously,

“If you answer correctly, I’ll let you come.”

It was an extremely generous offer on her part – but for Huey it was sheer agony.

The mere utterance of the shameful words was enough to drive him mad with excitement.

His c*ck twitched violently, desperate for release.

Martian pressed her lower body against the searing hardness.

Her vulgar grinding made Huey flinch helplessly – he was being played with, plain and simple.

She smiled as she added,

“You’d better answer quickly – unless you want to come without permission.”

“Hhngh, ngh… practice… ngh, resist… hngh, even when touching my c*ck…”

Huey panted heavily.

His head felt like it was boiling from the heat, but he knew he had to find the right words.

If he came without permission, he didn’t know what punishment awaited him.

Or rather – he didn’t mind being punished.

But he couldn’t stand being told he wasn’t a proper dog.

Desperately, Huey forced himself to remember everything Martian had said last night.

With these memories came vivid memories of the humiliating acts he had been forced to perform:

Spreading himself out, exposing himself, confessing how and where his body was reacting, how aroused he was…

His c*ck twitched as if on the verge of bursting.

“A-and when I lift my hips, I should lower my shoulders… a-and, keep my hips up properly, ngh…”

“And?”

“…And… s-speak nicely… use the right words…”

“You’re missing something important.”

Huey rubbed his face against her shoulder in despair.

He couldn’t think anymore.

Even saying ‘Master’ had become difficult.

He stuck out his tongue and licked her neck, her ear, her earlobe.

It was like a huge dog clinging to her and licking her.

Seeing her trembling dog clinging to her, Martian reached down and slipped her hand down the front of his trousers.

As she grasped the burning heat of his c*ck, his hips jerked violently.

“N-no… ahh… master…”

“Where did I say the value of a dog lies?”

Martian offered a kind of grace – a hint to make the answer easier.

Of course, with that hint she only increased the stimulation.

Her hand rubbed his hard p*nis deliberately.

Huey’s face twisted in unbearable pleasure.

“If you come like that, don’t expect to see me for a while.”

“Hhngh… no… Master… ahh, nghh, mmmph…”

“If you don’t like it, you should answer properly.”

“Hngh, hngh, ah! I – I was told to practise… with my tongue… hhaah!”

Huey couldn’t hold it in any longer. He bit his lip and let out his *rousal. Martial hand became sticky and wet. Huey had cl*maxed in the open air, uttering such shameful words.

A few drops of tears fell from his flushed eyes. His body shook and cried with overwhelming excitement.

Had it been an act, it would have been enough to kill the mood – but the beast before her had been born that way.

Martian could barely contain her own rising excitement. She wanted to throw him down and roll around with him on the spot, but disappearing together like that would only cause unnecessary trouble.

She withdrew the hand that had been caressing his p*nis, now drenched in s*men.

She briefly considered making him lick it clean, but quickly dismissed the idea. If she pushed him that far, she had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to take it.

Martian pulled out a handkerchief, wiped her hand clean and casually tossed it on the floor.

“Now get your work done properly today before you come back.”

“Huh?”

Huey looked at her blankly.

Ignoring his dazed reaction, Martian adjusted his coat for him.

It was long enough to cover the w*tness at the front and more. Though the dampness beneath would certainly feel uncomfortable, that discomfort would also serve as a lingering source of excitement.

Not a bad game for a beast like him to enjoy.

She stepped back, adopting a more formal tone.

“You are in charge of the inspection today, my lord. I suggest you continue surveying the forest. I’ll see you tonight.”

***

Martian awoke to the news that the coach had reached the estate.

The butler looked puzzled and asked why she had returned so early.

She shrugged it off, saying she was just tired from talking to El all night, and got out of the carriage.

The mansion was buzzing from the entrance.

Apparently, entertaining guests of considerable status for the first time in a while had stretched the staff thin.

Martian scanned the area and gave instructions to the butler.

“Send lunch to the forest. Ask them if they have to eat there too. If the research drags on, they might eat locally.”

“Understood.”

“And prepare double the usual desserts for the professor. We got part of the grant, right? Can we manage the food costs within that?”

“At the moment, the kitchen is managing the food budget as efficiently as possible, but…”

“But?”

“We are short of staff. If we increase the staff, it might be difficult to save half of the current subsidy, as we originally planned.”

“Half? Ah, right. We decided to save as much of the original grant as possible.”

The original grant was intended as a start-up fund – money to feed, house and manage the investigative team.

But the world was never so accommodating as to allow it to be spent solely for that purpose.

The government had promised to buy diseased trees for research purposes, but the amount purchased would depend on the final assessment report from the survey team.

While this process was understandable, it also meant that the survey team could easily pressure the estate for bribes in exchange for a favourable report.

Doan County had therefore decided to save money wherever possible to prepare for this eventuality.

But at this point, that preparation seemed pointless.

Martian shook her head, remembering her dealings with the Count.

“Just use it for its original purpose. Tell the kitchen to concentrate only on making better food. Hire more hands if necessary.”

Then, turning her head, she saw Ron emerge from a secluded doorway at the far end of the mansion.

He was carrying a large sack, sweat soaking his forehead.

At first, Martian assumed he was helping out in a busy area, but she quickly realised: with the entire investigation team outside, they’d probably let Ron go.

Someone was adding another large sack of potatoes to the one he was already carrying.

Frowning, Martian spoke up.

“Ron is my lover. He’s not just a servant. I let it slide because we’re busy, but still…”

Only then did the butler notice Ron.

Ron was covered in dust and sweat and carrying two huge sacks.

“I apologize, my lady.”

The butler bowed his head.

He disliked Ron, but he knew better than to openly mistreat someone Martian favoured as her personal lover.

Normally, he would have been assigned to more leisurely indoor duties, but with today’s shortages, someone must have given him some hard work to do.

Martian softened her expression at the butler’s attitude.

“It’s not entirely your fault. Ron isn’t the type to refuse work when he’s busy. Still, make sure you hire more help as soon as possible.”

In the end, the problem was lack of manpower. Today’s lunch would be served in the forest.

Even if something went wrong there, the kitchen couldn’t send help immediately. They had to prepare as much as possible in advance.

Faster, more abundant.

With the same number of hands, the workload had exploded – the kitchen had no choice but to be hectic.

Martian looked again at Ron as he adjusted the heavy sacks.

His well-proportioned body was lithe and pleasing to the eye.

Although his skin was darker, his delicate, handsome face often seemed sullen and prickly because of its lack of expression.

That’s why Martian liked to make him cry – the stark contrast of emotions excited her.

Feeling her gaze, Ron turned his head towards her.

Of course, their eyes met.

At that moment, Ron quickly looked away, as if he hadn’t seen her.

In fact, he turned his whole body away and walked towards the back of the house where the kitchen door was.

Although he pretended to act normally, it was obvious that he was fleeing.

Martian started walking without calling him back.

As her footsteps got closer, Ron finally stopped, unable to run any further.

He soon turned around – his lower lip was red, as if he’d bitten it so hard it was bleeding.

“Put that down.”

Ron obediently put the bags down.

The two heavy sacks landed with a thud.

Sweat dripped from his soaked forehead.

Straightening up, he dropped his eyes to the floor.

“Lift your head. Unless you want to strip right here?”