The people within the mansion didn’t look favorably upon Ron. An orphaned outsider like him was too low in status to associate with the Doan family and was a perfect target to tarnish the family’s honor. Nevertheless, he hadn’t been asked to do anything difficult due to being Martian’s confidant. Aside from simple errands, being by Martian’s side was his primary duty.

Hannah filled the teapot to the brim. Although it would overflow with even a slight shake, Ron accepted it without a word. He was accustomed to this level of testing patience.

However, as he stepped out of the kitchen, he quickly realized that it was quite a challenge. His erection, constrained by the restraint, caused his steps to waver slightly. The tea sloshed in the pot every time. Walking a bit faster meant putting excessive strain on his body or a sudden loss of strength.

If he wanted to adhere to what Martian had told him, he had to walk fast, but he couldn’t spill all the tea doing so. With a sigh, Ron walked slowly.

“You’re late, Ron.”

Martian addressed him as he entered. By Martian’s criteria, he had already failed to meet the conditions. Ron placed the teacup and teapot on one side of her desk, filled an empty cup with tea, and then knelt near the desk.

“I made a mistake. My Lord.”

His posture showed no trace of excuses. Martian smirked and took a sip of the tea he had brought. The warm tea tasted flavorful. It was a reward for the time he had dedicated to his duties. Yes, a reward. She set the teacup down, while Ron was still kneeling, awaiting whatever punishment she had in store for him, which she felt quite satisfying to watch.

Martian had a s*xual inclination that thrived on dominating and abusing others. She preferred a tear-streaked and distraught face to a neatly made-up one. Rather than having her subjects act politely and gracefully, she wanted them to spread their legs crudely in front of her.

In this respect, she felt fortunate to have power and authority. A noble with authority didn’t have to pander to their partner. She was candid about satisfying her desires, often using them as a means to vent.

Martian stood up, pushing her chair back.

“You’ve been quite useless, so today you’ll stay down there. Strip and get in.”

She had intended to leave Ron under the desk, allowing him to remain there. It was quite a pleasurable pastime to explore between his legs with her foot and trample his genitals while working. Although Ron had stripped completely, he wasn’t permitted to remove the restraint. His genitals would remain in a state of ambiguous arousal due to the constriction and pain of the restraint, unable to fully erect.

As Ron undressed, he glanced at the stack of documents on the desk. Half of the papers that had been piled on the left side had shifted to the right, but in any case, it was still a situation where roughly half remained. It meant that Martian wouldn’t be leaving her study for at least another half a day of time. Following her gesture, he wedged himself under the desk.

The paperwork that began in the morning continued until the evening twilight. Even though dinner time had passed and Ron hadn’t come down to the kitchen, another servant came up to prepare the meal. Mashed potatoes, roasted meat, and vegetables were prepared. After setting out all the necessary dishes, the servant spoke.

“I will wait outside until the meal is finished. When you’re done, just call me to clear the tabl…”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I’ll have Ron clean it up.”

The servant displayed a slightly puzzled expression at her words. It was rare enough for Ron to be absent from her side, but it was even rarer for him to be missing during mealtime. Regardless, since it wasn’t the servant’s concern, he left without further ado. The room soon fell into silence.

Martian tasted the wine that had been brought up and then picked at the roasted meat. The meat was exceptionally tender, and the juices flowed generously as she bit into it. Leisurely enjoying her meal, she used her foot to press down on the crumpled body under the desk. A thin moan escaped Ron, who had been desperately silent until then.

“Ah, ungh, ungh… Master.”

Hearing his pleading voice, Martian chuckled. The other servant who had just left probably couldn’t fathom how desperately the silence that had prevailed during the mealtime was maintained. During that time, Martian had persistently pressed and prodded Ron’s restrained area with her foot. Yet, he hadn’t made a single sound.

Martian chewed her meat and opened her mouth.

“Why did you call me? You were able to endure well earlier, but now you can’t seem to hold back?”

“Ugh… euh… Mas….hnng…. Master…”

The fact that he was readily using the term “Master” indicated how difficult it had become for him to hold back. Ron had a stifling and naive side, which meant that unless it was a dire circumstance, he always addressed her as “My Lord.” Hearing the gasping sounds and the pleading voice brought her great pleasure.

“Can’t… ungh… can’t hold it any longer, ugh… Master, please…hnng..ah..”

Ron pleaded. It had been quite some time since he had been wedged under the desk, legs spread wide. The sensation of being stepped on and prodded had excited him significantly, but due to the constricting restraint, he couldn’t become fully aroused. A mixture of excitement and pain, alternated. The fluctuating sensations had persisted for so long that Ron found it increasingly difficult to endure. To avoid moaning, he had to hold his breath and endure.

Ron was the type who found it difficult to withstand exposure. Because of this, he had desperately tried to hide his presence throughout the time the other servant was present. Martian knew that he was quite modest and self-conscious, but she didn’t show any leniency or compassion.

“It’s punishment for you being late, remember? If I go easy because you’re begging, then what kind of punishment would that be?”