“It’s not just me! I said it’s not just me! Everyone, everyone says so! I didn’t say it, other people did…”

“The issue is that you said it in front of me. You insulted another noble family, so your father should come forward and apologize.”

Like the nobles who attached themselves to their families, the man valued appearing well in front of his father greatly. Considering that his own father was the Viscount from the East and she was also from the East, his attitude was absurd.

The man initially shouted, asking if she really had to go this far, but soon his spirit waned, and he began to plead, begging her not to inform his father. Martian frowned and kicked him again.

“You should’ve thought of that before causing such a scene.”

Even though a hundred years had passed since the equal inheritance of titles regardless of gender, there were still many who would look down upon women if they held the title. This might be a cultural legacy passed down from his parents and grandparents.

Growing up in such a culture yet desiring to be dominated by a woman was paradoxical. No, not paradoxical. These people saw “being dominated” as ultimately “being dominated according to their own desires.” Frankly, there were far too many of these types in this world.

She stepped on his writhing body once again with her foot and spoke.

“Get out now. Save your useless excuses for your father.”

* * *

After formally lodging a complaint against the unwanted guest’s family, Martian remained in seclusion for a while. It had been three weeks since she last visited Moonlit Haven, a place she frequented at least once a week. While Moonlit Haven was primarily a brothel, they didn’t just conduct business through female and male courtesans.

The manager of Moonlit Haven was skilled at understanding people’s preferences as long as they didn’t seriously violate the law. He arranged anything for anyone. He introduced clients like Martain with unique tastes to each other, and rented spaces for those with unconventional relationships or preferences. In short, they did anything for money.

“I should get rid of that manager.”

She sighed and muttered. The manager of Moonlit Haven was a man who excelled at understanding people’s preferences. With that ability, Moonlit Haven had grown to the point of buying two large buildings in the urban area of the East. Although it was just a brothel in the remote part of the east, Moonlit Haven was the only established brothel of its scale in the area.

The manager was well-informed about Martian’s preferences. That’s why he introduced her to that miserable dog. He was the type that would cry and cower appropriately and had particularly fair and soft skin. She enjoyed tormenting such dogs and found pleasure in whipping their bodies, leaving marks like footprints on a snowy field.

If he hadn’t been so persistent and hadn’t done background checks and stalking, she might have kept him longer. Of course, she never intended to marry him. Martian had no intention of hiding or suppressing her own preferences, but that didn’t mean she wanted to choose a spouse based on her preferences. Selecting a marriage partner based on her preferences in bed would be foolish.

“For marriage, you need someone who can provide properly. Don’t you agree?”

Martian lightly stroked Ron as she spoke. He had a gag in his mouth and his eyes were swollen after being tormented for a while. Martian blamed herself for spreading her preferences only to Ron during the time she had cut off her visits to Moonlit Haven. Circular rings were woven through his nip*les, with silver chains dangling between them.

She lightly tugged on the chain. The rings attached to his nip*les were pulled and Ron suppressed a moan.

“What are you thinking about? You’re not even answering.”

Finally, he mumbled something with his gagged mouth. Not being able to hear his answer, Martian tugged on the chain again. With a soft tug, the flesh encircled by the rings stretched and pulled. Hnnng, uh, haaa…. His eye area turned red once more. She didn’t release the chain until tears started falling from his eyes.

“I wish my potential marriage partner know how to manage finances and bring some dowry… Still, it would be even better if they were obedient…”

She looked at Ron for a moment. He didn’t enjoy humiliation or torture, but he endured all the torture she gave well. Sometimes he acted as unyielding as a rock, causing frustration, but in any case, a dog that had been with her for a long time in various ways was comfortable. He knew what to do in different situations without being told, and he usually responded adeptly to her actions.

Ron moaned, rubbing his cheek against her thigh. Through the gag, one could hear his muffled sobs. His arousal was evident, but a thick rubber band was wrapped around the base, preventing the release. He had been in a state of perpetual arousal since yesterday.

“Even if you’re delusional, you should be realistic. The heir is the eldest son of the duke. He most likely already has a fiancée, and even if he doesn’t, he wouldn’t seek a marriage partner from the East.”

He felt like he would lose his mind if he wasn’t subjected to some form of torment. He repeatedly rubbed his cheek and forehead against Martian’s thigh, pleading and showing affection with his entire body. His cheek felt warm against her thigh.

“It would be better if he is as trained as you…”

Martien commented, realizing how naive and wishful her thinking was. It seemed impossible to find a nobleman as well-trained as Ron.

As she casually stroked Ron’s hair, he desperately tried to stimulate the inner side of her thigh with his gagged mouth. Finding his actions endearing, she made Ron lie on the bed and took hold of his p*nis.

“Do you want to c*m?”

Ron nodded. Watching his desperate expression, she lightly slapped his p*nis. With a deep moan, his body tensed up, clearly reaching its limits. The tears welling up in his eyes alone excited her.

“Stay still. You’ll get your chance only after I’m satisfied.”

She said, climbing on top of Ron and smiling.