Even if he had been raised according to her preferences, it was clear that she needed someone who was not only physically adept but also capable of displaying proper affection and cuteness.

The Moonlit Haven’s room was as familiar as her Viscount estate’s bedroom. It was a place she visited at least once or twice a week. She hadn’t come for a while under the pretense of a retreat, and now, it felt even more intimate. She felt a peculiar excitement as she walked towards the bed.

Her clothes fell to the floor with a soft rustling sound. By the time she reached the bed, she was already completely naked. A well-laid-out robe was placed on the bed. She draped the robe over her body.

“Ron.”

As she turned her head, Ron, who had been following her, hesitated. In his hands, he held the clothes that Martian had gracefully discarded, one by one. Seeing Ron, who had come all the way here and was still playing the role of a servant, Martian clicked her tongue.

“Today, you’re just someone who isn’t here. Don’t do anything, don’t make a sound, just stay against the wall.”

As Martian lay on the bed, feeling a moment of boredom, someone opened the door and entered the room. The first thing visible was pale skin and a supple figure. Next was the striking, deep blonde hair and matching sideburns. Lastly, half of the face was covered by a blindfold. Underneath the blindfold, layers of bandages were carefully wrapped, completely blocking the sight.

The man who entered the room couldn’t see, but he couldn’t move either. Martian watched as he entered the room and mumbled to herself.

“Did that damn manager deliberately do this?”

Among the nobles who visited the Moonlit Haven at night, there were those who concealed their preferences and sought pleasure. For such individuals, separate courtesans of both genders were prepared here. It was a completely different approach from arranging suitable partners according to preferences.

The man, with half of his face covered by a blindfold and bandages, was undoubtedly noble. Despite having a well-maintained body and standing still, his posture demonstrated proper manners.

‘He must have come here to be stepped on by the courtesans of the Moonlit Haven.’

It was unknown why this kind of partner had been led to Martian’s room.

Martian sat up and approached the man. Around his neck hung a choker with the word “Huey” on a pendant. She casually scanned the well-groomed man’s body, and then lightly tapped something under the light sideburns. The man, probably taking it as a signal, hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“My name is Huey, Master.”

Martian pondered for a moment. If she sent him away, claiming he had entered the wrong room, it would be over. However, his appearance was too much in line with her preferences. It would be a waste to send him away like this. She almost felt as though the Moonlit Haven’s manager purposely sent him in with the intention of making her entice.

What interrupted her thoughts was the man’s plea.

“Please, down here, I’m standing. Master.”

The man seemed oblivious to the fact that he might have entered the wrong room. Since Martian showed no reaction, he sat down on the floor and spread his legs. His erect manhood and testicles were fully exposed.

“Here. Huh, master, please step on me.”

He spoke while groping his semi-erect member. As he continued with his vulgar words, his lower region became increasingly engorged.

‘Gets excited from being stepped on, huh?’

From Martian’s perspective, it was quite a cute temptation. Holding his member, the man looked upwards, his begging appearance looking both crude and somewhat foolish.

Martian let out a sigh, feeling like she was resisting the allure of tempting food before her. She tried hard to regain her rationality, but it wasn’t easy.

‘It would be right to just send him away.’

While reacting to certain kinks, nobles were fundamentally self-centered. That was the case even when they playfully acted in front of her, expecting the other person to cater to their desires. Martian disliked such dog-like tendencies, which was why she was somewhat harsher.

Those who bought courtesans to satisfy their desires were obviously filled with such tendencies. Martian knew he wasn’t her match.

“Master, hurry.”

The man urged again. Even in his crude state which cannot be considered noble, he seemed to feel entitled, getting restless when his desires weren’t met immediately. Impatient, self-centered dogs were all like that.

The problem was that even this attitude excited her. The man, blindfolded when he entered, was highly vulnerable to force and cruelty. If she started pushing him, he would inevitably get dragged along. Imagining his terrified reactions to unexpected actions excited her lower half.

Without realizing it, Martian reached out and slapped the man’s cheek. It was smooth and soft.

“Master.”

He spoke again, his excitement evident in his trembling voice. His attitude held no fear or tension. He was simply filled with anticipation. It was a behavior that naturally stemmed from the expectation of obtaining what he desired through the act of purchasing a courtesan.

Courtesans who engaged with nobles of the masochistic tendencies acted very cautiously. Most nobles would enthusiastically and vulgarly indulge themselves, and these courtesans would respond with a slight delay, verbally adding more embarrassment to their base pleas. None of them had genuinely experienced anything beyond that. The man was someone who had yet to experience anyone who could truly dominate him to the extent of leaving bruises on his fair skin.

Martian felt her own excitement building as she opened her mouth.

“Even before I step on you, why is your c*ck already hard? What did you do? Did you get off just imagining it?”

At those words, the man trembled. His cheeks which were slapped gradually heated up. It was a response to shame that aroused excitement. Watching this, Martian licked her lips. The man moved closer to her.

“No, huh, no, master. Please, huh, hurry, step on me. I want to be stepped on and c*m.”

While she had experienced stepping on genitals and testicles countless times, Martian had absolutely no intention of fulfilling the man’s demands. In this space, she was the owner. Even though he referred to her as his Master, a dog urging and pressing forward to his own desires was utterly impertinent.