If he understood his role, he should have at least pretended to wag his tail, or called her ‘master’. Even if he knew the significance of what she showed him yesterday, behaving the same way again was stubbornness and defiance.

“You should be desperately trying to meet my expectations.”

Despite knowing how much Martian despised such defiance, Ron continued to challenge her. Martian gazed down at her pet and then moved her hand to open Ron’s mouth. She inserted a finger between his lips without resistance and held his tongue. Her foot pressed harder between his thighs.

“Vis,Viscount, hnn…”

Even though his body was being treated harshly, he managed to endure, his body trembling. For a body that couldn’t enjoy humiliation, enduring was simply a matter of tolerating pain. His body was obedient, conforming to the position she wanted, but his face showed no signs of any emotion or pleading. He was just enduring it.

Martian found it incredibly irritating. The person she saw yesterday was arrogant and self-centered, but at least he didn’t try to hide his emotions. He put effort into calling her “Master” to be pampered. She thought even a novice dog would know how to behave like one. But the pet she had trained for a long time wasn’t meeting her expectations.

Martian pushed her finger deeper into Ron’s throat. He gagged, his throat convulsing. As Ron’s head tried to pull away, Martian grabbed his hair with her other hand to prevent him from escaping.

“I might as well use you as a servant.”

Ron’s throat reflexively tightened as her fingers moved around. The sounds of his agonized gurgles echoed. Martian repeatedly pushed her fingers deeper into his throat, pulling them back, and then pushing them in again.

“But you’re not really a servant, are you? As my pet, your role is to spread your legs.”

“Uh, cough…”

Saliva mixed with his painful breathing dropped. At the same time, his garbled words came out. The pronunciation was almost unintelligible, but the meaning was clear. He was saying he was sorry.

“Ron, if your role is to spread your legs, then act accordingly.”

Tears trickled down from his reddened eyes. It was uncertain whether those were physiological tears from the strain on his throat or tears of hurt from Martian’s words, but the sight was pitiful and heartbreaking.

Normally, seeing him like this would have excited her, but not now. She pulled her finger out of his throat with an annoyed expression. Ron bent over and coughed violently. His heavy breathing continued as he tried to swallow his retching.

With a thud, Martian’s foot struck Ron’s knee. He wobbled but managed to stand. He then wet a soft towel and knelt again in front of Martian, intending to wipe off the saliva that had dirtied her hand. Due to his continuous coughing, Ron struggled to swallow.

Martian took the towel from his hands and wiped her own hands, then spoke.

“Call another servant to clean up. You can leave now.”

For a week, Martian didn’t summon Ron. With the positions given to him under the title of “favorite” gone, Ron was just a servant now. Or rather, he wasn’t even a servant anymore. He had no assigned tasks. With his role in Martian’s favorite gone, he was reduced to an idle surplus labor.

Eventually, he ended up doing the tasks of the servants. He carried in food supplies and washed the dirty uniforms the servants wore. It had already been three days since he missed lunch and didn’t get to eat.

Dinner was a small steamed potato and half a piece of hard bread. It was a world apart from the food he used to eat while serving Martian. Even if he soaked the barely chewable food in saliva to swallow it, his hunger wasn’t easily satiated.

With his body utterly exhausted, his rumbling stomach was excruciatingly painful.

“I knew this day would come. Trusting Viscount Martian and living carelessly, if I get kicked out like this, the only thing left for me will be to sell my body.”

*****

When Martial left Ron alone for four days, people started to openly criticize him. Ron didn’t respond, he just did what he was told. Hearing all sorts of complaints was much better than being thrown out into the streets. Verbal criticism was bearable for him.

The real pain was in his heart. When he closed his eyes, memories of that night in Moonlit Haven resurfaced. Once those memories came flooding back, sleep became elusive.

That night wasn’t intended to be an educational experience for him. If Martian had intentionally set up that moment for Ron’s education, he would have felt embarrassed, but he would have tried to learn and follow.

But that occasion was merely a time when Martian was captivated by a new companion. She clearly liked her new partner, and with a joyful expression, she was completely engrossed in the man.

She passionately pushed him to tears, spanked his pale buttocks, and then kissed his back with a loving expression. That moment starkly revealed that to her, Ron was insignificant compared to the new man.

It was a shock akin to being struck by lightning. Ron had been with her for a long time. Although numerous “dogs” had come and gone, he was the one who had stayed this long. So, Ron mistakenly believed that he held the most significant place in her affections. Watching her tame another man that day shattered that illusion for him.

Martian adored the man as much as, if not more than, she did Ron. Even with Ron in the same space, she was entirely focused on the man.

It was an unbearable pain. He felt resentful and didn’t want to emulate what he saw. That’s why he became stubborn. Perhaps he secretly hoped Martian would treat him a little differently due to his defiance and stubbornness.

‘Ron, if your role is to spread your legs, then act accordingly.’

That’s the kind of pet Martian wanted Ron to be. A dog that eagerly accepts any touch from its master and knows when to spread its legs. A dog that never refuses whatever pleases its master. A dog that can wag its tail, even when its master is engrossed with someone else. Those were her expectations for him.

Objects that lose their value tend to be discarded, so Ron had to know his place. That’s why he was in this situation now.  Martian was teaching Ron what a life without “spreading his legs” meant.

‘I won’t discard you easily. So, you don’t need to be too anxious. But you have to make an effort. I don’t want a worthless pet by my side when there are many replacements.’

It was something she once said. “A useless dog.” Mulling over those words, Ron closed his eyes. His body ached as if he had been beaten, but once again, sleep eluded him.

To become a valuable pet, he had to endure the sad and bitter feelings he held inside. He needed to hide them. Eventually, Martian would call him to check if he had been properly trained. If he wanted to return to her side, he had to show the right attitude at that time.

Ron covered his face with his hands. Tears streamed down, wetting his palms.

T/N: I somehow feel sad for Ron….sigh…..