“Consider it my timidity. You can buy a ‘Master’ at Monnlit Haven for enjoyment. There are many skilled ones there…”

“But I prefer you. You excite me more…”

He spoke, his face slightly reddening. Whether he thought it was a compliment or not, to Martian, it sounded no different than treating her as a courtesan. Does he even understand the implications of what he was saying? She barely held back her anger.

“I said I’m not interested, Count.”

“…But didn’t you enjoy tormenting me that night? I remember you taking pleasure in it…”

The conversation seemed to go in circles. Martian clenched her fists tighter. Despite her refusal, he kept trying to persuade her. From the beginning, he had been indifferent to the burden she felt.

Martian looked down at the Count, who sat dejectedly in front of her, much like a whining puppy. She could disregard his status and play with him. In fact, she was sure she would. When dealing with dogs, Martian was always an unyielding and cruel master. The rising excitement only made her more sadistic.

‘This will surely become a problem later. If I start carelessly…’

In the end, it was about relationships between people. Martian was not the type to keep a dog by her side for long, so minor issues would arise whenever she wanted to end a relationship. It was tiresome and bothersome in many ways. However, it never escalated into a major issue.

Some would seek her out crying and pleading or lurk around her, but if ignored or driven away, they would soon give up. After all, there was no way for someone of lower status to interfere in her life.

“I didn’t know you were a Count. If your desires are so pressing, buy a prostitute.”

She didn’t even bother with a courtesy smile, feeling sick of mere bedroom preferences potentially complicating her life. Still, he persisted even after her straightforward rejection.

“Can’t you give me a chance? I want to be your dog, even if for a short while.”

Martian sighed briefly. For someone to assert themselves continuously was hardly appropriate in a ‘master’ and ‘dog’ relationship. Yet he had no sense of this. He didn’t want to submit to someone; he just wanted to indulge in activities that suited his taste.

“Really, you want to be my dog?”

“Yes. Back then, I truly…”

“Ron, come here.”

She gestured to Ron. Surprised by the sudden call, he hesitated. Martian passed in front of Huey and grabbed Ron by the hair. Ron’s lips were tightly closed out of tension. For her to act before speaking meant she was very irritated. Regardless, Ron kneeled obediently.

“You should be more observant. Strip.”

“Viscount, here…”

“Viscount?”

She slapped Ron hard across the cheek, echoing with a sharp sound.

“Did I tell you to be more discreet? Address me properly.”

“I apologize, Master.”

“Strip.”

While Ron was undressing, Martian turned to look at Huey. He was watching them with furrowed brows. She smirked deliberately, annoyed by his clinginess to become her dog. A dog that solely pursued its desires was the worst. She said to Huey,

“If you want to be my dog, learn to wait patiently. There’s no owner who wants a dog that can’t act accordingly.”

By now, Ron was completely n*ked. Martian had him stand, revealing all for display. His body trembled with shame. Unable to lift his head, he stared at the ground, his hands twitching to cover himself. The humiliation from her was familiar, but he wasn’t alone with Martian in this space.

“Didn’t you hate being shown to others, then what’s this about, huh?”

She teased his n*pple with her fingertips, laughing. Every touch made the ring on the n*pple move, jingling the connecting chain.

“As your n*pples stand erect…”

“Ah, ah…”

Martian tormented his n*pple, scratching and twisting it lightly. The quick stimulation made him gasp. Martian squeezed his swollen n*pples, then hooked a finger on the chain connecting them.