In the Doghouse - Chapter 116
Though his arousal was well hidden under his clothing, she could still feel how hard and hot he was. He had always been like this, whenever he was near her.
Courtney roughly squeezed the flesh pillar that overflowed in her hand, causing a strained groan to escape Richard’s lips. Only then did Courtney’s mood improve slightly.
Her hand moved lower, gripping his taut, swollen txstxcles, rolling them in her palm. Richard’s breath came out in a harsh gasp.
“Ugh, Master…”
“I have no idea who you’re really after.”
“Courtney, please…”
Richard pleaded desperately, his mind reeling. The physical stimulation was overwhelming, but even more intoxicating was the thrill that his gamble had paid off. He gripped the outside of his thighs painfully to withstand the intensity of the sensations.
Even as she watched Richard crumble beneath her touch, Courtney felt cold inside instead of her usual fiery satisfaction. Perhaps Richard had chosen her only because she could indulge in these perverse games with him.
It wasn’t the first time she had thought this, yet for some reason, it stung more than usual.
Without filtering her thoughts, Courtney spat out the words rising in her chest.
“If anyone treated you roughly like this, it wouldn’t matter who it was, would it? Isn’t that right?”
“N-No, that’s not—ugh!”
Richard couldn’t even finish denying it. Courtney’s hand squeezed his delicate txstxcles as if she might crush them. His knees buckled, and his back hunched over, barely preventing himself from collapsing to the ground.
Courtney leaned in close, her voice whispering seductively in his ear.
“What if those girls from earlier circled around and watched this pathetic sight? Would that excite you? Really?”
The vivid fantasy Courtney planted in his mind bloomed into a clear image. Courtney, treating him like a dog, rougher and harsher, with an audience of scornful onlookers. Richard panted heavily, the vision consuming him.
His reaction was answer enough. Courtney scoffed in derision.
He could pretend to be devoted all he wanted, but in the end, he was just a pervert—someone who didn’t care who fulfilled his twisted desires, as long as they were met. The thought sent a chill through her.
Gripping the front of his trousers, Courtney unfastened his waistband with her other hand, continuing to taunt him.
“Why do you even need a master when you’re wagging your tail for anyone? I bet anyone would treat you like this if you asked. Or is it that you’re just a picky pervert who needs something special?”
“N-No, Courtney, you’re mistaken… It’s not like that at all. I’m—ah!”
Richard’s panting explanation fell on deaf ears as Courtney’s small hand slipped inside his half-open trousers.
Inside, everything was already damp with the sticky fluid he had been leaking. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Instead, a thin, long cotton string wrapped around his erxctixn, looping around his txstxcles and back up to his waist. The contact of her warm skin against his bare flesh made his body stiffen reflexively.
There was no excuse he could give to justify attending a formal banquet in such a state. Not that Courtney cared to hear one. She yanked on the string she had tied around him earlier, tightening it without hesitation.
“Ugh, ah… Courtney.”
“You’re already soaked. Have you been leaking like this the whole time, even in the banquet hall?”
“N-No, that’s…”
He couldn’t deny it. He had been aroused the entire time. He had concealed his bound body under his formal attire, but how could he not get hard when he danced with her, their bodies close?
With every step, the string had tightened around him, and even while exchanging greetings with the high-ranking nobles, his mind had been consumed with fantasies.
He had imagined crawling under Courtney’s skirt in the middle of the banquet hall, begging to kiss her s-x, only for her to pour red wine over his head in disgust when he failed to satisfy her. And when he shook his hips to beg for forgiveness, the crowd would boo and sneer at him.
One thing remained consistent in all those fantasies—Courtney was always at the center of them. Surely she knew that, right?
Courtney raised an eyebrow, her green eyes colder than usual as she looked down at his flushed, pathetic face. Richard strained to speak through the tension in his throat.
“It’s different. Yes, I was excited, but it was because of you, Courtney, and—ugh!”
Courtney pulled the string even tighter.
“Not something you should say after flirting with your ex-fiancée, don’t you think?”
“Courtney, it’s not like that…”
Courtney turned her head sharply away. Richard could see something in her eyes beyond anger or s-xual frustration—a bitter, pained expression.
His breath caught in his throat. It finally dawned on him that he had made a grave mistake.
Her jealousy wasn’t something to celebrate. It meant she didn’t trust him, that she felt insecure.
Richard cursed his own selfishness. He had been so focused on awakening her desires that he had neglected to convey his true feelings. It wasn’t the time for playful banter—he needed to apologize. Urgently.
