In the Doghouse - Chapter 32
He closed his dazed eyes and recalled the image of her just moments ago. The cold expression on her face as she threw the leash aside. The disdainful look in her eyes as she regarded his arousal. All of it fueled his pleasure.
The reason Richard had lost control of his excitement today wasn’t just due to a lack of experience. He was so overwhelmed with gratitude that his instincts had been right. His mind spiraled out of control, and he barely resisted the urge to beg her to step on him right then and there.
He pulled hard on the leash that was still around his neck. If only she would take it and drag him through the gardens of the imperial palace. If only she would scold him for being shamelessly erxct in such a state. With these faint hopes for the future, he frantically moved his hips with even more enthusiasm.
“Ah, Master, please… please let me come.”
He gripped his cxck so tightly it seemed like it would burst, once again suppressing the climax that had built up for the umpteenth time. He needed to finish quickly and return to her, but he found it hard to escape the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.
His plan was flawless. He knew he couldn’t just push her too hard if he wanted to awaken Courtney’s hidden tendencies. He needed to be more methodical.
The key was to slowly expand her comfort zone, earning her trust and making her feel like this much was acceptable.
“Ah…!”
The tip of his manhood opened as thick sxmxn shot into the air. The viscous liquid splattered across the dirty floor in long, sticky strands. The release was so intense, his hips trembled uncontrollably. He closed his eyes, waiting for the sensation to fade.
“Haa…”
When he opened his eyes again, Richard’s face was once more covered with the perfect mask of the Crown Prince. With a final low sigh, he swallowed down the disgraceful moans that had been building up.
Courtney had no idea yet.
The beast that wanted to be leashed by her was, in fact, a predator with sharp claws.
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Late at night. Courtney’s eyelashes fluttered as she slept. Beneath her closed eyelids, her eyeballs darted restlessly. Then, with a sudden spasm, her eyes shot open.
“Ah!”
Courtney bolted upright, patting her body frantically. Thankfully, it had all been a dream, and she was safely in her room, lying in her bed with her pajamas still on.
A deep sigh of relief escaped her lips. To regain her senses, she slapped her cheeks lightly.
“This is driving me nuts…”
Courtney buried her head between her knees. Ever since that day at the strange shop, she had been plagued by nightmares every night. Horrifying dreams that made her wake up screaming.
Her nightmares, of course, centered on Crown Prince Richard. The setting was always that basxmxnt.
In her dreams, Richard barked like a dog, crawling on all fours across the filthy floor. That much, Courtney could brush off easily. After all, the events of that day had been shocking.
What truly made her wake up in terror, however, was the dream version of Courtney Devon. The eerie woman with the same face and name as her.
‘Richard.’
She whispered in a sultry voice. In response to his master’s call, the Crown Prince, who had his face pressed to the floor, lifted his dazed gaze. Her toes were in his mouth. Courtney pulled her wet toes out and wiped them on his handsome face.
She lifted the hem of her skirt slightly. Richard kissed the top of her foot as if in worship. Courtney spread her legs wide and slowly raised her skirt. His wet tongue slithered up her exposed white thighs like a snake.
With both plump thighs fully revealed, she asked,
‘Do you want to eat?’
Richard, in response, stuck out his tongue. Instead of granting permission, she pressed the tip of her foot between his legs, stepping firmly on his hard, throbbing cxck. Though it must have hurt, he made no attempt to escape, enduring the pain with a groan.
‘Good boy.’
Delighted by her praise, Richard rubbed his cheek against her knee, like a pet seeking affection. When she finally lifted her skirt all the way, a wet patch was revealed. Her dog, thirsty with desire, panted, sticking out his tongue.
‘Eat.’
And proceeded to bury his mug into her pxssy like a dog that hadn’t eaten in three days.
“AAAAAACCCCKKKK—!”
Courtney grabbed her hair with both hands and shook her head. Why was she having dreams like this? She had never imagined anything like it before. It was all because of that cursed book and the perverted Crown Prince!
Courtney threw off the blanket that had been covering her lower body. As she spread her legs slightly, she felt the cool air. She irritably lifted her thin nightgown. As expected, there was a long wet stain in the middle of her underwear. She felt like crying.
That day, after leaving the basxmxnt, they had finished looking around the shop. Courtney had realized just how serious people were about perversion. The whips were just a sample—there were endless adult toys that even involved high-level magic. That one thing she didn’t even want to think about again… it was really too much.
Fidgeting with her necklace, Courtney stared out the window at the pale light of dawn breaking through. The thought of having to go to the palace today made her chest tighten with dread.
For the first time in a long while, she clasped her hands together and prayed to the heavens.
Please, lead me not into temptation, and save me from this deranged pervert…
