16.2 Bitch Naked Exposure Walk
"Then, Lady Behena, I'll be heading off now. I'm starting to feel a bit tired..."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Karlson. Your body must still be uncomfortable, and here I was only thinking of myself. I truly apologize."
"No, no. I'll go rest a little then."
"Yes, Mr. Karlson. Rest well. And I'm really sorry."
For some reason, Behena kept trying to hold him back and continue the conversation, but he excused himself by claiming fatigue from his injuries and slipped away.
Come to think of it, she'd been asking him all sorts of personal questions unrelated to the request ever since before—things that had nothing to do with work.
She's a kind and considerate lady.
Probably just trying to build rapport quickly during their extended time together for the request, to make things less awkward. If Behena heard Karlson's thoughts, she'd clutch her chest in despair at how utterly off-base he was—but our oblivious Karlson never even considered that.
"Hm? Isn't that the husband?"
Just then, Ian passed by and caught his eye. A man whose handsome looks were overshadowed by his innate temperament, his near-cantankerous personality, and various other factors that made it seem he'd never marry, let alone hold a man's hand—perhaps destined to die alone, withered and lonely. Yet here he was, introduced by his liege with the blissful expression of a woman in love.
True, there had been a bit of bad blood between them in the past, but it seemed resolved. To Karlson, this was the man his liege—whose lifelong worry alongside reclaiming the Mountain Kingdom had been her solitude—had chosen to spend her life with.
Just for that, he's already a tremendous benefactor.
And on top of it, he possessed a special ability that had recreated her severed right arm, now lost forever otherwise. To Karlson, Ian was now on par with his liege Bella herself—an existence deserving of utmost loyalty.
And that Ian was out walking a red dog in the middle of the night. The dog was fairly large, fierce-looking yet somehow alluring, a one-eyed red beast whose appearance oddly reminded him of his revered liege.
Alluring? Now that's...
And liege? If she heard that, she'd smack him upside the head.
Ian gripped the leash tightly, as if to keep the dog from bolting off recklessly. It must be more of a wild tomboy than it let on, not listening well.
Earlier, the husband asked how to soothe my liege's mood.
Bella had been a bit sulky with him, so he'd sought advice on how to make it up to her. Karlson had recommended sharing good liquor amid a fine view—one of Bella's favorite things since old times—and handed over a rare bottle he'd been saving to present to her himself. The scenic spot had been suggested by Behena, since he wasn't familiar with the area.
Ian had surely calmed her pouting heart by now. Curious, Karlson waved and called out.
"Husband."
"Hm?"
Ian turned, spotted him, and grinned happily.
"Oh, Mr. Karlson."
-Auugh...
As Karlson approached, the red dog suddenly flinched. Ian soothed it by petting its head.
"Whew, stay still. It's okay, Belty. This is Mr. Karlson, Bella's subordinate."
"Belty? Is that the dog's name?"
At the question, Ian smirked slyly—though to Karlson, blinded by the fact that this was his liege's chosen man, it seemed nothing but purely benevolent.
"Yeah, doesn't this one kinda look like Bella? So we took a bit from her name."
-Huff... huff... snuffle...
"Ahaha. Well... saying my liege resembles a dog would be a bit disrespectful from my own mouth..."
It bordered on irreverence toward his liege. He trailed off awkwardly, and Ian just shrugged like it was no big deal.
"It's fine. Even Bella admitted it. We named her together, right, Belty?"
-Ah... awoo...!
"Anyway, its bark is a bit unusual."
Like a bitch in heat, or a woman's sultry moan laced with eroticism. If you only heard it without seeing the dog, anyone would mistake it—thoroughly bizarre, dripping with seductive allure.
"Right? This one's got the build of a mountain, but she's such a scaredy-cat. Hates being touched by strangers. If anyone's new in front of her, she gets terrified and whines like that."
-Woo... wugh... heugh... haat.
"I-is that so?"
"Yeah, she's just timid like that. Super timid."
"Uh... yeah. Quite the unique one."
Karlson nodded dazedly at Ian's casual dismissal. Anyone could tell it was an odd bark, but he brushed it off like nothing. As expected of my liege's chosen man—such magnanimity to see a beast's peculiar cry as mere personality.
"Anyway, what brings you here?"
"Nothing much. Just wondering how things went with reconciling with my liege earlier."
"Oh, that... It helped a ton. She loves that stuff—the view, the booze. Thanks to you, her sulk's all cleared up."
-Aout... woof...
"Glad to hear it. So... is my liege...?"
"While I'm walking this one, she said she'd enjoy the view and rest. Said the buzz was kicking in."
-Huff... wooh... haak.
"Ah, I see."
The dog whined and squirmed as Ian petted its head with a smile. Amid it came a wet, squelching sound from somewhere.
Hm, sounds just like some sticky liquid dripping down.
Karlson heard it too but dismissed it without suspicion—likely an auditory hallucination from the ear damage during his torture.
"That's great. Husband."
"Tell Behena too. Super grateful for the spot recommendation."
"Yes, I will... Hm?"
Karlson nodded, then glanced down. There was Ian's foot in slippers, squished under the red dog Belty's flattened haunches, slick with some liquid. She'd supposedly gotten scared with a stranger present and peed on his foot.
"Oh dear, Husband."
"What's up?"
"I held you too long, and the poor thing got scared and peed on your foot. Sorry."
"This? Haha, no biggie. Happens all the time with her. Every walk."
Ian laughed, nudging Belty's rump with his piss-soaked(?) foot.
"You rascal. What're we gonna do if you keep peeing on Master's foot, huh?"
-Kiiing... huff... haoo...
At his playful kick, Belty whipped around, lowering her hindquarters and bringing her muzzle to his foot. She pawed at something briefly, then stuck out her tongue and started licking.
-Lick... lick.
"Hey, Belty. That tickles."
"Haha, looks like she really likes you, though."
"Yeah, loves me loads. And I... well..."
Ian paused, petting Belty's head as she lapped at his foot.
"I love her a ton too."
-Woo... awoo...
Belty shuddered happily at his words, as if understanding, and squirted more clear piss from her rear—splurt, splurt.
§
"Well, I'll be off then."
"Rest well, Mr. Karlson."
"Thank you, Husband."
They exchanged farewells, and Karlson vanished toward his tent. I looked down at Bella licking my foot in the meantime.
"Got extra excited with Mr. Karlson around, huh, Belty?"
"...Woo... wugh."
Lick—
A tiny affirmative as she tongued the slickness—her own love juices—from my foot.
"But seriously, taking off the ball gag on your own? What am I gonna do with you? I didn't permit it."
I knew it was to lick her fluids off my foot, but it wasn't an order from me. Commendable or not, she needed discipline.
"S-sorry... husband."
"Huh? Why's the dog talking human?"
"...W-what? Woof?"
And while she was already due for punishment, no less.
"This won't do. Gotta up the penalty."
"A-ahwo?"
"Voice. Hold it in."
I warned, gripping the dog-tail plug buried in her ass tight. Then yanked it out with a single pop...!
The bulb wasn't huge, but she had no resistance back there.
"Heuugh...?!"
Bella's lone eye bulged, her body quaking. She clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle the moan threatening to burst out.
That's more like it. I petted her head once, then opened the magic bag at my waist.
"Lemme see..."
Rummaging, I pulled out a wide-mouthed glass jar filled with thick white fluid.
"Know what this is, Bella?"
"Ah... woo...?"
She shook her head vigorously. I grinned and told her.
"It's called Chamma. Ever heard of it?"
Her remaining pupil flicked wildly side to side.
"Guess you have."
I uncapped it and dunked the plug's tip deep in. Coated thick with the stuff.
"Ass up, Bella."
Time to endure the tickles.