The Naked Stroll
Seria was startled to see Morris return to the mansion after several days. First off, he’d been away from home for days on end. Second, there was the unfamiliar white-haired woman trailing behind him.
Could it be… a new woman?
Emir had come calling just a few days earlier. His ex-fiancée had demanded they get back together only days ago. And now this—a brand-new woman? What the hell was this man thinking? Had he brought home a whole new marriage prospect?
But why?
“Sebastian will show you to your room.”
Was the room being introduced through the butler? No way…
In that instant, a hypothesis began to take shape in Seria’s mind.
Morris… for me?
Ridiculous, she told herself. He was the emperor’s lackey who’d tormented her time and again. Under imperial orders, he’d forced her into so many humiliating acts. Stripping her bare. Violating her during forced baths. Binding her to the bed for whippings. Even degrading her in front of his own subordinate, Musk.
But.
He personally showed me the room I’m staying in.
For the head of a house to personally escort a woman to her quarters—what that meant among nobles was clear. A pledge of marriage.
No way… really?
There was that slim one-in-a-million chance. His demeanor was as icy as if she were just another maid. But Morris Dmitry had always been notorious for his coldness toward women, even before his promotion to minister.
“Snap out of it!”
Slap! Slap!
Seria struck her own cheeks hard. What a absurd delusion. Her dire circumstances were wearing her down, so her mind was spinning comforting lies. A man with zero manners or empathy…
“Kuht!”
Dark thoughts of Morris brought agony, a sly electric current wracking her body.
A man who’d branded her with this curse.
I need to keep my wits.
Seria Siegfried.
I’m the proud daughter of Duke Siegfried.
Her house was in ruins now, but Father would rebuild his power soon and rescue her. Just hold out until then. Just endure.
Then I can return to my life as a lady.
Revenge… would be possible too.
Knock knock.
The rapping pulled her from her reverie.
“Who is it?”
“Sebastian, miss. The master summons you.”
“Master Morris?”
“Yes. He said it’s urgent.”
In the dead of night? The sun had long set. It was deep midnight, the moon shining bright.
“…Understood.”
Seria followed Sebastian to Morris’s bedroom.
Bed…room?
Why there? What reason to call her to his bedroom? To flaunt it? To fool around with that snow-white bitch? She’d pegged him for trash, but this low…
While Seria stewed in her thoughts, the door swung open.
“Please, enter.”
Sebastian ushered her inside.
As Seria stepped into the bedroom—
Thud.
The door shut behind her.
Seria Siegfried. Her insistence on still being a Siegfried was down to her ironclad pride.
Today, I intended to shatter every last shred of her noble dignity.
That’s why I’d summoned her to my bedroom so late.
To heap on humiliation greater than her pride could bear.
Wonder if it’ll work properly.
The tool I’d commissioned from Veronice hadn’t arrived yet.
Couldn’t just sit around waiting, though.
The rebel subjugation had kept me from touching her for days—right after I’d planted that suggestion in her head with the essence.
I readied a tool from my old kit.
Tool didn’t matter. Time to begin the new conditioning.
“Y-you… called for me?”
Seria shot me a sidelong glance as she asked. Her eyes darted around the room, hunting for someone.
“No one here. Looking for Baekseol? She’s asleep by now.”
“I-is that… so?”
“Yeah.”
Seria exhaled in relief. As if she knew what I had planned.
I met her gaze and produced the item I’d prepared.
It was—
“What… is this?”
“Can’t tell? It’s a necklace.”
“I know it’s a necklace, but… why a dog collar?”
What I held out was a proper choker for dogs. A leash, in technical terms.
“Need me to spell it out?”
“W-wait—you can’t mean for me right now…?”
I let a smile answer for me.
“You… beast! Fiend! Kyaaak!”
Seria convulsed hard. The sensor in her head fired an electric jolt. Payback for cursing me. “Beast” and “fiend” shouldn’t have triggered that intensity. Must’ve spewed far worse in her thoughts.
“Kyaaak! You… kuhuk! Trash after all. Hup!”
She shrieked, body shuddering.
“Say what you want. You’ll do it regardless.”
“To think I hoped for even a shred of, human, empathy from you… I’m the fool… kuhuk!”
Even spasming from the shocks, she glared daggers. Tears beaded in her fiercely narrowed eyes.
Her stubbornness was something else. Deserved credit there. Made tormenting her all the more vexing.
“Don’t you know what you’re up against? Know your place. I’m head of House Morris. You’re a nameless wench now.”
Others called her Seria for convenience, but she had no name left. That was status execution for you.
“Put it on yourself? Or force it on you?”
“I’ll never put it on myself!”
Her body kept quaking even as she spat the words.
“This fucking… kyaaak!”
I’d tormented her plenty for training, but never such vehement refusal.
Worse than day one.
Something vital to her at stake. Pride as a noble—no, as a human.
Treated subhuman, she’d have to face her new reality.
Defense mechanism from the status execution, maybe.
Didn’t matter.
This fierce reaction was perfect.
Will make the torment delicious.
My sexual sadism triggered again. Lips twitched. Heart pounded wildly.
“Think you have a say?”
I seized her thrashing hand and fastened the dog collar around her neck. Slipped off the mana stone choker, replaced it with this.
All the while, she writhed in agony.
“Kuhuk.Hic.”
Agony? Or thrashing in sorrow and pleasure? My imagination?
“Take off your clothes yourself?”
“F-fuck… off…”
“Refusal it is.”
I stripped her by force. Tore them, really.
Clothes ripped away, her shivering naked form emerged.
Beautiful body, every time.
I unclasped the bra hiding her nipples. On pale skin, crimson tips peeked shyly.
Bra off, then panties too.
But.
“Soaked already?”
The white panties were drenched.
Clear nectar from her slit stretched in a thread, dripping onto the fabric.
“Shut… kuhut.”
“Not even started, and you’re this wet? Ah, unless…”
I leaned to her ear, whispering.
“You like being degraded like this?”
“As if.”
“We’ll see how long that lasts.”
This defiance? Desperate shield for her crumbling self.
Proof it was working.
No stopping now.
“Come.”
“Where?”
“Mansion stroll, obviously.”
“…”
“Yell louder, servants wake. Emperor’s spies already sniffing—caught like this? Trouble for former Lady Siegfried.”
She bit her lip bloody.
“I’ll… kill you, kuht, bastard.”
“Can’t wait. Now, all fours? Refuse if you want. I’ll just carry you. Don’t think I won’t.”
Lip-biting endurance crumbled. Seria dropped to hands and knees.
I led her from the bedroom.
Sebastian had orders: drug all servants to sleep, then himself.
By now, deep slumber throughout.
Ideal night for a walk.
But first.
I headed for the spy’s crystal orb implant spot.
First thing on return: located the emperor’s bug.
Simple audio recorder, no video save.
Reason? Obvious.
“Bark.”
“W-what?”
“Bark. Loud, echo down this hall.”
“Y-you insane?”
“Pup won’t learn, still yapping human.”
Finger snap—max output.
“Kyaaak!”
“Thought you were safe without the torment choker? Beasts get no courtesy. So…”
My face colder than ice.
“Bark.”
She was human once.
Desperate, naked Seria cried out.
“W-woof. Woof!”
“Louder.”
“Woof! Woof woof!”
Obedient at last.
“You’re a dog now. No more human talk.”
“…Woof.”
Scream would’ve woken the dead—but noise-block magic enveloped her.
No matter the volume, sleeping staff wouldn’t hear.
Recorder? Crystal clear.
Her dog barks and pitiful whines.
“Good girl. More walking.”
I led her through the mansion.
Seria trailed limply, silent as ordered.
The reality of naked, dog-like crawling?
Every sound jolted her.
“Kiing!”
Wind through branches—shriek.
“Hik!”
Toilet drip—slip and startle.
Defiance faded from eyes surrendering dignity.
We reached the servants’ fourth floor.
Up the stairs—
Creak.
A maid rubbed sleepy eyes, door ajar.
“Yawn.”
Candle in hand, shuffling out.
“Toilet…”
Spotting the maid, Seria blanched.
Hoo.
Inspiration struck.
Corridor artworks—enough cover for one body, barely.
Invisibility on myself.
Seria naked, teetering behind a piece, barely concealed.
“W-wait…”
Whisper to panicking her:
“Ashamed? Picturing maids pointing, calling you pervert? Thrilling.”
“You—hup.”
Seria muffled a moan.
My hand plunged into her sopping slit.
“D-don’t…”
“Dog talking human. Punishment time.”
Squish squish.
“Huuup!”
The wet sounds drew the maid’s head our way.
She peered dimly into the shadows.
Dim candle lit only feet.
Of course—Seria on all fours wasn’t fully visible.
“Puppy. Hehe. Doggy statue.”
Maid yawned, toddled off.
I eyed stunned Seria, staring vacantly.
“Puppy…? Me, a puppy?”
Delicious reaction.
“Be grateful? Better than naked maid label.”
Whispered, fingered her drenched folds.
Savored the warm, gripping softness.
Stronger effect than expected.
“You’re a dog now. Who mistakes a naked, collared crawler for nobility?”
Crack in her vaunted pride.
Venomous glare softened.
“Surrender to my touch.”
“W-wait.”
“No human words.”
“…Woof.”
Seria clutched my pussy-teasing hand.
Body begging stop—but not on my watch.
“Rather escape before maid? Right here?”
That set her off?
“Huuut!”
Seria quaked, gushing pussy juice laced with urine.
“N-no taste! Woof!”
One hand pumped her climaxing cunt, the other cradled her back.
Overwhelmed by ecstasy’s waves, she clutched me fiercely.
Then—flush.
“Ahh, refreshing.”
Maid emerged.
One-armed hold on Seria, invisibility cast.
“Huh? Dog statue gone? This puddle?”
Maid blinked, stepped toward the spot.
“Fuu.”
I summoned a breeze, grazing her cheek.
Her face drained white.
Wind reaction?
“Woof…”
Seria’s faint bark.
Sparked hilarious misunderstanding.
“Gh-gh-ghost? D-dog ghost?”
Maid retreated, pallid and trembling.
Door slammed—only then did I drop the spell.
This got fun.
I gazed at Seria, limp and panting in my arms, utterly spent.
So beautiful. If only that haughty mouth would shut.
Wonder when the conditioning ends.
A sigh slipped out.