Naked Walk (2)
The love juices that had dripped from her pussy had soaked the spot where she had just been sitting.
"You leaked quite a lot. Were you secretly enjoying it?"
"N-no... I'm not."
Her voice lacked conviction now.
Fun.
It had been a sudden accident. But rather than shocking her, it seemed to have stimulated Seria's sexual arousal.
The fierce resistance in her eyes until moments ago had melted away.
"Let's get moving now. The walk isn't over yet."
I led her out of the mansion. Unlike at the beginning, she followed obediently.
She seemed to have set aside her initial shame. Perhaps she now believed that if anything happened, I'd take care of it. Or maybe she'd simply given up.
This is getting boring.
I preferred when she resisted fiercely. There was a thrill to the training, even if it was exhausting.
I needed one decisive blow to drive the wedge in deeper.
So.
"You can take the lead now, right?"
This time, I sent her ahead. Seria's completely naked ass swayed in front of me.
Sticky fluid trickled down the inside of her thighs.
I kept her in front, waiting for the right moment.
"Eut...!"
Seria's body twitched finely. The moment had arrived.
"In a hurry?"
"N-no."
She bit her lip, her face flushing, legs pressed together in distress. Her feigned denial was utterly adorable. So I forgave her for responding in human speech.
"If you're desperate, there's a good spot nearby."
"...I don't need it."
"We'll see. Soon you'll be begging for it."
A surge of euphoria washed over me. My heart pounded fiercely.
I silently watched her trembling back as she desperately held it in.
"There's a good spot."
I pointed to the large tree in the center of the courtyard.
"Perfect for marking your territory, don't you think?"
"I-I...!"
Her face turned beet red.
"You're not thinking of just going on the path, are you?"
"...!"
"Just so you know, I plan to watch you mark it like an animal. If you want to piss on the mansion path and let the whole neighborhood hear about it, I won't stop you."
Strength returned to her eyes, which had lost their fire moments ago.
Ah. This was it.
Now it's fun to torment her.
Sexual Sadism
No, this time it wasn't the trait activating.
For the first time, I felt genuine pleasure from tormenting her myself.
"Lead the way."
Seria stood before the massive tree at the center of the courtyard.
"You know how dogs piss, right? Lift one leg and arm."
"I know."
"No human words."
"...Woof."
"Good girl."
Seria's face burned crimson. A stream of yellow liquid flowed from her pussy.
Her piss ran down the tree, white steam rising faintly.
I stared intently not at the urine soaking the tree and ground, but at Seria's humiliated expression.
"Embarrassed?"
"Woof."
Warm droplets trickled down.
"As your owner, I should clean up after my pet."
I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her crotch.
"Woof...!"
"Hmm, it's not just piss—there's other stuff too."
Seria clamped her mouth shut. Her face mixed anger with anticipation.
Of course.
I had no intention of fulfilling that expectation.
A touch of deprivation would make her even more desperate.
"Let's head inside now."
"Eh...?"
"Don't tell me you want more? You were thrashing around saying how much you hated it earlier."
"O-of course not."
"Good."
I snapped my fingers. I removed the dog collar and refastened her original choker.
"You can stand on two legs now."
"Naked...?"
"Of course not."
I draped my overcoat over her shoulders.
"Let's go."
I led her back into the mansion.
"Whoa...!"
Elise, the red-haired maid sent by the emperor, gaped at the unbelievable sight.
"Wh-what...?"
She had been raised as a spy from birth. She knew plenty about sex.
But a naked walk? And not as a human, but like a dog...!
Morris Dmitry... what a man.
It was a cruel, obscene act that stripped away human dignity.
Even if Seria had undergone status execution, how could he do something so depraved?
Watching Seria piss on the tree at the end, Elise felt heat pooling in her lower belly.
The master of torture, indeed.
If it were me, treated like that... could I stand tall like Seria?
She wasn't sure. Her body shuddered with rising excitement from deep within.
"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"
A low, gravelly voice tickled her ear, sending chills down her spine.
Elise's neck creaked as she turned.
"H-heek!"
It was Morris. He'd clearly just entered the mansion.
How? And how long had he known?
Her mind raced.
"Why so startled?"
"M-Minister?"
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I-I couldn't sleep at night, so I boldly stepped outside."
"You're the maid His Majesty sent, right? I thought you were an intruder for a second."
"N-no way!"
Elise bowed almost to the ground.
"So what shocked you? Did you perhaps see a dog passing through the courtyard?"
Gulp.
Elise couldn't lift her head. She couldn't bear to imagine the look in Morris's eyes gazing down at her.
"Didn't you hear my question?"
"I-I...!"
"Answer slowly. The night is long."
Elise panicked. No words came to mind to escape this.
He knew. He knew she'd been watching him all night.
Since when? Probably since the emperor introduced the maids. His gaze had been off then.
He just told me to monitor the minister's movements.
Even a powerful mage couldn't hide their presence completely—or so she'd thought.
She'd been caught.
"Your answer is slow."
"I-I saw nothing."
"Is that so?"
"Y-yes."
"You saw nothing."
"Y-yes."
"I like honest people. Do you want to suffer worse than Seria did earlier?"
His whisper, low enough for only her ears, confirmed it.
This man knew she was a spy.
Elise's face drained of color.
"Th-the truth is!"
"The truth?"
"His Majesty was curious about your progress on the task. And how exactly you're... handling it."
"He wants to know the recipe?"
"...!"
Watching Morris ponder seriously, Elise thought: This guy's completely insane.
"Unfortunately, I can't share that."
"I-is that so?"
"In other words, what you saw is a secret to take to your grave."
"Gasp!"
Elise covered her mouth with both hands.
"No stories will come out, right?"
"R-right."
"Any rumors that do spread will just be baseless gossip?"
"Y-yes. I have poor night vision—I saw nothing."
"Right. That happens when you can't see in the dark. I'd like to chat more in the daylight."
Morris took a step closer to Elise.
"I'm curious what His Majesty said when he sent you."
"U-understood. I'll visit tomorrow."
"I'll be waiting."
I watched the maid flee in haste.
I'd initially considered binding her and tormenting her from head to toe.
But the emperor would notice for sure.
Better to use her to gauge his intentions—a far more profitable move.
Why send her to me? Maybe he was just curious about torture methods, as she said.
But who knew.
"Is this the item?"
I asked Veronice, who had come to the mansion.
"That's right. The set you commissioned: toys to torment erogenous zones, top and bottom. Top for breasts, bottom—you know. I enchanted them so only you can remove them. My magic, so it's guaranteed to work."
"Your magic is renowned for its potency."
Veronice asked, "So, what do you plan to do with these?"
"Didn't I tell you last time? Tools to conquer Seria."
"Hmm, you're quite serious about this?"
"Of course."
This was life-or-death. The emperor's command allowed no room for emotional whims.
I couldn't afford clumsiness.
"Nice design."
Leather outfit exposing the navel. The body-hugging lines were striking.
"Just as you specified: perfect for teasing."
"Well made."
"Now, about payment?"
Veronice approached my desk, writhing seductively.
"That good, huh?"
"Shoving pure-mana dildos made for mana-sensitive beings into their holes... no one can endure it. Even elves."
"Enough about those selfish creatures."
"Hehe, you mean that seriously?"
"Yes."
"Well, whatever. What's important is I'm in heat because of you right now."
Was she thinking of the dildos that had stirred her depths earlier? Veronice's breathing grew ragged.
The femme fatale who had seduced countless men and bankrupted nobles with her allure was now throwing a tantrum to cling to me.
"Sigh, payment's due."
I gathered mana into three dildos of varying sizes.
"I'll ravage every hole."
"Haa, ravage me. Treat me like a bitch."
The hearts in Veronice's eyes might have been my imagination.