How to Train a Bitch in Heat
“Hah.”
I let out a hollow breath as I watched Seria come running up, gasping for air.
“What is it?”
Seria couldn’t answer. She just panted roughly, glaring at me and Baekseol. Especially at me—her eyes seemed to be asking what the hell I was doing. Why are you with that woman?
Better results than expected.
I’d figured using Baekseol just right would provoke Seria. It wasn’t anything grand. I’d just called Baekseol to my office mid-work and strolled the garden with her now and then. Every time we walked, every time we were close, I felt those eyes on us. They grew more intense, more blatant. We’d locked gazes a few times, and I’d deliberately looked away. Keeping some distance was far more torturous for her.
Seria glared at me fiercely. Had half her reason flown out the window? Even now, staring like that should trigger the spells I’d layered on her, sending currents racing through her body. She just twitched.
“If you have something to say, spit it out. I’m a busy man.”
I wrapped an arm around Baekseol’s shoulders as Seria heaved in front of me. She bit her lip. Her pupils quivered.
“Th-that...”
“Speak quickly.”
“C-can we... talk somewhere private...?”
Seria hesitated, glancing at Baekseol.
“Private? I’m making time for Lady Baekseol right now, so that might be difficult.” I gestured to Baekseol, who stared at us with wide, rabbit-like eyes, unable to hide her bewilderment.
She knows. She knew Seria’s condition. Knew the countless tentacles tormenting her inside that navel-baring uniform.
“Then shouldn’t you at least ask Lady Baekseol’s permission first?”
Seria shot me a look at that.
“Nothing to say? Fine, then. Let’s finish up with Lady Baekseol...”
I turned back to Baekseol. “W-wait!” Seria cried desperately. She could barely breathe.
“I lose! I admit it!”
“Hmm, your manners are lacking. Did becoming a maid make you forget all noble etiquette?”
Seria couldn’t retort to my mocking words. Her state was worse than I thought. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably. She was barely holding onto sanity by biting her lip. It was a sight to behold. The urge to torment her more dominated my mind.
“L-Lady Baekseol, if it’s alright... c-can I borrow Minister Morris for a moment?”
Each word seemed agonizing. Her voice dripped with coquetry. Baekseol’s face flushed at the sound, her pale skin betraying her instantly. Maybe she pitied her? Baekseol nodded.
“Understood. I’ll take my leave then, sire. Morris, it was fun today as well.”
She gave an imperial bow and hurried off. I watched her go, then turned. “So, what’s the business, oh noble maid?”
“I lose. I can’t take it anymore.”
Seria looked ready to collapse at a mere breeze. She took a shaky step toward me. The seductive scent of an aroused female stabbed my nose. Ripe. The thick aroma dizzied me.
“I must be slow-witted. I don’t understand. Tell me what you lost and how.” I feigned ignorance with a smile. “Be honest.”
“Ah, ah.”
She was almost there. Just needed a final push. Uncover her deep desire. Make her face herself, fully grasp her situation.
“I lost our bet... So take this off. I’m going mad.”
“Strip in public? No shame? Maids forget etiquette, but do you want to become less than human?”
“Th-that’s!”
“Admit it. Who’d see you and think Lady Siegfried?”
I pulled water from the fountain with magic, spreading it before her like a mirror.
“Ah, aah.”
Seria gaped at her reflection, unable to close her mouth. Is that really me? Her elegant, noble past was gone. Still beautiful, but not nobly so. Vulgar, radiating lewd craving. Vacant pupils, flushed face. Drool from her open mouth. Exposed skin in slutty clothes. Her body begged. Just like a street whore.
No, no. She shook her head. The mirror image did too. Undeniable. Her jaw trembled.
“Quite the shock, eh? But in this state, it’d be no fun. Wait. Two days left on the bet anyway.”
I spoke as if casually waiting. Two more days? Like this? No. Impossible.
“I’ll head out first. Rest in your room. You look exhausted—doing uncharacteristic things.”
Leaving? Where? How rest like this? Instinctively, Seria grabbed my arm.
“W-wait!”
“More business?”
“I admitted defeat. So take it off already.”
“Cheeky tone. A defeated slave should be deferential to her master.”
Morris’s cold gaze looked down. She realized it then—our roles reset. Overwhelming master. Worthless slave. Despair and relief crashed together. Now she could strip.
“I-I lost, Master. Please... take it off. Master.”
Seria bowed deeply. Platinum hair cascaded.
“Good girl.”
I stroked her head. “Inside, then. You look eager.”
“Th-thank you, Master.”
Her eyes welled up as she replied.
“Hah, hah.”
Seria had been desperate for ages. She wanted out, but lingering reason rejected stripping outside. But the door closed. No eyes left—just us.
“Master, please hurry and strip me! Slave, object, anything—please... get this damned thing off. Please!”
She clung to my chest, pleading. How refuse such desperation? I teased her slowly, peeling off her clothes.
“Faster...”
First, the top barely covering her chest. I unzipped the back languidly, sliding it off.
“Hngh...”
The tentacles and protrusions suckling her breasts clung stubbornly. Viscous slime connected them, love-gel slick and clear over her tits.
“Hah, hah.”
Her nipples tingled in fresh air after so long.
“Chest like this—bottom’s obvious without looking.”
Off with the bottoms. The short hotpants with skirt dripped tentacle slime and her juices, strings stretching.
“Utterly obscene.”
She flinched at my shaming words. But as I stripped her, she fingered herself.
“Ahngh, hng.”
Squelch, squelch. Ignoring my gaze, she kneaded her pussy.
“What’re you doing?”
I snatched her arm.
“Ah...”
Her fingers slipped out, leaving emptiness; she moaned weakly.
“Acting without orders.”
“Aah... Master.”
Freedom after so long? Or bottled lust erupting? Her eyes glazed. They fixed on my hand gripping her arm. Mouth open, tongue out, she licked my fingers.
Slurp, slurp.
“Hngh, Master, I wanna go. Torment my pussy please.”
Her tongue tickled. Slurred from licking. Warm, wet. Seeing her lust-driven self, half-resigned, she leaned into me.
“Ruin my insides with these thick fingers. Make a mess.”
After slurping long, she guided my hand to her depths.
“If that’s your wish.”
I’d do it. Violently, till that glazed look shattered. My fingers plunged into her pussy. Tormented by tentacles for days, it took me easily. I targeted her weak spot. Pressed her G-spot a few times.
“Ahngk!”
Her body tensed taut. Toes curled, back arched like a bow.
“Ah, good... ah, yes.”
She shuddered, staring into space. Fingered to peaks many times, yet insufficient. Once lust burst, it flooded like a broken dam. A week—no, longer—I’d cultivated her desire.
“Not enough... more... more...”
Still twitching in afterglow, she crawled on all fours like a dog.
“Master...”
She grabbed my pants. Reason gone, only instinct to feel good remained.
“For real?”
“Yes...”
I let her hands roam. Watched her strip me fully. Panties down—
Pop! My cock sprang up, thick and long beyond average. Seria’s eyes widened at the rigid shaft.
Gulp.
That big? Never seen one—unreal size. If it entered her... Shiver. Untouched, she nearly came.
I savored freedom too.
“You lit the fire.”
I’d planned restraint. But this—no choice.
Once started, I can’t stop myself.
Morris’s memories: countless women, never kept reason during sex. Couldn’t leash exploding lust.
Can I? Unknown. Trained and tormented plenty, but real sex? First time. Would I hold sanity?
Worthless worry.
Not dying. Continent’s most beautiful woman begs to be fucked. Irresistible. Even eunuchs would rise.
“Brace yourself.”
Decision made, I thrust in for the first time. Maiden voyage into pussy.
“Haaangh!”
My cock entered; Seria screamed in ecstasy. Hymen tore, red blood smeared her pussy. Virginity saved for emperor—claimed by me. Tight, but not crushing. Sensation nearly made me cum; willpower held.
“Torment me freely.”
Her lusty gasp half-stripped my reason.
“Won’t be easy.”
I rocked my hips. Beyond deflowering, intense fuckfest. Instinct drove me atop her. Varied positions—each squeeze unique revelation. She climaxed repeatedly, squirting on me. Learned: she hugs tight when cumming. Her soft tits against me—bliss. Used her fainted pussy for one more load.
“Whew.”
Sweat poured. I drank water, gazing at gasping, passed-out Seria. White cum leaked from her gaping pussy. Red bloodstain on sheets—vivid proof of lost virginity. Her final scream was no joke; she’d gasped raggedly.
Shattered completely?
I sent mana. She twitched.
Not broken. Pleasure collapsed her, but mind endured. Today’s memory: deep defeat. She’d ruminate, turning obedient. Fun, but...
I licked my lips. Shame at her reflection—far tastier.
Sadistic urges intensify.
Too bad to shatter her fully.
“Tch.”
But a bet’s a bet.
I chanted. Pink mana gathered at my fingertips. Injected into her lower belly. Her body absorbed it. Semitransparent tattoo below navel: cunt seal. Bet’s price.
It’d dull today’s pleasure overload.
Won’t stop madness, though. This seal guards her mind from breaking. But...
Requires periodic cum from caster. Forces submission.
Can’t wait for what’s next.
I stroked the tattoo.