14. Melting Point (End)
"Then I'll give you the reward I promised."
Anais jerked as if to spring up, then froze the instant her eyes met his. Standing on two legs without his permission was not allowed. Not for a bitch like her.
Wonderstein watched her awkwardly crouch back down and smiled. The reward he had promised her this time was a kiss. But he had no intention of letting her rise to receive it.
"Surely you didn't think a bitch like you would be trading tongues with me face-to-face? Know your place."
"What? But..."
"Of course I'll keep my promise. You'll give that kiss to your Master."
"My Master? Ah..."
He pulled down his trouser zipper. A great pillar thrust up through the front flap, surging into the open air. Flushed red, radiating heat—Wonderstein's cock.
Anais swallowed as she stared at it. That hideously huge thing had been inside her only days ago. Had taken her virginity.
"You swore your obedience. Now kiss your Master. I'll supply the saliva."
Wonderstein took a mouthful of spit and let it spill out. The viscous liquid wrapped around his shaft and trickled down.
"If a single drop touches the ground, I'll punish you."
Anais flinched at his words, then plunged her head between his legs.
"M-Master, p-please ac- accept my kiss..."
She gave a shy smile and pressed her lips to the glans with a soft peck. A tender kiss, the kind you might plant on a beloved's cheek. She flicked the tip of her tongue lightly across the opening of the urethra, then swiftly licked her way down his shaft. She lapped up the saliva running down it as though it were a precious tonic, sucking it clean in a frenzy.
"Pwah! I-I drank it all, Troupe Leader."
Her task complete, she released him and looked up. Her face was thoroughly flushed. He remained utterly unshaken, gazing down at her with a smirk, as though her service merely amused him.
Wonderstein had consumed Starlight in her presence only once: the day he took her virginity. Since that day, he had maintained The Smiling Man for every one of their secret meetings.
That was exactly what Anais wanted. If the dominant party let himself be emotionally swayed by the submissive's behavior, the thrill would be ruined. She found far greater pleasure in being dominated by a man who casually flaunted his superiority at all times.
Wonderstein had grasped that fact through her Member Quest and immediately set about exploiting it. Her demands were absurdly easy for him to meet—he simply had to refrain from taking Starlight.
With the reward concluded, Wonderstein, as her handler, carried on with a few more plays. A fake tail plugged into her anus; she wiggled her hips and paraded around the room. He peeled off the panties she was wearing and tossed them away, and she fetched them back in her mouth.
For the finale, he inspected how hygienically she maintained her front and rear holes. His fingers, transformed into squirming tentacles, burrowed into her cunt and ass simultaneously. She writhed and twisted, spilling out wanton moans of pleasure.
In that state, not a trace remained of the noblewoman with the prodigious intellect and lofty pride. Only a single bitch in heat.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
She lay face-down on the carpet, hips thrust high, trembling and twitching. Tears and saliva soaked the floor. Sweat and arousal dripped down her thighs.
After drifting in the afterglow of climax for a long while, she spoke in a subdued voice.
"T-Today... let's stop here..."
Their agreed-upon code word. It meant ending the role-play as handler and bitch.
"Understood. Then..."
"Ah... th-there is..."
"Just lie still. I'll wipe you down."
"Alright..."
The man who, moments ago, had not treated her as a person now tended to her with genuine care. Anais smiled quietly, feeling his warm touch travel across every inch of her body.
This relationship of dominance and submission was not satisfied by sadistic violence alone, as in SM. It required mutual trust—especially the submissive's absolute faith in the dominant.
She recalled what had happened a few days before. The day she knelt and offered her body to Wonderstein.
The relationship she had braced herself for that day was nothing like this. She hadn't wanted a simple game. She had genuinely wanted him to treat her like a dog for the rest of her life. To embrace every despair and shame and fall into ruin.
"Very well. From now on, I will treat you as a bitch."
He had pulled on her leash. Relief had flooded her that he had accepted her offer—and at the same time, profound despair.
'This is the end.'
Everything was over. Anais Bergson as herself was gone. She would live out her days as the pet of a man she had once liked. The bond they had built—over, too.
"Hehe..."
A laugh escaped her. To be finished off by the hand of the man she had trusted.
She wanted him to keep drying her forever. She knew it was an unreasonable wish. And she also wanted him to push her away. No matter what he did, she would have resented him.
Wonderstein led her out to a crowded garden. He looped her leash over a tree branch and whispered in her ear.
"Then let us commence the ritual to definitively become a bitch."
"What? T-Troupe Leader, I-I'm already a bitch..."
Wonderstein shook his head with a smirk.
"You think that alone makes you a bitch? Walking on all fours? Wagging your tail for strangers? A true bitch must be mounted by a male dog, don't you agree? I'll go fetch one—and you will offer him your virginity."
Anais clenched her teeth. He was testing her. If she truly wanted to live that wretchedly, she had to be willing to endure even this. Even the humiliation of being fucked by a dog.
If that happened, she would truly fall below human. Anais squeezed her eyes shut. He was cruel. He could have simply forced her to her feet, or played along by reading her heart just enough... instead, he was pushing her to choose her own fate with her own fragile will.
"If you lack the resolve, don't make these demands lightly. I'll pretend this never happened, so just—"
"I'll do it..."
"What?"
"I-I'm a bitch... It's only natural to be mounted by a male dog's cock... I'll do it with the male dog."
Wonderstein studied her defiant gaze and let out a deep sigh.
"...You're serious."
"I told you. I-I'm not the real Anais..."
Wonderstein smiled ruefully and shook his head.
"Understood. I'll go get one. The moment you offer your virginity to him, I will truly keep you as my dog."
He left her there in the garden. Anais fought back the tears threatening to burst. What a terrible person. Did he really have to push her this far?
She hung her hair down like seaweed and pressed her face to the ground. Tears slid down her cheeks. Sobs leaked from her mouth.
Then, from behind her, Wonderstein's voice sounded again.
"Huh? That's strange. Didn't you say you enjoyed this sort of thing?"
His voice, unlike before, did not come from above. He was speaking at her level.
When she turned, Anais was met with a sight she could never have anticipated. A handsome blond man lay naked on the ground.
"T-Troupe Leader, wh-what are you—"
She looked around. No one was paying them any particular attention. With her sharp mind, she instantly grasped the situation.
He had attached a dog name tag to his own body, too. Wonderstein crawled toward her on all fours and whispered in her ear.
"Your escort has arrived. One male dog."
"T-Troupe Leader..."
Wonderstein gave the tearful girl a soft smile. This was the answer he had arrived at while agonizing over whether it was right to tell her to face reality—or to let her fall.
"Anais, I understand very well how hard it's been for you. You've been under immense mental strain."
He licked her cheek with his tongue. A canine gesture.
"But even so, I couldn't bear to watch it. Watching you fall alone. If you're so determined to fall that far... then let's fall together."
"Ah..."
Anais's heart swelled. The answer he offered was what she truly needed.
Wonderstein had put himself in her position and understood. What a person drowning in shame needed was neither pity nor reprimand. It was a deep resonance with the pain they were enduring.
"Troupe Leader."
"Anais."
The two threw themselves at each other and kissed. They wrapped each other in their arms and rolled wildly across the grass, exchanging tongues and saliva.
Passersby who witnessed the scene smiled warmly. The sight of dogs tumbling and playing in the garden brought involuntary smiles even amidst the grim circumstances.
"Those mutts are having the time of their lives."
"Envious, really. They have no idea about Madosa or assassins."
And so the two dogs explored each other's bodies like beasts. On the grass, in the hallway, on the carpet, in the hot spring—they moved from place to place and mated like dogs in heat before hundreds of onlookers.
The positions they could take were limited, of course, since the hypnotic suggestion couldn't be broken. Mostly, it was the male dog mounting the bitch from behind. The male dog embraced her again and again until she completely lost consciousness.
"You can lean on me as much as you want."
When she came to her senses, the two were lying tightly entwined beneath a torch on the hotel's outer wall. His broad chest completely enveloped her body, keeping her warm even as the snow fell.
"I'll match your pace whenever you need."
He wiped the tears welling at the corners of her eyes with his hand.
"But I hope you won't lose Anais Bergson, too. Don't ever call yourself a fake again."
His palm gently stroked her cheek.
"My eyes and hands remember everything about you."
"T-Troupe Leader..."
"Yes."
"Th-Thank you... *hic*, th-thank you... thank you..."
Their lips overlapped. Their tongues tangled stickily together.
The time on the Role Name Tags had run out. But the two paid it no mind and indulged in each other's bodies.
What if they were caught? If she were alone, perhaps, but together, they were just a young couple who had botched an attempt at a novel way of having fun.
Wonderstein toyed with her erect nipples. Every time his tongue, fingers, or teeth touched them, her hips bucked violently.
"Aaaahnn!"
A bestial wail erupted from her mouth. At the same moment, her teardrops scattered into the air. Physical pleasure and spiritual fulfillment led her to climax after climax.
She had lost all value as Anais? Perhaps. But she had gained something the real Anais Bergson had never possessed.
The love of the man she cared for.
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Melting Point (End)