Mansion Stroll with the Bitch Mother
"Ah, ahh..." Isabel stared at her stepson holding the leash in front of her, repeating short moans like a radio with its screw loose. I approached her slowly and said, "Give me your neck, Mother."
"A-are you really going to do this? If the others in the mansion find out what you've done to your own mother, do you still not understand what will happen?" Isabel's anxious gaze fixed on the leash in my hand. But she still didn't grasp the situation. No one in the mansion would find our relationship strange—as long as the [Family Love] trait worked as I expected.
I smiled broadly and shook the leash at her. "Don't worry about me. Just bring your neck over here, Mother. Your master is waiting."
"Hnn..." At her stepson's continued urging, Isabel bit her lip and gathered her long golden hair with both hands. When she swept it aside, her pale neck was exposed. I reached out to that alluring neck that made saliva well up on my tongue just from looking at it. Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers.
I carefully wrapped the leash around Isabel's neck, then placed a dog-ear headband on her head. Holding the final tool that would complete her transformation into a bitch—the dog tail—I said, "Get down on the bed, Mother. All the way down."
"...All right." Isabel stroked the leash around her neck with slender fingers as if caressing a cock, then obediently moved to the bed. Following her son's command, she dropped to all fours like a bitch in heat waiting to be mounted by a male dog.
"L-like this?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"Lift your hips a little higher." I grabbed Isabel's ass and pulled it up, then spat on the connecting part of the dog tail—the dildo that would link it to her. Isabel's face flushed as she watched her son boldly lubricate the toy in front of his naked mother. Her pussy and asshole twitched with tension.
"Kkh, what are you planning to do with that hideous thing?"
"You already guessed, didn't you? A bitch needs a tail. Relax your ass. I'll make it as painless as possible."
"M-my ass? You're not really going to put that in my anus, are you?"
"Correct. A tail belongs in the back hole, not the front."
I spread saliva and precum around Isabel's twitching anus. She let out a faint moan as her own rear grew wet. Then, like a nurse giving an injection, I lightly slapped her soft ass before slowly pushing my index finger inside.
"Hnn♡ N-no, not there... that's not where things are supposed to go♡"
"Just endure it a little. You'll get used to it quickly. Masha seems to enjoy it when I fuck her ass."
I slowly rotated my finger inside Isabel's asshole, feeling her hot inner walls squeeze down. I gradually loosened her up while she clutched the bedsheets, panting like someone exhausted under the hot sun.
"Haaang♡ Your finger is too thick♡ Hah, hah... my ass is going to tear!"
"The human body doesn't tear that easily. Trust your ass a little more."
"Y-you're too much, hah♡"
After offering her some encouraging words, I withdrew my finger. It was time to attach the tail that symbolized a bitch to my mother.
"I'm putting the tail in now. Relax your ass completely."
"W-wait, I'm not mentally ready yet—haaah♡"
Despite Isabel's panic, the beaded dildo slowly pushed into her asshole. The way her anus swallowed each bead one by one looked almost like a mouth eating candy, and I had to suppress a laugh.
"Haa, haa♡ It feels strange... like my intestines are being bound by a metal chain..."
"You'll get used to it if you keep wearing it. And don't clench too hard—unless you want to put on an enema show for everyone."
I gave her that half-advice while picking up the clothes scattered on the floor. Have you ever seen a master strip just because his pet dog did? Of course not. As Isabel's master, I needed to stay dressed.
While I straightened my clothes before the mansion walk, Isabel rose from the bed and walked toward the mirror in the corner. Her expression as she faced her reflection was quite the sight—eyes filled with a mix of unbearable shame and excitement as she touched the leash and ears.
"Me, a bitch... I have to walk around the mansion looking this lewd?"
At that moment, her tail—without her realizing it—swished happily. The dog ears on the headband twitched as well. Of course, Isabel wasn't a real beastkin like Raibel. She was just an ordinary human. Normally, fake ears and tails couldn't express inner emotions. But the costume transforming her into a perfect bitch wasn't ordinary. These ears and tail, which Raibel had bought from Wolfgang's shop in Schubern with her savings, were adult goods that applied subtle hypnosis—lowering the wearer's pride and rational resistance to acting like a dog. They also moved naturally in response to the wearer's emotions, just like a real dog's. It was a detail that enhanced immersion, possible only in this adult-game world.
"Wait... no way, the ears?" Isabel, who had been staring at the mirror, finally noticed the moving objects on her head and stumbled backward in shock. I hugged her from behind. Even through my clothes, her lewd body felt incredibly soft. While holding her, I groped her breasts and pussy and whispered in her ear.
"How does it feel, Mother? Do you finally realize you've become your son's bitch?"
"Hnn♡ Not here... it's too embarrassing..."
Isabel's face burned as she watched herself being treated as nothing more than a sex toy for her son's pleasure. Her nipples and clit, swollen and glistening with fluids, shone in the mirror's reflection.
The preparations for the walk were complete.
"Come this way, Mother. No—follow me, Isabel." I called her directly by her bitch name and tugged the leash attached to her neck. Isabel followed without resistance, stepping toward the door.
"Young master, did you enjoy your time with Isabel?" Raibel's bright voice greeted us. When I opened the door, Raibel stood waiting with her usual sunny smile, and Masha stood fully armed beside her.
"M-Masha?" Isabel flinched, instinctively trying to cover her swaying breasts and cum-soaked crotch with her hands. Of course, it was impossible to hide everything with just her hands.
"Why is Masha here?" Isabel asked me urgently instead of begging Masha for help like she had in the study. She seemed to already know Masha wouldn't save her. But it wasn't me who answered—it was Masha, who greeted me while addressing Isabel's question.
"Master, Raibel has also finished preparing for the walk." Masha held the leash connected to Raibel's neck. Like Isabel, Raibel was completely naked. When I took the leash from Masha, Raibel stomped her feet impatiently. She held her bouncing breasts with both hands—matching the excited wagging of her tail—and said, "Let's go already, young master. Do you know how restless I got listening to Isabel's moans from outside?"
Raibel thrust her wet pussy toward me and spread it slightly, letting her clear juices drip onto the mansion hallway floor. Masha nodded in agreement, and it was obvious her armor was also flooded with excitement.
I looked at Raibel, who showed no tension about the upcoming exhibition. "Are you sure? People will see your naked body while we walk around the mansion. Why not put some clothes on?"
"W-what about this mother?" Isabel asked hopefully.
"Isabel, of course not."
"Hnn..."
After coldly rejecting Isabel's plea, I turned back to Raibel. She placed her hands on her hips and snorted confidently. Her perky breasts bounced along with her master's confidence.
"It's fine. This is the perfect chance to show everyone that I'm your woman. Let them see as much as they want."
"R-really? If you're okay with it..." I couldn't help but click my tongue at Raibel's extraordinary boldness. Her beastkin instincts had clearly ignited—both the desire to be dominated by a strong male and the urge to flaunt her position beside him. The more I got to know the seemingly innocent Raibel, the more I could smell the blatant female lust in her instincts.
Well, satisfying the heroine is also the protagonist's duty.
Just as I resolved to give Raibel the greatest pleasure, Masha straightened her posture and said, "I'll follow behind just in case." Her role today was unfortunately that of a bodyguard. Even I couldn't handle walking three human bitches at once. I smiled at the reliable Masha.
"Thanks, Masha. If you ever get jealous of Isabel, just say the word and I'll do it for you anytime."
"Hehe, I'll be looking forward to it, Master." Masha licked her lips while touching her own bare neck, contrasting with the two leashed women.
Raibel perked up her ears. "Where are we going first, young master?"
"Let's start on the first floor. We need to show you off to as many people as possible."
"Yes♡" Raibel answered in an excited, high-pitched voice and dropped to the floor. Even though she had walked on two legs her entire life, her posture on all fours looked natural—as if she'd practiced for this day. Unlike Raibel, who demonstrated perfect pet posture, Isabel hesitated.
I looked at Raibel panting on the floor, then spoke to the troubled Isabel. "You'll have to walk on all fours too if you're a bitch, right? Get down, Isabel. Raibel is waiting."
"B-but..."
When Isabel hesitated, Masha urged her in a cold voice. "It's the master's command. Get down, Isabel."
"Don't be too hard on her. She's just not used to being a bitch yet."
"I'm sorry, Master. I overstepped."
I lightly patted Masha's shoulder a couple of times before turning to Isabel. "Kkh, what did Arwen do to you, Masha..." Isabel muttered in anguish as she watched her completely changed friend, then slowly lowered herself to the floor—as if the moment her body touched the ground would be the moment her humanity collapsed. After a brief wait, Isabel finally joined Raibel on all fours. Both women's plump hips swayed invitingly toward me, their twitching holes dripping transparent fluid down their thighs. The sight of their juices flowing along their trembling legs was truly spectacular.
"Good. Let's head to the first floor." The moment the words left my mouth, Raibel wagged her tail happily and dashed ahead. Isabel followed behind with a dejected expression.