28th Rule, Basic Bedtime Etiquette for Obedient Puppies (2)
Marin perched on the edge of the bed in a seductive pose, her tiny fingers parting the pink slit of her pussy.
The stretched folds looked pale toward the edges, as if the blood hadn't fully returned. Even the faint veins threading through them seemed to pulse with life.
Maybe because it had just been gripping my cock moments ago, the small, dark hole didn't fully close—it gaped slightly, steam rising faintly from within.
I was just staring, mesmerized, but my cock—shriveled and spent after spurting cum—was already stirring back to life.
"What are you doing? Get over here already."
Her face was a little flushed, but she still carried that haughty air.
Huff, huff.
Every breath Marin took made her plump inner lips rise and fall, oozing sticky fluids.
Slide.
Drawn in by the sheer lewdness of it, I instinctively slipped between her legs and dropped to my knees before I knew it.
Marin flashed a faint smile and pushed her pussy even closer to my face.
A sour tang mixed with the sharp scent of mint wafted up from the rising steam.
"Naughty puppy. Making your owner wait like this."
She clearly saw me as some kind of beast right now. It pissed me off to no end, but for some reason, my cock throbbed harder than ever.
Staring fixedly at Marin's tiny pussy, a wave of misery and shame washed over me.
I shook off the filthy feeling, steeled myself, and brought my lips to the slick folds.
Smack♡.
The instant I did—
Squish!
Marin clamped her soft thighs around my cheeks and gently stroked my hair.
Her touch felt eerily chilling, somehow.
"That's it, now you're acting like a cute little puppy. This is the mandatory etiquette whenever you enter my room. Remember it well from now on."
***
Hoo...
I finished showering and headed back to Marin's room. Even from the hallway, that faint mint scent crept into my nose again.
As I stepped inside, towel-drying my messy hair, Marin—who had showered first—was sitting by the bed, reading a book.
Unlike earlier when she'd at least worn her sweater, now she was completely naked, clutching a teddy bear to her chest.
The bear's head sank plushly into her moderately swollen breasts.
It was kinda cute... but my cock kept threatening to stiffen at the sight.
Strange.
Until I'd been forced here, I'd dreaded endless torture.
Surprisingly, though, Marin might've gotten a bit annoyed, but she hadn't hit me or treated me harshly.
As long as I didn't upset her, she seemed indifferent—like a lofty cloud, detached and serene, issuing only minor commands.
I approached the bed slowly. Noticing me, Marin checked the clock on the wall and shot me a sharp glare.
"...You're late. Showers over ten minutes are inefficient. From now on, finish in five."
What is this, the army...? Her controlling even my shower time made her seem just like a drill sergeant.
Sniff, sniff.
As I stared at her with a sullen expression, Marin set her book aside and came over, inspecting every inch of my body for scent.
Especially my cock. She gently laid her palm under the rigid, upright shaft—clearly pissed off—and examined it meticulously for ages.
"Hm, now you smell just like me—nice and clean mint. Pass."
Then she stood on tiptoe, patted my head, and suddenly started praising me.
"Not very puppy-like, but at least you know how to shower properly."
It felt like rewarding a pet that aced its training. But... for some reason, it made me feel good.
A bit embarrassed, I glanced down—and realized her tiny nipples were brushing my stomach since she was pressed so close.
She looked up at me with a satisfied faint smile. God, it was impossible not to get worked up.
Is this the thrill of pleasing your owner?
The mix of carrot and stick was awkward and humiliating, but I was getting hooked.
Even as shame flushed my face, I kissed her pussy once more and sat on the bed.
That's when I noticed the bed overflowing with teddy bears. Beside them, Marin was delicately pulling up the covers, still naked.
Fine for a slave like me, but this gorgeous woman sleeping so defenseless?
It made no sense, so I asked.
"...Miss, are you sleeping like that?"
Either oblivious to my intent or just dense, Marin blinked at me for a long moment before cupping her breasts with her small, pretty hand.
"...Obviously. Sleeping naked is more efficient for health."
"...I see."
That damn efficiency...
Marin seemed to prioritize efficiency above all else.
A total value-for-money fanatic, in one word.
And yet she casually hugged a teddy bear tight. Maybe those bears had some insane health benefits too?
"I prepared a pillow, so lie down next to me. Plenty of teddies if you wanna hug one."
"...I'm good."
No way was I hugging a teddy bear as a grown man. I quietly slipped under the covers, propped my head on the pillow, and lay down.
Marin switched off the bedside lamp and sidled up beside me, lying down.
Even with me right there, she was utterly defenseless—back pressed to my shoulder as she turned away.
Her warmth radiated right next to me. The fresh shampoo scent from her damp hair tickled my nose sharply.
I stared at the dark ceiling for a bit, then asked her.
"...Miss Marin, can I ask you something?"
"...Shoot."
"Even so, I'm still a stranger—a man. Doesn't it scare you sharing the bed?"
...Hoo.
Marin let out a deep, annoyed sigh.
Turn.
I glanced her way, and she rolled over from hugging her bear, facing me.
"Why would it? You're not a man."
"Well, biologically, I've got the equipment."
"Hmph. Doesn't look that way to me. You're just a big house dog."
...Now she's straight-up calling me a dog.
Sure, I was a rightless slave, but being treated like a pet to my face was seriously uncomfortable.
Yet my heart pounded wildly in response.
Partly because her moonlit, sculpture-perfect face stirred something in me—but mostly from her soft breast brushing my arm.
"What, planning to jump me?"
"...No, nothing like that."
"You can."
"...Pardon?"
"Once I'm asleep, I don't wake easy. Do whatever you want. It's what I've been hoping for."
Marin grabbed my rock-hard cock firmly, squeezing it as she continued.
"But the moment I get pregnant, you're my exclusive slave from that day on. Bow only to me, obey only my orders."
She wedged my stiff shaft deep between her cool thighs like a restraint, then took my arm and pressed it to her soft breast.
"Until the day you die. Forever."
The sharp mint scent filled my nostrils.
It sent chills racing across my skin—my cock felt like it was freezing solid.
"See? Not a bad deal for you. I can turn you into an intelligent, refined stud—unlike those other monkeys."
"N-No... Thanks for the offer, but that's not what I meant."
Of course, my instincts screamed to ravage this icy beauty and knock her up.
But my rational mind flat-out refused.
If I got her pregnant, I'd be trapped forever under her rigid, nitpicky rules.
Judging by everything she'd shown so far, 100%—no, 1,000% certain.
Just thinking about it exhausted me already.
I flashed an awkward smile and inched away. Marin snorted and released my captive cock.
"Hmph, boring."
I thought she'd turn away again, but before she did, she glanced back with a smile.
"Still, puppy—you're growing on me. Should be fun training you."
"R-Really?"
"Good thing. You're the first living thing to pique my interest. Ever."
Wow... Somehow, that didn't thrill me at all.
Her tone already put people beneath her. Total arrogant rich-kid vibe.
...But why the pang in my chest?
She'd lived in a totally different world—different personality, background—but I felt an inexplicable kinship.
Clutching my aching heart, I stared back at the ceiling.
Slap.
Marin pressed her back to my shoulder and murmured softly.
"Sleep well, good little scaredy-puppy."
So there I was, pitching a tent under the covers with my raging hard-on, forcing my thoughts to stop and trying to sleep.
...Though with a venomous holy grail of a woman beside me, who knew if I'd actually drift off.