Maid Angela's Training, Part 2
In the dark room, beneath the white sheets illuminated by the faint moonlight, my beastly vision flashes. It is faint, but I can see it clearly: Mistress Angela's pussy. It looks like she shaves. Her labia majora, completely devoid of even the finest peach fuzz, is a plump, perfect vertical slit, with no sagging or protruding flesh.
Sniff, sniff. A faint, musky female scent wafts over me, confirming she really did get aroused when she let me suck her nipples earlier. I want to bury my nose in her pussy right this second and shove my tongue inside to eat her out, but doing that could seriously get me killed. Tense and trembling, I hesitate between Angela's thighs, debating my options. Should I do it? Or should I play it safe?
But if there's a male out there who can resist a lewd maid's pussy right in front of his eyes, he deserves to have his man-card revoked. Very carefully, I bring my mouth to her slit and give it a slow, wet lick. Maybe a dog's taste buds are different from a human's, because I detect a bittersweet flavor. So this is what Mistress Angela tastes like... Hehehehehe. I cautiously begin to lick the outer folds.
Slurp... slurp... lick... "Mnh..." Just the touch of my tongue on her pussy already elicits a reaction. Damn, she's sensitive. I have no choice but to be even more careful. Very slowly, I lick the outer lips before slipping my tongue right into her opening.
Angela's tight little hole feels even narrower and more packed than the silver-haired beauty's from yesterday, to the point where my tiny puppy tongue can barely squeeze in. I force it inside anyway and monitor her reaction. Angela remains silent. Chalking it up as a win, I push my tongue all the way in and swirl it around. Immediately, a soft moan escapes her lips: "Ngh..." Damn. She really is sensitive. Fearing she might wake up, I slowly push my tongue even deeper, until I feel a slight barrier. It is her hymen. Realizing Angela is a virgin, I scream in triumph inside my head. One day, I am absolutely going to take this pussy's virginity.
"Mmmgh..." Sensing Angela tossing and turning as if about to wake up, I quickly pull my tongue out and roll over onto my back. I desperately pretend to be fast asleep while keeping my ears perked. Phew... I didn't get caught. Heh. Once she settles, I get back up. She is lying on her side now, so I approach her exposed slit and resume eating her out. Even slower than before, I give her a deep, wet licking until her juices slowly begin to flow. The urge to shove my dick inside and breed her raw almost drives me insane, but I hold it back with sheer willpower and keep licking. Man, I'm a total pussy-eating simp... or rather, a pussy-eating dog.
Whenever I run out of stamina from licking her down there, I snuggle into her chest and suck on her nipples. I alternate between her pussy and her nipples until I'm on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. By the end, my mouth is completely covered in a mix of her juices and my drool. Angela's pussy is swollen red from arousal, and her nipples are fully erect—the perfect picture of a female in heat. Wearing a faint, smug smile, I finally conclude my session of legal sexual harassment, curl up in her arms, let out a massive yawn, and drift off to sleep.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Something nudges my body. My eyes flutter open, and looking up, I see Angela sitting on the bed, already changed into her maid uniform.
"Wake up. It is morning."
"Haaawn..."
"Even your yawns are adorable."
She fills a silver dish with milk and sets it down. Since I'm already starving, I rush forward, but her booted foot blocks my path.
"Wait."
"Whimper..."
When I sit down obediently, she pats my head and gives my butt a gentle tap.
"Good boy. You may eat."
"Bark!"
Slurp! Lap! Lap! Lap! The moment she gives the okay, I bury my snout in the dish and lap up the milk like crazy. Angela looks down at me with a pleased expression.
"To think you learned table manners in just one day. Truly marvelous. Let us go for a walk together today."
Smack, smack. Once I finish every last drop, she wipes my mouth with a cloth, pulls a leash out from her apron, and clips it to my collar. The sudden tug of the leash makes my eyes snap wide open. Whoa, now I get why crazy dogs go even wilder when they're put on a leash. This feels completely restrictive.
"Follow me closely."
"Bark!"
She opens the door and steps out, and I trot right behind her heels. Her stride is neither too fast nor too slow, a perfect pace for a young pup like me to keep up with.
"Pant, pant, pant." Sticking as close to Angela's side as possible, I look up and spot a faint smile playing on her lips, which instantly lifts my spirits. After all, a happy owner means a happy life, right? We head out of the mansion and make our way to the garden I saw yesterday.
The fresh scent of grass, the faint mist of water, the sweet and tangy fragrance of flowers... and then, the sweet aroma of sugar and the savory scent of baked flour. Turning my head toward the source of the smell, I see someone enjoying tea and refreshments on chairs set up in the center of the garden.
A beautiful noblewoman with long, elegantly styled blonde hair and a middle-aged man with short silver hair wearing a luxurious jacket are chatting and laughing together. Angela pulls lightly on my leash as she walks toward them. I get her intention. Is she introducing me to socialize me?
"Good morning, Milady, Baron Hodin."
"Maid Angela? What brings you here?"
The noblewoman greets Angela with a warm smile. Angela adjusts her glasses and gestures toward me.
"I have come to seek permission to raise a puppy."
"Oh, what a tiny little fellow. Is it Yerika's familiar?"
"No, Milady. I intend to raise him as my own pet. Though I have already received the head butler's permission, I felt it only proper to obtain consent from the masters of the house, which is why I have come to you directly."
"Hmm."
Hearing this, the male half of the noble couple, Baron Esper, strokes his well-groomed beard and looks down at me. Judging by the scar on his face that contrasts with his solemn expression, his bulging arm muscles, and the sword sheathed at his hip, this middle-aged man is no ordinary noble. I need to get on these people's good side if I want to survive in this mansion, right?
"Maid Angela. You wish to raise a pet yourself? Has there been some change of heart?"
The man's deep, resonant voice carries the natural dignity of high nobility.
"No, My Lord. I simply believe this little puppy will be of help to the great Esper family, and that he will bring me good fortune as well."
"This mere puppy?"
"Yes. He is a spirit beast. He will undoubtedly be of help."
Baron Esper looks down at me as if looking at a bizarre curiosity. But in reality, his gaze is no different from a middle-aged man staring blankly at a common mutt on the street. Shit. My fate is decided right here, isn't it?
Tommy, ready for launch. I'll do absolutely anything to stay in Mistress Angela's warm embrace!
Angela unclips my leash and whispers softly, "Tommy? Go to the Master."
"Bark!"
The moment she gives the command, I dash forward, spinning my tail like a helicopter at breakneck speed. I quickly march right up to Baron Esper—who ranks far above my Mistress Angela—and sit down with perfect, dignified posture. Panting softly, I lock eyes with the middle-aged noble, staring up at him with bright, intelligent eyes.
"Hmm. Seeing how he approaches a stranger without fear, he seems quite friendly. And he looks sharp, too."
"That is not all. Tommy, spin around."
"Bark!"
Repeating the order in my head, I spin in a perfect circle and sit back down in my exact original spot.
"Oh my."
"What an intriguing creature."
The gazes of both nobles lock onto me. Finding this highly amusing, the noblewoman sets down her teacup and stares at me.
"Shall I try as well? Sit, little one."
"Bark!"
I sit down instantly.
"...He actually sat? Then how about this... Roll to the left. Oh my goodness! Now to the right. He can do that too? Then... go all the way to the fountain over there and come back.... Oh, heavens!"
As I execute even her complex commands without a single mistake, the beautiful noblewoman's face is painted with pure shock.
Seeing this, Angela wears a proud, knowing smile, her lips curving upward.
"A dog... no, a puppy that understands human speech? And at such a young age?" Baron Esper's eyes go wide with astonishment.
"Dear, this is on par with a familiar raised by an experienced tamer or a high-ranking mage. Even if the artifact around his neck assists with translation... this is incredibly rare. Maid Angela, where on earth did you find him?"
"I purchased him from a pet shop in the market."
"My goodness. Still, it is rather strange. Could he be someone else's escaped familiar, or perhaps a magic beast?"
At the noblewoman's worried remark, Angela smiles warmly.
"I had Lady Yerika examine him yesterday. She assured me there are no issues."
"...Then this is a true windfall."
The noblewoman smiles and gently strokes my head. Ah, that feels nice. Heh. How's that, humans? Behold the power of the hyper-intelligent genius dog, Tommy!
"Hmm. I have something I would like to test as well."
Baron Esper picks something up from the table and holds it in front of my face. A savory, salty aroma. An irresistible, deep red slice. It is... a piece of jerky! Oh my god!
Gulp. My mouth waters instantly. Is he just giving this to me? Long live Baron Esper!
"Wait."
I knew it. At the Baron's command, I lick my chops but remain perfectly still. After staring at me intensely for a long moment, the Baron commands again:
"Eat."
"Bark!"
The instant the command leaves his mouth, I snatch the piece of jerky from his fingers and start chewing furiously. Oh my fucking god, what is this heavenly taste? So this is what meat tastes like! They say once a monk tastes meat, not even the fleas are left in the temple. Holy shit, the sheer impact of eating meat for the first time since reincarnating in this fantasy world is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"...He is exceptionally intelligent."
"My Lord, may I keep him?"
"Of course. I grant my permission. Not only because you asked, Angela, but having such a clever spirit beast will surely elevate our family's prestige. Hahaha!"
With the middle-aged noble's hearty laugh of approval, I spin my tail like a helicopter and go absolutely wild with joy. Thank you, old man!
"However, there is one more thing I would like to try."
He pulls a small ring box from his chest pocket. Inside the box, where there should have been two rings, only one remains. Holding the box right in front of my nose, the Baron speaks.
"This is a pair of rings my wife and I wore when we were courting in our youth. However, I recently lost one of them in the garden. I had the servants search every nook and cranny, but they couldn't find it. I feel like you might be able to."
Baron Esper—or rather, the old man—pats my head and gives the order. Hell yeah, you bet your ass I can! I mobilize my full canine olfactory senses and sniff the ring box. The scent of aged wood and the distinct metallic tang of gold. I lock onto the unique scent that humans could never perceive and begin sniffing around. A ring. If it's a ring, is it buried in the dirt? If it's been lost for a while, where could it have gone? Memorizing the scent of the ring, I scour the grass and soil, running back and forth. Is it here? No, over here? I can feel their eyes glued to my every move. Even my Mistress Angela is watching with such intense anticipation that my back practically stings. Fulfilling my master's expectations is the ultimate duty of a dog! I'll find it no matter what it takes...!
Sniff, sniff! ...Wait, what?! Suddenly, something catches my nose. A metallic scent, heavily rusted. It is right beneath the fountain. I sprint to the source of the smell and start digging furiously with my front paws. The scent grows stronger. Finally, feeling something hard and metallic, I don't even bother to check what it is—I just grab it in my mouth and dash back to Baron Esper.
Pant, pant, pant. "Hahaha!" The old man bursts into a hearty laugh the moment he sees what's in my mouth. What? What the fuck? Is this not the ring? I spit it out onto the ground. It is none other than...
"A rusty piece of iron. I have no idea what it was used for..." It is a round, heavily rusted piece of metal. Even so, the Baron pats my head as if finding me endearing, and I hang my head with a dejected expression.
"Whimper..."
"It is alright. You still did your job well. You are truly intelligent." Every time the old man's rough hand strokes my head, my skull rattles back and forth, but since it's praise, it doesn't feel too bad.
Just then, "D-Dear... look at this." The noblewoman carefully picks up the rusty piece of metal I brought back. "...I think this is my late mother's keepsake." Her voice is soft, choked with tears as she is swept away by old memories.