Chapter 68 — The Dog and I (2)
Chapter 68 — The Dog and I (2)
Mihon began to ease Helen's tension.
Her lingering shame and sad memories gradually faded. Repeating Roan's words, Helen felt a tingling joy spread through her entire body.
Roan called out toward the door.
"You there."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Bring a switch and a demon beast whip."
The reply contained no hesitation.
"Understood, Your Majesty."
Standing with her legs apart and hands behind her back, Helen's body trembled faintly.
Someone would enter this room at any moment.
Helen's fear was conveyed directly to Roan.
But as if he paid no mind to such trivialities, Roan called her name.
"Lie face down."
Roan patted his own thighs with a light tap-tap.
Helen flinched.
She had countless experiences of lying prostrate to receive punishment, but she had never been told to lay her body across someone's lap.
Yet she could not hesitate.
Even questioning it inwardly, Helen lay face down across Roan's lap. Her breasts spilled past his thigh, crushed against the sofa.
"Hut...."
Her tensed nipples chafed against the fabric, and an involuntary moan escaped Helen's lips.
With slightly narrowed eyes, Roan pushed up her shirt and lightly stroked Helen's bottom. The sight of her long legs and fair skin stretching out beneath the white shirt was pleasing.
"H-hiik...!"
The moment Roan's fingers touched her flesh, Helen cried out again and jerked slightly.
"Even a filthy body will be forgiven if it takes its punishment well. I shall wash away the remaining marks with my own semen."
"Hut..., yes. Master.... Thank you...."
Helen's voice grew hazy with anticipation.
Roan caressed her body along the grain of her white skin. Her bottom and waist, her thighs, and the secret place between them.
For a fleeting instant, Roan's long fingers grazed the slick crevice between her legs.
"H-huuut...."
"You are due for punishment, yet your leaking shows no sign of stopping."
"I am sorry, Master...."
Her body was highly sensitive from anticipation and excitement. Even the mere brush of Roan's fingers made a sultry moan escape through Helen's tightly clenched teeth.
Hearing Roan's words, Helen tried to clench her intimate parts with some effort, but the fluttering motion only stimulated Roan's lower body.
Clear fluid clung to the tips of Roan's fingers.
The clear fluid, copiously smeared from a mere passing touch, stretched between two fingers.
'A magnificent sight.'
In his real life, he had not possessed this particular taste.
He had occasionally slapped a woman's bottom during sex, but he had never considered truly training someone or inflicting pain as if it were a game.
He thought he might feel repulsed, but
so far, her restless squirming was rather endearing. Imagining the way Helen would whimper and cry as he tormented her was pleasant in its own way.
He had once seen a romantic comedy film about a couple where one liked to hit and the other liked to be hit. Roan reviewed a few pieces of knowledge he had gleaned from that film.
A master had to act masterful,
and there had to be something called a safe word.
In the end, this sort of thing was a kind of mutual pleasure meant to heighten each other's excitement, so it had to be safe.
'Hmm, there are more things to pay attention to than I thought.'
Fortunately, the Demon King's outward appearance overflowed with dignity.
There was no body better suited to becoming a master.
"Helen."
Already beginning to pant from excitement, Helen barely managed an answer.
"...H-huk, yes.... Master."
"I will give you your punishment now."
He could distinctly feel Helen's entire body stiffen with tension. Yet Roan's voice was kind in an offhand way.
"When the punishment is pain too hard to bear."
At the unexpected words, Helen tried to turn her head to look back at Roan. But the position of her bottom and waist already pinned across his lap prevented it.
Helen listened intently to her master's words in a daze.
"Call me not Master, but Your Majesty. At any time whatsoever, I will stop and hear your words."
Helen's eyes flew wide open.
Words she had never imagined.
If I wish it... the pain will stop at any time.
But because of the words that followed, Helen's thoughts could not continue.
"Once the switch arrives."
Helen bit her lip.
A smile crept unbidden to the corner of her mouth.
An expression none could see, buried as it was against the sofa.
"For the offense of leaking on your own, you will first receive ten strokes."
"...Yes, Master."
"What did I just say?"
Her suppressed voice was concealing joy.
"For the... offense of leaking on my own. I receive ten strokes...."
"And what should you say to the Master who is disciplining his wicked bitch?"
Helen gasped.
"Thank..., thank you, Master. Please... punish this lewd bitch who leaks everywhere...."
In that instant, Roan's hand sliced through the empty air.
"H-hiik!!"
Helen's upper body bucked upward.
A bright red handprint was engraved on her pure white bottom in a flash.
But Roan's voice remained languid as ever.
"Count."
"O, one...."
Helen's hands clenched the sofa tight.
It was pain that felt as though it tore her flesh.
Before she could even brace herself, the sharp sound of flesh striking flesh rang out once more.
"H-huuut...! Twoooo.... Hic...."
Helen clenched her teeth.
Her slender back shivered faintly under the loose shirt.
Again, the sound of a slap—.
"Uk...! H-huk..., thr-reee."
Helen's hands, gripping the sofa, trembled.
She began to fear the pain that would follow.
But her body converted the fear into pleasure and transformed it into the fluid running down between her legs.
Her entrance began to grow even wetter.
"H-huuung! Huut, hut..., f-four...."
The sharper the pain that ripped across Helen's bottom, the more excitement and pleasure began to mix into her moans.
As Roan struck her bottom a few more times, Helen's once snow-white flesh began to swell and grow puffy. Roan caressed the swollen skin.
The insides of her thighs were slick with her arousal.
"Our bitch is so excessively lewd."
"Hic, h-huuut..., yes.... Master...."
Helen answered while swallowing back tears.
"I intended to give you punishment, but at this rate... Perhaps I must hurry and strike you with the switch for it to feel like a real punishment."
"H-huk..., hic.... I-I am sorry.... Master...."
Roan's voice was tender.
Even through the dazed pain, Helen grew joyful.
Many had struck her, but
none had caressed her this gently.
Many had berated her as lewd, but
none had spoken to her this sweetly.
Thus, even amid this piercing agony,
Helen felt a sense of relief.
Mihon gently stroked at Helen's memories.
The humiliating and repulsive memories of the past that Helen had momentarily forgotten were filled in by the pain given by Roan.
And that pain became Helen's joy.
Her sobs held a note of rapture.
"For being so lewd..., hic, I am sorry, Master...."
Unable to gaze upon her master's face, Helen wagged her bottom side to side, a subtle motion.
Because she had no tail.
"Please, punish this hopeless bitch..., h-huuk!"
The sound of flesh striking flesh once more.
Helen wept.
"Hic, h-huk.... E-e..., h-huk...."
"Properly."
"Ei, eight...."
I had no idea she would even wag her bottom like that.
It was incredible.
If she had been wearing a tail, it would have been even more incredible.
Helen's body was glamorous.
The feel of her full breasts pressing down on one of his knees already distracted him, and then her taut, thoroughly swollen bottom moved as if in seduction while she begged for corporal punishment with vulgar words.
However fine a body, a palm is a fragile part. Roan surreptitiously clenched and unclenched his fist a few times.
Yet it likely did not hurt as much as Helen was hurting.
From the pain, Helen had already been sniffling for a while.
His member, erect for some time now, throbbed.
He wanted to thrust it in at once and make a mess of her.
He wanted to drop everything and just ram into her wildly.
But foreplay was essential.
A twisted smile crossed Roan's lips.
I see this side existed within me too.
It was then.
"Your Majesty. I have brought them."
Helen's body flinched in shock.
But Roan's tone was as usual.
"Come in."
"M-Master...?"
Helen's whisper was thin as a thread about to snap.
The door to the guest room opened relentlessly.
"...!"
The servant who entered the room flinched in surprise at the sight of Roan and Helen. Yet Roan spoke without even glancing at the servant.
"Set them on the table and leave. I am in the middle of training a dog."
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
It was common for His Majesty to use a sex slave.
When one drew chamber duty, clearing away all manner of erotic evidence and gathering up strewn-about sex slaves to send them away was a daily routine.
Things had been quiet for a while, but that was merely a fraction of the time the Emperor had spent in this castle.
And so the servant placed the switch and whip on the table as though there was nothing out of the ordinary and withdrew. His Majesty seemed to have found a new amusement.
Yet his gaze could not help but drift toward Helen's naked form. It was a figure any humanoid male demon would covet.
Her upper body was hidden by the shirt, but her swollen bottom looked captivating contrasted with her slender waist, and her long white legs stretching below were slick with arousal and sweat.
The servant barely concealed his gaze and exited the room.
Throughout this, Helen had remained frozen, unable even to breathe.
"H-hiik!"
A sharp scream burst from Helen's lips at the sudden pain on her bottom.
"H-huuut, huuut, huuut...."
Roan's corporal punishment continued.
Helen gasped for the breath she had been unable to take.
"Do you like it?"
Sobbing, Helen spoke.
"Hic, h-huk, i-it hurts...."
"I asked if you like it."
Unable even to wipe the brimming tears from her eyes, Helen answered like a moan.
"I-I, like it, Master...."
"That servant probably liked it too."
Roan's gentle words.
Helen inhaled a breath and tensed her whole body rigidly.
"No matter who saw you, you were a bitch. A bitch who put her body on her master's lap, got her bottom hit, and kept dripping everywhere. A lewd body any man would want to pound into. Isn't that right?"
"H-huuut, yes.... Yes, Master."
Even at Roan's sharp rebuke, Helen had no choice but to nod in affirmation.
"That servant may have returned to his quarters and jerked off once while thinking of your body."
"...!"
Helen trembled violently with shame.
But Roan's words did not stop.
"Do you know why, Helen?"
After a moment of silence, Helen barely managed to answer.
"It is because... I am a vulgar bitch...."
"That is an excellent answer."
As if praising her, Roan stroked Helen's head once. Helen's body flinched, then stiffened.
"You are a bitch who entices men. But, you must entice others no more."
At the hand gently stroking her head,
Helen wanted to lean into it.
"Because you are my bitch alone."
At the sweetly whispered voice, Helen felt her heart clench tight again.
In a choked voice, Helen answered.
"Master's alone... bitch...."
"So that from now on, no matter who sees you, they will know you are mine...."
A hint of laughter could be felt in Roan's voice.
"You must be thoroughly trained and be reborn as my bitch alone. Is that not so, Helen?"
Helen shuddered in ecstasy.
A joy with nothing greater wrapped itself around her whole body.
Her master's affection, declaring this worthless, dirty body his own, moved Helen deeply.
And so, Helen answered involuntarily.
"Yes, so that no matter who sees, they will know I am Master's.... I will become a magnificent bitch...."
Roan swallowed his breath for a moment.
The smile that soon rose was a mischievous face.
"What sort of thing is a magnificent bitch, Helen?"
After a moment lost in thought, Helen answered.
"A magnificent bitch is one who thinks only of Master day and night, who preciously licks Master from his face to the tips of his toes, and who serves Master's imposing member at any time."
Roan let out a small laugh.
How could anyone call this sight anything but endearing. Roan continued to stroke Helen's head.
With her swollen bottom still draped across Roan's lap, Helen continued speaking.
"Enough that anyone can tell I am Master's bitch, I will always proudly display Master's scent and marks. I will preciously accept Master's semen wherever he bestows it. That... is what I think a magnificent... bitch is."
Helen's voice gradually dwindled away.
It seemed she had lost a little of her confidence.
As if soothing her, Roan stroked Helen's head. Roan's voice was mild.
"You know it well, Helen."
Joy was contained in Helen's answer.
"Yes, Master."
"Then, this time."
On Helen's already swollen and fiercely hot bottom, Roan's palm once more left a bright red mark.
"Hiiik!"
"What number was that?"
"...Hic...!"
Helen's face contorted with despair.
Distracted by the servant coming and going and by their conversation, she had forgotten the count of how many strokes she had received.
The laughter vanished from Roan's voice.
"Get up."
Staggering, and unable even to fix her face, a mess of tears, saliva, and sweat, Helen climbed off Roan's lap.
"Bring the switch."