Ventorino Kingdom - Sprouting (11)
“W-woof♥”
Valdes deliberately started with the least humiliating piece first.
As he personally tied the headband around her head, Clara gave a violent shiver. It was only a headband, and yet something about it already felt wrong. Fake or not, it somehow made her feel like a dog before she could even think it through. No—she was already a dog. Her master’s faithful bitch.
Next came the collar. More precisely, the dog collar.
With a sharp click, the collar locked in place, and this time she trembled all over. It was smoother than she’d expected, yet just a little rough at the same time; there was no mistaking the feel of leather. Then there was the cold touch of the metal hanging from it. More than the night air she knew so well, it made her heart race.
Perhaps because the collar had a little slack, it still didn’t feel suffocating. And just when that started to register as a tiny complaint, Valdes moved behind her.
“H-hic!”
“Hm? What’s this? Our bitch getting the hiccups?”
“W-woof….”
At the boy’s teasing, Clara blushed and let out a tiny bark.
She couldn’t help it.
The next thing he was about to put on her was on an entirely different level from the first two.
It’s an anal plug, with a fluffy little dog tail attached. But the princess had no idea what it was for—more precisely, where it was supposed to go. A long, protruding shaft, all ridged and bumpy. She knew there were only two places something like that could go.
Her pussy, or her ass.
W-where is he going to put it…?
Either answer would be shocking in its own way.
The latter hardly needed explaining. To think of stuffing something into a filthy hole used only for defecation was enough to make her spine go cold. She didn’t actually believe something like that could fit into her narrow little ass, but if her master wanted to put it there, then she had no choice but to accept it.
And then there was the former—her pussy. That one made her tremble for a very different reason. Unlike her ass, this place was meant for insertion from the start, but there was one problem.
Clara was still a virgin.
In other words, at the rate things were going, even her precious maidenhead—the thing a woman should protect so carefully, and a princess even more so—might be taken by nothing more than an object, not even a man.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been terrifying. And yet for some reason, she could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest. Not from fear. From somewhere deep in her mind, a little thrill was slowly, slyly rising to the surface.
Ahh, ahaha…♡
Princess Clara Ventorino.
She was far more of a pervert than Valdes had ever imagined. Even without the Stigma magic or the charm spell, if he’d set his mind to it, he could have brought her to heel within a month. That filthy nature lurking inside her had simply begun bursting out in a twisted direction because of Valdes’ own Stigma.
And Valdes was magnificently giving that nature what it wanted.
Just like now.
Fwoosh—
“K-khuh?! H, haah—ah, a-aah, m-mas—!”
Pain and pleasure pierced her all at once as the anal plug drove deep inside. Clara forgot even how to bark and slammed her blurred face down toward the ground. He hadn’t shoved her hard enough to hurt her.
Her forehead didn’t even ache. There was no room to think about that when the sensations from her rear were so overwhelming.
“Hah… h-hhh… u, uhaaa…♥”
With only her twitching hips lifted, the princess let out breathy little gasps again and again.
“Our bitch, you didn’t just speak human, did you?”
“Haa, hngh! W-woof, w-woof…!”
“That’s right. Good girl. Hurt a little, did it?”
Valdes soothed her by stroking her ass. It was almost like he was rubbing the sore spot with his hand. It was a tiny gesture, nothing more, and yet it was enough to calm the princess’s heart. In truth, she was already feeling pleasure just as intense as the pain.
The touch carried her master’s affection and warmth, scattering the ache far away and leaving only sweet delight behind. As he gently petted her ass, Clara soon began to whimper with bliss.
“Haaah… ngh….”
“Feeling better now?”
“Woof….”
“Then let’s go for a walk, Clara.”
“...Woof♥”
He took his hand away from her ass and straightened up. The warm sensation lingering in her hips vanished, and though she felt a little disappointed, she was also bright with anticipation at the thought of a tender walk with her master.
Valdes tugged on the leash in his hand. At the little tugs against her neck, Clara finally understood in her bones that she was really wearing a dog collar now. The tight pressure around her throat made her feel thoroughly bound to him.
And then the master who had been walking ahead of her suddenly stopped.
“Woof?”
Wondering what was wrong, she lifted her head a little and looked up at him.
“A dog should go first with things like this.”
“W-woof….”
At the lewd look he cast down at her from above, Clara shivered all over. Still, she slowly shifted her hands and knees along the ground and moved forward.
“Mhn… w-woof…, h-hah…♡”
With every step—no, every crawl—the princess-turned-bitch let out hot, excited breaths.
For now it was only a lonely alley, but if she went a little farther, or rather crawled a little farther, she would reach the main street. The same street she usually strode down half-naked without a care. It was the middle of the night, so there still weren’t many people around, but even so, her pace was far slower than when she normally walked with brisk, confident steps.
Valdes could always slip away if necessary, but Clara, on all fours like an animal, would be caught before she even had a chance to hide. Of course, if she simply stood up on two legs like a human, it would be possible—but that thought never once entered Clara’s head.
That wasn’t the only thing making her excited.
“Heh, is our bitch in heat? You keep wiggling that ass.”
“W-woof…♡”
That sharp gaze from behind. The master’s eyes, blatantly staring at the ass with the anal plug shoved inside it, kept making her lower half moist.
Being naked only made it worse; there was no hiding it, no stopping the thing trickling down between her thighs. She could only let it seep out and soak the ground if that was what happened.
“......”
Watching Princess Clara slowly lead the way, Valdes was lost in thought.
This is more fun than I expected.
That was the first thing that came to mind.
Training a girl into a voyeuristic pet. Naturally, it was something he had never done before. He hadn’t even liked animals all that much to begin with. In fact, he had never raised even something as common as a chicken or a dog. So he’d fumbled around a little, but walking a bitch like this around the streets wasn’t half bad.
What came next was also about Clara, though this time it leaned more toward concern.
The lewdness buried deep in the princess’s heart. Valdes had begun to sense that too. It was obvious, really—how long had he been training her, and yet she had accepted him so easily, even becoming more and more active on her own?
The same was true just now.
With a little unease, he had driven the anal plug a bit more firmly into her rear. Even accounting for the fact that he had loosened her up with his fingers the day before, and for the magic embedded in the plug itself, the Stigma carved into her, and lastly the charm spell on top of that, her reaction still felt excessive.
It was obvious she felt more pleasure than pain. She was the most depraved and lust-struck woman he had met so far. And because he was the one who’d awakened that sleeping nature, he couldn’t help but worry.
I’ll need to keep tight control over her.
A woman like Princess Clara especially needed to be kept on a short leash.
He knew very well that she didn’t love him yet, and that she was doing all this purely because of lust and sexual appetite. In any case, there was no chance that her fiancé, Lloyd, would be able to accept this kind of disposition. For a nobleman raised in ordinary decency, this level of depravity was more than he could ever handle.
That didn’t mean he could just let her run wild with anyone else, either. Of course, that might hit Marc even harder, but in turn it would create problems for controlling the Ventorino Kingdom and Queen Katarina. In other words, somehow or other, Clara had to end up in his hands too.
Come to think of it, maybe this is what you’d call karma....
It wasn’t just a one-night fling; he had trained and broken her to the point where she could affect his personality, even if only a little. His nature, and his possessiveness, would never allow him to simply toss her aside.
In the end, Valdes needed to train Clara perfectly.
So that even after he left this kingdom, she wouldn’t be able to think of another man. At most, he’d make her dependent only on the woman who was also his—and who would become his woman if things went his way—her own mother, Katarina, or the dark elves. In short, he needed to break that habit of hers once and for all.
It’s a little troublesome, but I suppose that’s part of the fun of revenge.
Even while he walked with such idle thoughts in his head, the two of them continued their night stroll without a hitch.
That was only natural.
After all, Yueli was controlling the area with the spirits and her own power. No one could come near without his permission.
The true pleasure of exposure was supposed to come from the thrill of possibly being caught, but Valdes had no desire to experience that himself. In any case, Clara was already so aroused that she wouldn’t have noticed something like that anyway.
Of course, Clara wasn’t stupid enough not to find it odd that there had been no people for several days in a row. So he’d deliberately added the occasional sound of footsteps, giving only her a greater sense of suspense.
Last night, when they circled the royal garden, he hadn’t even borrowed Yueli’s power. If he made one mistake, there was a real chance other people would notice them.
Even if that happened, Valdes could always use magic to hide them at once, but once something like that occurred, Clara would start believing, deep down, that no matter what happened, Valdes would handle it for her.
And that would make her less excited.
So today he had arranged one more little piece of theater.
Something to make Clara even more tense, and even more aroused.
“......”
“W-woof… w-woof, woof…♥”
Only the occasional fabricated footsteps from Yueli and the bark of his bitch echoed down the night street. By the time they had more or less covered three-quarters of their usual route, a little relief began to blossom in Clara’s heart.
It was the same road she always walked. She had come this far, so surely nothing special would happen now. And even if something did, the distance was still right for hiding her body quickly. Naturally, her excitement began to settle.
And then, from far away, she heard footsteps.
Click-clack. Rustle-rustle.
“W-woof…? W-woof, woof…!”
“Yes, yes. I know. So be quiet.”
“W-woof….”
They were different from the usual footsteps.
For one thing, there were two people. And the rhythm of their steps was different, too. Which meant their genders—or at least their clothing—must be quite different.
And there was one more unusual thing.
“Hmm. I can see them now.”
“Woof? W-woof!”
“Hush. Why are you so noisy tonight?”
“Woof woof!”
They were getting closer, and from a little distance away at that—headed straight for Valdes and Clara.
Of course, Clara’s face went pale as paper as she barked frantically. She didn’t have the courage to challenge him in human speech, so she kept calling out to him in the same flat dog bark.
But Valdes only tightened his grip on the leash, smiling with lazy amusement.
As Clara’s mind spun in confusion over her master’s mysterious behavior, the figures walking toward them finally came into view. The bitch’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. She recognized the woman in the dress walking in front, even if she didn’t know the knight following behind her.
“Oh my, Sir Valdes. What are you doing in a place like this?”
“Good evening, Princess Mari.”
It had only been recently that there had been talk of her engagement to her younger sister.
Clara froze in place, unable to do anything at the sight of Mari greeting them with a bright, ordinary smile. She did nothing but breathe quietly through her nose.
“I’m taking a walk with a dog I’ve become close to here.”
“?!”
“My, really?”
Mari’s gaze slowly lowered and came to rest on the neighboring kingdom’s princess, who was now acting like a dog. Clara, at a loss in the face of this incomprehensible situation, averted her eyes from Mari’s.
All the while her thoughts were in complete disarray.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. We got caught like this? Ah, I’m done for now. Why, why is my master... why is my master just standing there? Why? Ah, what am I supposed to say? Should I stand up right now? Or act like this is normal? ...As if that would work!! You, you terrible master!!
So frantic that one more jolt of thought might have dropped her from overwork, Clara felt her mind spinning furiously. No matter how she looked at it, there was no answer to this situation.
But what came out of Mari’s mouth was something Clara had never expected at all.
“Hehe, what a cute little fluffy dog.”
“W-woof…?”
Thrown off guard, Clara let out a dumb little bark and, without meaning to, lifted her head.
“My, look at that—she turns when you talk about her. How clever. Is she someone’s dog?”
“Before this, she seemed to belong to someone else… but it looked like the man couldn’t handle her. I picked her up when she was wandering the road alone.”
Valdes said that with a smile to Mari, then bent his waist and knees and brought his mouth close to Clara’s ear. He whispered,
“To Princess Mari, you’re going to look like a dog.”
“Woof?”
“The headband, collar, and tail I gave you are all magic tools.”
“...!!”
At those words, Clara’s already wide eyes seemed to bulge even further before slowly settling. In their place, a small smile bloomed on her lips. It was a smile touched by both relief and excitement.