Ventorino Kingdom - Budding (13)
With Mari and Ethylene gone, Valdes simply looked down at Clara from above, saying nothing.
"……."
"Haaah… h-heeh… hngh, h-hee…."
"You’re still just going to lie there?"
"H-hngh…!"
His tone was calm. Yet for some reason, Clara flinched at him in fear. She didn’t think her master was angry. On the contrary, she felt that she herself must have done something wrong. She really was becoming his slave to the marrow of her bones, and his bitch through and through.
Hurriedly sitting up, Clara apologized to him.
"I-I’m s-sorry… n-no! I mean… woof, woof…."
Then, remembering that she wasn’t supposed to speak like a person, she babbled incoherently before bowing her head and barking.
She was ashamed.
Not of anything else, but of the fact that she had been petted by Mari—the girl she had only ever thought of as her younger sister’s marriage partner—until she’d gone soft and lost control. The memory was so vivid and humiliating that she hadn’t even considered the many other questions lurking around it. Rather, she had desperately turned away from them, refusing to think about them at all.
"You’re fine now."
"Woof… ah, y-yes…."
"More importantly… what do you think?"
"Y-yes?"
"Princess Mari said it herself, didn’t she? That you looked like you needed some education."
"Ah…."
That sly, mischievous smile. Clara sensed it instantly. The answer had already been decided.
"M-Master. This filthy, vulgar bitch Clara… p-please teach me…♡"
"That’s right. Our Clara’s such a good girl, isn’t she? She even says she wants her education first."
"Heh, hehe."
"Then let’s end the walk here and head back to the alley."
"Y-yes!"
"From now on, you’ll be a bitch again. Got it?"
"…Woof!"
At his command to become a bitch, Clara answered with a dog’s bark. There had been a slight pause before she responded, but it was enough to satisfy him. It only meant that she was steadily drawing closer to becoming his bitch.
Their steps as they returned to the alley—no, the steps of one person and one bitch—were light. Valdes already had the whole lesson planned out in his head. And Clara, not knowing the slightest thing about what was going through her master’s mind, was thrilled by anticipation, eager for whatever would be done to her under the name of education.
At last, when they reached the alley where the secret passage was located, Valdes’s first words were these.
"Lie down."
"Woof…? M-mmph!"
At the abrupt order, Clara blanked out for a moment before belatedly answering loudly and flopping onto her back.
Valdes frowned at her pace, clearly dissatisfied with how slowly she obeyed. Then he began firing off commands without pause. For an ordinary dog they might have been difficult, but for a human, they were nothing she shouldn’t have been able to manage.
Still, with the orders coming one after another without a break, even Clara—who had been dutifully obeying everything—gradually began to tire. Every time she flung herself into motion to move faster, she slammed against the ground. It didn’t leave any wounds, but it still stung. She couldn’t understand what her master was thinking, putting her through such actual training.
It felt less like she was being turned into a bitch than into an actual dog.
If she had truly been a dog, maybe it would have counted as education. But for a human like her, it was closer to training than teaching.
"H-hngh… hhaa…."
Even though the commands weren’t especially harsh, the relentless succession quickly exhausted her and left her panting. And then, at last, she made a mistake.
"Hm."
Again, that one calm murmur. But Clara wasn’t so dull that she couldn’t understand what it meant. Pale with shock, she scrambled at once toward his feet.
Then she begged.
"M-Master, I’m sorry. I, I just, I was too… too much… ah, no, I mean, woof, woof! Woof-woof!"
At the pitiful, humiliating sight of the princess groveling like that, Valdes let out a snort of laughter.
Her reaction was even stronger than he’d expected. Clara really was fun in every way. To think she would apologize so desperately. With a faint smile, Valdes bent slightly at the waist and stroked the bitch’s head.
"That’s right. It’s fine. Everyone makes mistakes. But…."
"B-but…?"
"Hmm… our bitch is good in every way, but it feels like something’s missing…."
"Y-yes?"
Missing? What did that mean? She was trying so hard to become a proper bitch. Clara’s face twisted with anxiety until it looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment. Her brows trembled faintly, as though all sorts of changes might erupt from a single word of his.
"Right, I’ve got a good idea."
"A good idea…."
Clara swallowed hard and looked up at him intently. She was worried about what he might do, but at the same time, she was looking forward to it.
"Come with me."
"Y-yes… ah, woof."
Again, the place they headed wasn’t far. It was a more secluded stretch than the alley they had just been in, closer to the slums. Naturally, the ground there was uneven, and broken debris and trash were scattered around.
"……."
At that ominous atmosphere, Clara hunched her shoulders. Since she was crawling on all fours, she could see things on the ground even better in the darkness.
Why are we in a place like this…?
A suspicion began to bloom in the princess’s mind. Before she had met her master, she had often entertained certain fantasies on her evening walks. Among them was the humiliation inflicted by vagrants. The place they were heading now strangely brought those memories back.
"M-mas—"
Clara reflexively tried to call out to Valdes, but before she could finish, she shut her mouth again. Valdes, too, merely glanced at her and moved ahead as if nothing were wrong.
No, that’s not it. I can’t ask. Unless I know what my master wants… I just have to become a slave… a bitch….
It was, in essence, close to self-hypnosis. A strange sort of loyalty toward Valdes. She was slowly, willingly feeding it herself.
"All right, we’re here."
"Here…?"
When they finally stopped, the place was not much different from the alley where they had started. There was one unusual feature, but it didn’t seem worth paying much attention to.
"You can get up now."
"Ah, yes."
Clara awkwardly climbed to her feet. She hadn’t spent long moving about on all fours as a bitch, but standing on two legs now felt more unnatural than anything else.
"From what I can tell, there’s still one thing missing."
"Something missing… you mean…."
"Yeah."
"C-could you tell me what it is? Ah, no—please, tell me! For your sake, Master, I’ll fix it no matter what!"
"Will you? Then first…."
Valdes raised a finger and pointed at the wall. That was the alley’s unusual feature, the one Clara had not really paid attention to a moment ago: a wall with a fairly large hole in it. Seeing the confusion on Clara’s face, Valdes said:
"Go inside."
"Huh…? Me?"
"Go through the hole in the wall and come out on the other side."
"……Yes, ah, I understand…."
She didn’t ask why. She thought that maybe Valdes was testing her obedience, or perhaps her loyalty. So, with a trace of hesitation, she walked toward the wall.
Isn’t it a little small?
It was too dark to judge the size precisely, but as she got closer, the hole seemed smaller than she’d expected. She worried for a moment that she might not even be able to fit through it.
Could it be that what’s “missing” refers to my m-body weight?! Is he telling me to lose weight… or maybe to enlarge my chest…? Ugh, I have no idea….
Hesitating in front of the opening, Clara let out a small sigh and reached for it.
Ugh… at least the protection spell keeping my skin safe is still active.
As she shoved her body into the hole, she decided it was more manageable than it looked. It was a little tight, yes, but she was flexible, and if she twisted herself enough she believed she could get through easily. And true to that thought, her head, shoulders, and even her swaying breasts crossed over the wall.
But then the problem suddenly arose.
"...Huh?"
All at once, it felt like the hole had tightened. Her upper body had clearly made it through somehow, but for some reason her waist was stuck. And that was a part unquestionably thinner than even her chest.
"Th-this is weird…? Why—hngh! Grr… ah, I can’t get free…?"
Suddenly, Clara realized something.
Could this be the situation her master had intended?
And if so, what on earth did he want? The answer came quickly enough, from the very man who had set up this situation.
Unlike her, Valdes had gone around the wall and crossed to the opposite side. The moment she spotted him, Clara smiled brightly, but inside she was anxious, and on her face rested confusion and apology.
"M-Master! I-I’m so sorry… I, m-my waist got stuck…."
"It’s fine. I thought that might happen."
"……."
"How is it? Doesn’t it look like you won’t be able to get out unless the wall is broken?"
"...S-sob. Why, why are you doing this, Master…? I, it’s all my fault, whatever it is… please, please…."
Clara began to cry.
She couldn’t say exactly what would happen next, but her instincts were screaming that she needed to escape the situation somehow, even if only by crying.
"I was thinking about it… and I realized our Clara seems to be lacking sex appeal."
"Y-yes?"
"So what should we do about that? The best method is… still to have her learn a man’s ways."
"Uh… y-yes?"
"But Clara’s a bitch, isn’t she? It’d be a little strange for me to do it myself."
"……."
"So… I’ll be back in about an hour."
"Ah…."
She stared dumbly at her master’s back as it slowly disappeared. She was too shocked and flustered even to think of calling him back. Only after Valdes had vanished completely did she come to her senses.
So she kept crying out his name.
She sobbed and apologized to him, begging for forgiveness. Still, he didn’t come back. Later, she began to threaten him instead. Even then, Valdes remained nowhere to be seen.
"N-no… Why, why, why…? M-master, aaah… M-Masteeer…."
Clara’s mind was in turmoil.
Then she closed her eyes and prayed. Please, let no one come.
Perhaps her wish reached the heavens, because for a while her surroundings were filled with darkness and silence. Under normal circumstances she would have hated it, but right now it felt wonderfully reassuring.
Thanks to that relief, drowsiness slowly crept in and began sending Clara an invitation to dreamland.
But only for a moment.
Smack!
"Hngh…?!"
The princess, who had been dozing off, jerked her waist and head upward as if yanked.
"A-ah, ah, aaah…?"
She could feel it clearly now. Something like a hand against her rear. The wall must have been thicker than she expected, because no sound came through it, yet her body served as the medium, carrying the vivid slap of impact straight to her eardrums.
"A-are they seriously…?"
As if answering her anxious whisper, two unidentified hands began groping her ass. As though trying to identify exactly what kind of ass it was.
"Mm, hngh, hngh…♡"
The hands weren’t skilled in the slightest; they were rough and clumsy. Yet that very roughness only aroused Clara all the more.
"Hah, hahk…! Ah, haaah…."
Because her body was already loose with tension, she felt more sensitive than usual. Otherwise, there was no way she would be reacting like this to the hands of a man she didn’t even know.
The hand that had been kneading her rear over and over gradually changed its movement. It became strangely more elaborate, no longer merely massaging her butt but stroking her hips, then scraping a finger lightly along her thigh before returning upward again.
Just as Clara’s anxiety and excitement were both growing, the man’s hand roughly yanked out the anal plug that had still been lodged in her backside.
The plug’s uneven ridges scraped along her rectum as it slid out of the hole.
"Hngh?! H-h-hhaaah—♥ …Hah, aah, haaah…?"
The shock of having the anal plug pulled free sent her reeling again, and one small question rose in her head.
W-wait… I was still all plugged up… so shouldn’t I be seen as a dog…?
But once more, as sweet pain bloomed in her ass, Clara let out a heated cry.
"Hah, haah! H-hngh… aah…."
This time it wasn’t a palm. It felt as though she’d been struck with something long, probably from the blow delivered by the anal plug itself. Yet it wasn’t painful alone. That was what made it scarier. She was afraid she might fall headfirst into this unknown man.
"Haa… haa, hahk…♡"
No, i-it’s dangerous… hick?!
"Huh, huh, hhee…?"
F-fingers, they’re g-going in…♥
Before she could even wonder what was happening, before she could think that anything was strange, the man’s fingers slipped into her cunt. Moving slowly back and forth, those fingers advanced deeper little by little, keeping up that same rhythm. After going in a certain distance, they were blocked.
At the edge of the princess’s hymen.
If he touches that…
"It won’t be enough…♥"
Emitting anguished little moans that couldn’t possibly be heard from the other side, Clara whimpered.
Pain, sorrow, anger—all of it had been taken away.
By a clear, undeniable pleasure.
"Ah, hngh, hhaaah…♥"
The fingers tapped lightly and began probing, as if trying to identify the nature of the obstacle before them. Then, after a short while, they quietly withdrew and slipped back out of the hole.
But not to retreat.
A far larger thing than those fingers suddenly thrust into her slit.
"Hahk…! H-huh, ah, seriously… ah…"
...It’s, ...it’s coming in…♥
And without hesitation, it pierced her deeply.
Bringing her the bliss of rupture.