Chapter 095 | 0095 Master truly doesn't know what Cloud gave up for him.

"ah!"

Before Harold's slap could land, Wu Qian's exclamation had already escaped her lips, as if it were a subconscious reaction; his tone of voice had become a switch in her body.

The puppy covered its mouth, but then received a solid slap on its bottom, showing no mercy, just like how Harold, the man, had immediately captivated her heart upon their first meeting.

It hurt, but it was also a tingling, numb sensation. This uninvited model knew how to control the pressure. Wu Qian, clinging to his arm, felt an electric current flowing from her tailbone throughout her body.

Although Wu Xian is fond of pain, she is not a puppy that anyone can spank. She is mentally ill, prone to madness, and very nitpicky.

She loathed self-righteous people, but she couldn't bring herself to resist or hate Harold's coercive behavior.

This man, who had the same color eyes as Hobart, gave her an incredibly satisfying experience, just like when they first met and she met her master. The blood-red, misty sense of danger made her tremble, and Harold had warned her that this was Wu Qian's own consent; her coquettishness was also a way of relinquishing her rights.

If it were Hobbit, he would stop trying to whet the dog's appetite; patience was the word he used most often. But this was Harold, so he didn't stop.

His arm was strong and powerful, something Wu Qian couldn't shake. One strike after another, his palm fell rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Wu Qian held her breath, afraid that the slap would fall at any moment.

“The water is flowing, Wuxian.”

Harold tapped twice, the crisp sound like tapping tender lotus roots. He placed his fingers in front of the puppy with its rosy cheeks, and Wu Xian subconsciously opened her mouth and put her slender fingers in.

Here it comes again, that inexplicable sense of familiarity. The body always moves before the mind, as if something in the brain is blocking the correct information.

However, Wu Xian didn't want to investigate. She felt that she was in a good state, with a happy puppy and a satisfying owner. The only thing she needed to deal with was this model who had suddenly appeared behind her, tempting her and making her craving more.

Wu Xian rubbed her tender cheek against the man's bare arm. She sucked on Harold's bulging veins with her tongue and kept licking them. It was strange that although they were equally cold, Hobert's veins were almost decorative, while Harold had a sound that frightened even a small dog. The thumping sound was his slow, almost non-existent heartbeat.

Her buttocks became red and swollen, and Harold stopped slapping her. He scooped Wu Qian into his arms and gently kneaded her, telling her, "Wu Qian, I'm not the kind of model who takes off her pants."

"How can I become that kind of model? A model with a special relationship with an employer, someone who can let me see a penis." Wu Xian started talking nonsense. The spanking had left her dazed. She felt incredibly empty these past few days while her master was away, and now she was like a clingy puppy in front of Harold. "Let me see, please."

Harold had been away from Wuxian for too long, and he still needed to get used to the puppy's affection. So his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his voice was hoarse as he made the request, "Wait until it's time to switch, understand?"

"Um?"

"We can't just look; if we're going to look, we have to see it through to the end."

"Ah!" Wu Xian exclaimed. She just wanted to see the strong man's penis; she hadn't even considered the rest of the small-brained puppy yet!

"It's not just about sex, it's also about discipline. You like that, don't you?"

"Hmm..."

As the man spoke of making love, water droplets dripped from his stray hairs, magnifying the scar around his eye, before disappearing into his lips and being drawn into his mouth.

Harold casually propped himself up, and Wu Qian was placed between her legs and pressed down, his primal, wild penis already rubbing against her wet pussy.

We've kissed, we've seen each other, so it's okay to go even further...

Wu Xian's lips moved, and Harold revealed a confident smile. This child had absolutely no way to refuse him.

"I...but...I already have an owner..."

...

Harold left, and Wu Qian didn't know if this exceptionally good model would come back, so she sent a message to Hobert.

"Master has no idea what Cloud has given up for Master!"

"My cloud has really had a tough time."

The master, far away in Rome, sent out a seemingly plausible but ultimately ambiguous message.