Chapter 113 | 0113 Wu Qian treats Harold and Hobert differently.
Wu Xian nestled in Hobert's arms, sobbing and shedding tears.
She whimpered and nuzzled her nose against the man's neck, calling out, "Master, Master—"
The long, affectionate voice was the best response to Harold's provocation; he told his brother that perhaps the master was not the only one, but the master was indispensable.
"Cloud, my good child, you're being punished, aren't you? Why are you still trying to be cute to your master?"
Uxen was so captivated by Hobert's deep, gentle voice that she forgot Harold was there and eagerly expressed her fervent feelings: "Being punished has nothing to do with being spoiled. Master, please pet the puppy and comfort it!"
Harold's slap satisfied her craving for pain, and the giving was even excessive. Now Wu Qian needed post-coital comfort, and this urgent need made her utter sweet lies—no matter who held Wu Qian, she could easily utter sweet words.
She even deliberately wiggled her hips to rub against Hobert's hand, repeatedly calling out, "Master, Master..."
This sight nearly made Harold grind his teeth to pieces.
He wasn't angry at Wu Xian, but at himself. How could he have so easily handed the puppy over to someone else? He had originally planned to pet the puppy's swollen bottom, but now that step had been taken away by someone else. And Wu Xian, that greedy little dog, couldn't see the situation at all; she wanted it and offered a kiss without thinking.
Harold practically screamed through gritted teeth, "Give her to me!"
Give it back to him, and he will naturally comfort Wu Qian.
“Harold.” Hobart looked down at his brother, his eyes fixed on Wu Xian, and a soft laugh escaped his throat—a laugh that was both mocking and disdainful.
He gently stroked the puppy's rump and spoke to his brother in a rather ancient and lost language.
"You still don't know how to raise this child. My brother, you'll only be abandoned if you keep doing this."
Harold's sorrow was stirred, and he let out a low growl, like that of a wild beast, inspired by Hobart: "Nonsense, if it weren't for you!"
“Even if I don’t come, this child will get tired of you. You know that yourself. In fact, if I don’t come back, you’ll be kicked out in a few days.”
"Hmm... what are you saying, Master, Harold?" Wu Qian was very perceptive. She instinctively knew that the two of them were not talking about anything good, so she quickly interrupted, but she realized it too late. Harold had already stopped talking.
He acquiesced.
"Master..." the little dog said timidly, a slight pain still lingering on her bottom.
The next moment, her head was pressed down, and Wu Qian had no choice but to hug Hobert's thigh and stick her butt out, "Count, cloud."
"Owner!"
"We said there would be punishment, Cloud, do you want to break the rules?"
Her tail drooped down, and Hobert fiddled with the bell at the base, making it ring. With the slightest rotation, Wuxian couldn't help but groan, "No, I dare not, Master."
"One!" With a slap, Hobert's hand landed on Wuxian's bottom. Pain swept through her whole body, and the little dog's tender white flesh trembled as tears streamed down her face. She whimpered and looked extremely pitiful.
I don't feel anything when I play, but I can't help but feel sorry for Harold when I see him playing.
"Two! Two!" Wu Xian cried out, her already swollen buttocks turning blue and swollen, tears streaming down her face.
But while Harold was a puppy that would cry out in pain and struggle, she was completely obedient in front of Hobart. She rubbed her tender cheek against the man's trousers, so well-behaved that it made his penis ache.
After ten lashes, Hobert held Ussling in his arms, and Harold returned what he had done to him, snatching the puppy back from his brother's lap.
"Idiot, why are you so useless?"
"But this is my master." This is my master...
Harold had been a master before, but Wu Qian had never been so obedient.
He dragged the puppy in the crook of his arm and rubbed its bottom. Hobert hit it much harder than he did, but Wu Xian didn't dare to complain at all. She whimpered and pushed Harold away, saying that he was hurting her.
You heartless bastard.
“Look, Harold, this is how this child should be educated, isn’t it?”
Hobart's eyes were clouded with an impenetrable fog as he awaited a definite answer from Harold.
"Harold." Wu Qian pressed against Harold's chest muscles. Unlike her relationship with Hobart, there was no fear in her eyes. The little dog was unaware of its owner's instigation and was still being affectionate.
"..."
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