Chapter 36 | 0036 Her desire surged (Harold)
A puppy needs its owner.
Wuxian needs its master even more.
The master was not gentle; most of the time he was rude and unruly.
There is no trace of modern society on him; he is primitive and wild.
But sometimes his speech reveals a hint of the old era.
For example, when he was in the mood to teach Ushnish German, he would use contemptuous terms to refer to things or people when talking about a certain period of Prussian history—such as "box," "gold-burning stove," or "walking button."
He showed no reverence for history, as if he had personally experienced and knew just how terrible this person and this event were.
The master spoke these words in a stereotypical language, his tongue curling and his Adam's apple bobbing, which was incredibly charming.
It was a natural expression on his face. Wu Xian couldn't see his face clearly, but she could imagine his completely matter-of-fact expression. She liked it; she loved it.
The host was not like the men Wu Qian had seen at the banquet. They swirled their glasses, replacing the liquid with knowledge colliding with the glass, offering opinions, making a noisy and clamorous noise, and replacing conjecture with criticism.
He is wild, untamed, and lonely, yet he is born with an arrogant and condescending attitude, but his arrogance is justifiable and can be put into practice.
Wu Xian felt that her master couldn't live without modern times, and this was a one-sided view.
Especially when he exhaled the wet smoke from his mouth, the white smoke swirling around him, she stared at her master's scarlet eyes and the flickering light of the cigarette, then leaned in to kiss his lips that smelled of nicotine.
This is a top-tier enjoyment.
The owner scoffed at Wu Xian's words. He didn't smoke at all. At first, he just couldn't resist the little dog holding the cigarette in his hand, but later he couldn't resist Wu Xian's offensive and lit it for her to see.
"I'm the most pitiful little dog in the world, my owner is so mean." She would even pretend to cry, but she couldn't do anything about such trivial matters.
Wu Xian found the way her master frowned impatiently back then incredibly sexy. When he made expressions, his mouth would unconsciously purse upwards, its thin and sharp contours easily piercing her heart.
"Anything that can be lit will do."
"Only cigarettes are allowed, nothing else," Wu Qian explained.
Cigars wouldn't do, pipes wouldn't do either; it had to be very cheap cigarettes, under twenty yuan. This simple, low-quality stuff, placed together with her ungentle master, was a scene Wu Qian had never seen before, and it aroused her passion.
I like... I want...
The owner is rude and not gentle, but he will tolerate Cloud.
She was a bold little dog who, nestled in her owner's lap, dared to ask, "Want a cigarette?"
Sure enough, the master slapped Wu Xian's breast hard.
He lay on his side, revealing two hard, plaster-like, perfectly shaped pectoral muscles, his black robe covering the rest of his body, like a leopard taking a nap after finishing its meal.
A sense of languid satisfaction flowed slowly through this body.
As the wrist moved, the master's robe slipped down slightly, the fabric flowing slowly like thick, black ink, revealing the muscle lines once more.
Wu Xian couldn't resist pouncing on it, wanting to gnaw on its master's Adam's apple.
He propped his head up, easily subduing the mischievous puppy with just one hand, gripping Wuxian's neck with two fingers, demonstrating his strength and the authority of his master.
He replied casually, "Not here."
"Is your butt itchy again?"
Master really doesn't understand. When Wu Xian heard himself telling him, "I want to see Master, Cloud doesn't want to be spanked anymore, Master, Master, Master."
She straightened her chest, wanting her master to squeeze her two still-developing breasts harder until they were red, swollen, and blue, so that they would stop being sore. But her master did not do as Wu Xian wished, and pushed her away, saying that she was "so meddlesome".
Wu Xian rubbed against the bed sheet to hide the sticky vaginal fluid overflowing from her vagina, and then deliberately moved away a little so that her master could see the dark stain.
Her master would laugh, and Wu Xian loved her master's laughter. A low, muffled sound came from deep within her lungs, cold and short, a dangerous signal, like a drum beating in her heart, thumping and resonating with her heartbeat.
Wu Xian knew that even if her master wasn't gentle, he would still agree.
"There's another bag in the yard. Go get it if you want it, before it gets wet."
“Just go like this,” he added.
So, what's that like?
Wu Xian looked down at herself. She was completely naked, with crisscrossing erotic red marks on her skin. She was going to walk out like this into the courtyard to fetch things for her master.
"If you don't want to go, just go to sleep."
The dog needs to sleep, but its owner doesn't. It's almost time for the dog to sleep, so the owner opens his arms and waits for the dog to crawl in, rub its head against his neck, or make love. Once the dog is done playing, it closes its eyes.
Although the master was rude, if Wu Qian suggested the game first, he would not force her to complete it, nor would he get angry. He was truly the best master.
Wu Xian is a bad little dog. She can't resist the desires that have already arisen. During her time with her owner, she has learned not to suppress them anymore and to do what she wants.
"I want to go, I want to get it, Master."
Will my master stay with me?
"Won't."
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Rainbow Dash has a subtle difference in how she treats Hobert and Harold; I wonder if anyone else has noticed.
Harold is a vampire, he doesn't smoke, only his dog does o(^▽^)o
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