Chapter 097 | Hitting you is your punishment
Wu Xian is truly a child with weak willpower.
She was prone to distraction when doing things. When Hobart held her on his lap to read, she would kiss her master's lips after only a few pages.
She should have resisted, but this stranger knew her too well. He used just the right amount of force—not too much pain, but enough to make her buttocks feel swollen and numb. The little dog could only wag its tail, unable to muster any will to resist.
It's all the owner's fault! Why did he have to leave the puppy alone on his way to Rome?
At this point, Wu Qian stopped mentioning that it was she who rejected Hobert.
After the stranger kissed her, he bit her on the back of her neck again. He seemed to like this spot, using his sharp, inhuman fangs to gently sink into her dark flesh.
He was very restrained; he didn't even pierce the skin or draw blood.
His thick, cold penis pressed against Wu Xian's wet pussy. He remained motionless, lost in the embrace, while the greedy puppy couldn't appreciate this tenderness when he was starving.
So she whispered, "Are you going to fuck me or not? Didn't we say we were going to have sex?"
She heard the man's deep laughter. "How did you learn to talk to your master like that, you old geezer?"
"You can have sex if you want, but you have to get beaten first. This is your punishment!"
He wouldn't say what the punishment would be.
Wu Xian fell silent again. Of course, she dared not challenge Hobert's authority as a master, but she found it difficult to feel any awe for such a pervert who had broken into someone else's home, even though his body trembled unconsciously as he spoke.
The intruder had clearly noticed as well. He stuck his cold fingers into Wu Xian's mouth, forcing her to stick out her tongue. Saliva dripped uncontrollably down his palm. He asked knowingly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
The puppy was enraged, showing no remorse whatsoever as a victim. Perhaps it was because she was too perceptive to sense the stranger's hidden indulgence. "So what do you want?"
This time he didn't indulge the puppy, and his hand fell again.
The sound of a slap rang in Wu Qian's ear, and she subconsciously tightened her buttocks. But how could a puppy understand the complex intruder? With this slap, he forcefully slapped her plump little breasts.
"Do you like it, hmm?" The intruder sucked on Wu Xian's earlobe, the icy temperature biting into her red and hot flesh. With so much fluid flowing, how could she not like it?
But he insisted that Wu Xian say it himself.
If it were Hobart, he would stop now and wait for the puppy to respond, but this man is different; he continues to slap the breasts, not because he doesn't give, but because he gives too much, so much that it overflows.
The snow-white mass of flesh turned red and swollen, with irregularly falling handprints crisscrossing. The edges of the handprints merged and became indistinct, with only circular purplish-blue marks appearing where the fingertips had landed.
Wu Xian couldn't see, but she could feel. It was precisely because she couldn't see that her senses were so sensitive. She didn't know how many slaps landed on her, but she still cried out, "I like it, I like it, ah!"
What do you like?
"I love it when you spank my breasts, sob sob."
"Good girl."
The man stroked Wu Xian's chin, rubbing it back and forth, soothing that sensitive flesh. Her breasts were kneaded forcefully, making her feel incredibly comfortable.
"What a good little dog."
"What are you, Wu Xian?" the intruder asked her in a cold, hoarse tone. His voice was flat, seemingly overly calm and composed, but his genitals pressed against her vulva were as hard as stone.
He was amused by the puppy.
Overwhelmed by lust, Wu Xian disregarded everything else. She whimpered and apologized to her master in Rome, then replied, "I'm a good little dog who likes to have my breasts spanked."
"You only like having your breasts spanked, what else?"
"I like my butt too, yay!"
The slap landed as she spoke. "And then?"
"And...and...I like you too!"
"What a lewd little dog, how can she like a pervert who broke into her house? Her cunt is so wet, she really wants to have sex, doesn't she?"
"Hmm...yes..."
"If I spank you again, you'll have to count the spanks yourself this time."
Ah, if I count them myself, wouldn't that turn into training? But she's a puppy with an owner! Wu Qian was extremely conflicted, but the next second she convinced herself that she was mentally ill and her logic was very self-consistent.
Just don't call him master!
So the puppy was placed on the man's lap again, and like his swollen breasts, his buttocks were also beaten until they were like ripe, juicy peaches.
"This is punishment."
He didn't know why he was giving the punishment; it was far too lenient. It was more like enticement than punishment for the puppy.
"Next, we're going to have sex."
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Harold: We've put an end to the matter of spanking the puppy; we've punished it properly.
Puppy: Hehe, I'm a genius.
I've started a new post-apocalyptic story, please support it, my waifus! I'll have my puppy bring it over for everyone to see.
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