Chapter 160: No Such Thing as a Bad Bitch (4)
However, to ensure Silvia couldn’t fully hide, I gripped her leash tightly in one hand and discreetly hid that hand behind my back. With my free hand, I casually waved to Dane as he approached.
“Pulling an all-nighter? What were you up to?”
“Ugh, don’t even ask. Levin, Jake, and I went out, planning to try out one of those trendy homunculus shops to order a custom one. But Levin flipped out and refused to let us.”
That sounded fun. Why would Levin be so against it?
‘Maybe he tried it without an AI enhancement, like me, and got disappointed?’
“So, we decided to just spend the money on drinks. It had been a while, so we hit up a bar and drank like crazy. Jake eventually passed out, so we booked a room and dumped him there. Levin and I kept drinking, and, surprisingly, he lasted longer than usual. Turns out, the bastard was sneakily stashing his drinks under the table to fake it!”
Dane clenched his fist in anger, making it easy to imagine Levin getting punched square in the face by that iron fist of his.
“So, I dished out some justice, knocked him out, dumped him in a room too, and kept drinking alone until I got tipsy. Then I passed out in my room, and now here I am.”
“You didn’t wake the others?”
“Hah, survival of the fittest, right? Everyone’s on their own.”
That was classic Dane. Even if Jake or Levin had woken up, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
“Besides, the last one to leave has to cover all the costs—drinks and room included—so getting up early is the smart move.”
“But what are you doing this early in the morning? Isn’t this the time you’re usually in bed, cuddling with that slime and the tiny cat?”
“Well, yeah, usually. But I felt like going for a light walk.”
As I said that, I gave Silvia’s leash a gentle tug. She resisted with all her strength, trying not to be pulled out from her hiding spot. Her awkward position made it impossible for me to pull her out effectively.
“A walk? You? You’ve never done that before.”
“Just a quick lap, then I’ll head back. Go ahead and rest.”
“Yeah, I’m going back to sleep anyway. Gotta take advantage of the senior knight being gone to sleep in.”
Dane yawned, turning to leave but then suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Sniff... Sniff... Wait a minute. What’s that smell?”
Near the post where Silvia had marked her territory earlier, Dane seemed to pick up on something. He sniffed the air, moving closer to the source.
“Smells like… piss or something. Sniff... sniff.”
“It’s a weird smell. It’s gross, but I can’t stop sniffing it. It’s kind of… floral?”
‘Why the hell does Dane have such a sharp nose?’
“Maybe someone jerked off nearby or stumbled around drunk and splashed against the post.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s something else. Not the usual filthy smell of a guy’s... This feels like a woman’s... No, never mind. I’m probably imagining things. Must be the lingering smell from a room at the bar.”
Shaking his head, Dane dismissed the thought and headed into the second barracks. Meanwhile, I repositioned myself and forced Silvia out from her hiding spot in the shadows.
“That was close. If he’d noticed...”
Silvia’s body bore the signs of her struggle—her skin chafed by the rope, her chest heaving and looking even fuller than usual due to the constriction. The way the leash was tied had caused the rope to slide between her thighs and press against her crotch. Every time I tugged, it had tightened, pulling against her chest and digging into her swollen vulva. As a result, her lower half was drenched, with her fluids dripping down the rope.
“Whimper... whine...”
Under normal circumstances, someone in her position might lash out at me in anger, remove the ropes, and storm off—or even attack me. But instead, Silvia crawled toward me on all fours, burying her face in my crotch and sniffing eagerly.
‘She’s completely in heat, isn’t she?’
Even when I pushed her head away, she persisted, pressing her face closer to sniff. The end of the rope in my hand was soaked with her fluids, further proof of how aroused she was.
“Nope. Not mealtime yet. You’ll have to wait until after the walk.”
“Whine... whimper...”
“Let’s finish the walk, and then it’ll be time to eat. Okay?”
Reluctantly, Silvia started walking again, fluids still dripping from both her upper and lower lips.
Whenever we passed by one of my peers, Silvia would hide behind me. I shielded her, letting her calm down, before continuing the walk once the coast was clear. Slowly but steadily, we made our way around the knight order’s grounds.
At one point, I considered stopping and heading back because the other knights were beginning to stir, but training a pet requires consistency. Changing my orders would only confuse her, so I pressed on, completing the lap with Silvia.
Instead of returning to the barracks, where Dane might notice, I led Silvia to the area where the mandragoras were grown.
“Good job. You did well.”
Rewards should be given just as firmly as punishments to ensure the concept of discipline is clear. So, I allowed Silvia to bury her face in my crotch, where she eagerly began sniffing again. Before long, she used her teeth to undo my pants button, attempting to pull out my cock. Amused, I let her continue.
“How do you feel? Isn’t the walk nice?”
It seems my scent is that appealing, burying her face in my crotch and wagging her tail. I must admit, I prefer her as a submissive bitch than when she talks back unnecessarily.
However, simply rewarding her isn't good either. To properly raise a good bitch, I need to control even here.
Pretending not to understand, she continued to bury her face in my crotch and sniff, but I forcefully pushed Sylvia's head away and commanded her again.
Upon hearing that, Sylvia promptly sat back down in a proper posture, but her head was still pushing towards my crotch.
But without satisfying her desires, she's no different from an untamed wild animal.
So, deliberately, I lowered my pants slightly in front of Sylvia to let the scent spread more intensely, then I saw her eyes turn predatory. I opened my palm to prevent her from coming closer.
"Kiiing... Kiiiing..."
While kneeling with her legs together, I could see liquid flowing from Sylvia's lower half, yet I teasingly exposed my lower body bit by bit in front of her.
Then, slowly taking off my pants and underwear, fully exposing my lower half, I enjoyed the sight of Sylvia drooling as she stared at my crotch.
Immediately, Sylvia buried her face in my crotch, deeply inhaling the strong male scent, not biting yet, completely engrossed in the smell as she blew her warm breath on my groin.
As she was engrossed in the scent, gasping for air, I started to loosen the leash around her neck.
The knot was in front of her body, so I pulled the string around to the back of her neck and lifted the knot with my fingers to untie it, inevitably tightening the leash as it dug into her flesh.
I could have just let her stand up and comfortably untie the leash, but I didn't want to disturb Sylvia who was happily burying her face in my groin.
While her face was buried in my crotch, Sylvia moaned from the tightening pain, but once the knot was loosened, she seemed relieved and rubbed her nose against my cock, still entranced by the smell.
"Are you just going to smell it and not eat? That's fine by me, though."
At my words, Sylvia finally parted her lips wide. Unlike Shuru's feline species, canines like Sylvia have teeth almost similar to humans except for the molars.
At first, she carefully matched her lips to the tip of my dick, then suddenly opened her mouth wide to take my cock deep into her throat, supporting the lower part with her tongue and beginning to suck.
Whether she was thirsty from before or now overly horny and excited, she deliciously sucked on my cock as if a puppy was affectionately clinging to my body, which made me think she was relatively cute.
"Good. Like that, slowly... Be careful as you move with your master's dick."
I slightly grabbed her ears, listening attentively to my voice, and turned her head so I could feel good as she sucked.
Drooling saliva and pre-cum from her mouth, Sylvia looked up at me with eyes asking why she couldn't suck anymore, and I felt it was time for a real lesson.
"Turn around, you bitch."
Though it sounds derogatory, it's actually not an insult since she is indeed a female canine.
At my command, Sylvia obediently turned around, showing her ass which was already soaking wet, so wet that her thighs were dripping, looking like no further foreplay was needed.
Normally, I would finish in her mouth first and then move to the lower half, but I deliberately saved my cum because I knew well about the breeding habits of canines.
'Canines don't finish with just one ejaculation during sex, do they?'
First, canines have a preliminary ejaculation, then they mate properly with a real ejaculation later, so I need to ejaculate at least twice inside her to fully satisfy her, which is why I switched targets to Sylvia's lower half while still excited.
The rope that had been tied left marks and bruises on her body, making it look erotically lined, and this time, I also kept the leash short to prevent her from escaping as we pressed our groins close.
'Canines like to be held by the leash during sex, don't they?'
I was certain because of rumors spread by comrades who had slept with military dogs.
Being a hierarchical animal, canines enjoy the feeling of being dominated by their master, and they like being helplessly ravaged while leashed, and afterwards, their affection and loyalty towards the master deepen.
'I think she's already quite loyal, but doing it by the book wouldn’t hurt.'
Finally, I started to push the tip of my swollen cock, already dripping with her juices, into Sylvia’s engorged pussy.