(EP-96.1) Pet #3

096 – Master and Pet #3

“… Wha, what! That’s sweat!”

Elga quickly defended herself when I pointed out the wetness between her legs.

I might be clueless with matters regarding women, but I wasn’t so stupid that I couldn’t tell the difference between sweat and love juice.

However, what I didn’t understand was that I couldn’t find any s£xy or romantic atmosphere between me and Elga right now.

What was there to be excited about while being tied to a leash, getting sat on, and even being spanked?

Pajijik-.

It was then that lightning struck my thoughts.

‘I think I’ve heard of this somewhere…’

It was said that people who were weak against pushy attempts would most likely be masochists that took pleasure in being bullied.

Elga was definitely weak against my pushiness.

But could Elga be a masochist?

It didn’t make any sense, like how ridiculous it was for a tiger to be vegan.

If one were to attribute Elga into the bullied or the bully, her being the latter would make much more sense.

With Elga constantly tormenting me, I always thought of her as a raging sadist who liked to see people suffer.

However, the current situation had completely contradicted my previous beliefs and image of Elga. Naturally, I was a bit confused.

Just in case, I lifted my palm and spanked Elga’s ąss once more.

Pak-.

Not only did Elga’s soft, firm ąss touching my palms felt good, the ripples were also satisfying to watch. At the same time, Elga shuddered as if electricity ran through her back.

“Ueueut…!”

No matter how you looked at it, her reaction was weird. At this time, the Angmar maker in my lower body started to twitch.

This woman.

Was she really getting turned on while being punished?

To her, this was a reward, not a punishment!

How disgraceful.

Was it because she liked being bullied that she thought other people would feel the same pleasure as well?

Upon this realization, I now understood why Elga had been tyrannizing the people around her.

Was Elga hoping someone would punish such a deed?

But no one ever scolded Elga, much less punished her.

I guess this was why Elga became even more of a bully. Constantly pulling the cheeks, ears, nose, etc. of a good and innocent person like me.

Puseueuk-.

“Ooop…!?”

Kwadang-.

Elga suddenly stood up which made me, who was riding on her back, fall on the ground.

“I’ve done the three laps! It’s finished!!”

‘I see, the three laps ended… But when did the third lap end!? I must have been too engrossed in my thoughts!’

Elga wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Well then, I did as you said… Now give me my reward.”

“Reward?”

“Yes. Haven’t I always rewarded you for listening to me?”

I wondered what Elga was referring to, then I remembered how she would ravage my lip or nose in the name of a ‘reward’, even though I hated or rejected it…

“Give me my reward now!”

Elga had been so demanding, as if she really deserved a reward. No matter how you looked at it, this wasn’t a relationship between a master and a slave.

“Hurry!”

Then Elga suddenly grabbed and lifted me up.

I knew what Elga really wanted… A kiss.

“Hu-.”

With a helpless sigh, I said, “Then close your eyes.” Hearing this, her bright blue eyes gazed at me before gently closing them.

And so, I leaned in for the kiss.

It was a light peck.

However, Elga opened her eyes immediately after and was angry.

“What was that, whose nose were you caressing? Something this pitiful after all I did for you? Are you not going to do it the way I always did!?”

“…….”

‘That’s true.’

“Do it again!”

Elga sharply rejected my reward like how a strict music teacher rejected students’ projects.

Without a choice, I once again drew my head close to her lips.

As the smell of Elga’s apple-scented sweat hitted the tip of my nose, my lips gently overlapped with hers, allowing my tongue to move in.

“Eueung…. Eum…?”

Then Elga grabbed my cheeks. Her grip was so strong that I couldn’t do anything but struggle like a deer caught in a snare.

“What? Let me go! If you don’t, I’ll punish you!!!”

I threatened. However, Elga’s hands didn’t seem to want to let go. Rather, she just raised one of her eyebrows at me.

“What did you do? Your breath smells like wine.”

“Wine…? What do you mean…?”

I tried to deny her allegations.

Alcohol such as wine or beer had never been something I liked. I wouldn’t even drink a sip unless someone forced me to, since I would get drunk with just one sip.

Of course, I never had any wine today.

The reason why my mouth smelled like this was because I kissed a person who drank… wine…

“Theo, your mouth smells like wine!”

I struggled to get out of Elga’s arms, feeling the chills welling up my back.

“… What are you talking about? I don’t drink wine, now do I? I am a devout follower. I swear to God, I didn’t drink wine or anything!”

“Yes, indeed… You wouldn’t drink…”

Slurp-.

Then Elga kissed me.

She pushed her tongue in my mouth, and began touring and tasting every nook and cranny inside.

“Eueut-!”

“Cheurup, cheurup. Cheurup.”