Poetic and picturesque words can always reflect the elegance of literati.
For example, the classic Song Ci poem, "The Ugly Slave" (Chou Nu Er), captures this essence perfectly:
"The thin silk is as white as ice, and the skin is snowy, greasy, and soft.
Laughing at my lover:
Tonight, the gauze curtain, pillow, and mat are cool."
Yes.
The taste of a jar of "Nu Er Hong" (Maiden's Red Wine) is very mellow.
Especially after opening the seal, the aroma hits the heart and lungs, making them very sensitive.
However, Seiran Mizunotsuki was not exactly a person who cherished women tenderly.
Sae Chabashira's decision crystallized the moment she locked eyes with him—survival meant submission, total and unflinching. She had barked willingly, but Seiran demanded proof of her devotion.
He didn't start with words. Instead, he backed her against the wall, his hand wrapping around her throat—not tight enough to bruise, but firm enough to remind her of the power imbalance. Her pulse raced under his fingers as he leaned in, breath hot against her ear.
"Strip," he commanded, voice like velvet over steel.
Her hands trembled as she obeyed, peeling off her blouse, then her skirt, until she stood in nothing but lace panties and a bra that suddenly felt too confining. He watched impassively, then hooked a finger under the bra's center, yanking it down to expose her. Her nipples hardened instantly under his gaze, and she fought the urge to cover herself.
"On your knees," he said next.
She dropped, knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Up close, the bulge in his pants was impossible to ignore. She reached for his zipper with shaky fingers, pulling it down to free him—thick, veined, already half-hard and twitching in anticipation.
"Suck," was all he said.
Sae parted her lips, taking him in slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head to taste the salty bead of pre-cum. He groaned low, one hand fisting in her hair to guide her deeper. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, bobbing her head in rhythm as saliva dripped down her chin.
"Good girl," he murmured, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. "Deeper. Show me how badly you want to be my dog."
Humiliation twisted with a forbidden thrill; her core ached, empty and wet. She complied, relaxing her throat until her nose pressed against his abdomen, choking on him as he held her there for long seconds before letting her breathe.
When he finally pulled out, strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening cock. He hauled her up by the hair, spinning her to face the bed and bending her over it. Her panties were soaked through; he ripped them off in one motion, exposing her dripping sex.
"Spread," he ordered.
She reached back, parting her cheeks with burning shame, feeling the cool air on her most intimate places. His fingers teased her entrance first—dipping in just enough to coat themselves in her arousal—before sliding lower, circling her clit with maddening slowness.
"You're soaked," he observed, almost amused. "All that from sucking me off? Pathetic."
Two fingers plunged inside her then, scissoring roughly, stretching her as she moaned into the sheets. He added a third, pumping fast and hard, thumb pressing against her back entrance in teasing threat. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the building pressure.
"Beg for it," he said, withdrawing just as she neared the edge.
"Please... Seiran-sama, fuck me. Use me. Make me yours."
He chuckled darkly, aligning himself and thrusting in all at once. The fullness was overwhelming; she cried out, nails digging into the mattress as he set a brutal pace. Each slam of his hips against her ass echoed in the room, his balls slapping her clit rhythmically.
He pulled her hair back, arching her spine, and whispered filth in her ear: "This is what you are now—a hole for me to fill. Bark if you understand."
"W-woof," she gasped, the sound breaking into a moan as he hit deeper.
He flipped her onto her back mid-thrust, legs over his shoulders for leverage. From this angle, he could watch her face contort in ecstasy and pain, breasts bouncing with every pound. One hand pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp; the other rubbed her clit in tight circles.
She came first—shattering around him, walls milking his cock as she screamed his name. But he wasn't done. He kept going, overstimulating her until she sobbed, then pulled out to straddle her chest.
"Open," he growled.
She did, tongue out, as he stroked himself to completion—hot spurts landing on her face, in her mouth, across her tits. She swallowed what she could, the rest marking her like a claim.
He looked down at the mess he'd made of the dignified teacher and smiled—small, satisfied, predatory.
"Good dog," he murmured, thumb smearing his release across her lower lip. "Stay."
She did.
The Morning After
Sae Chabashira's feelings were complicated.
Every muscle ached. Her inner thighs were bruised from his grip. Between her legs felt swollen, tender, still leaking slow trickles of him even after she'd tried to clean up in the bathroom at dawn.
She never thought she would become fertile land plowed so thoroughly.
Describing the pain wasn't enough; it felt as if her skeleton had been disassembled and put back together wrong—yet softer, looser, strangely sated in a way she hadn't known was possible.
Suspicious marks dotted the ceiling. She only noticed them after waking from exhausted sleep—panic spiking because her lover was gone.
But Sae Chabashira was a smart woman after all.
She knew Seiran had probably seen through her facade. He likely knew that her submission wasn't born out of true love, but out of necessity.
As a teacher at the Advanced Nurturing High School, she had access to the files of other top students. Seiran Mizunotsuki and Yukino Yukinoshita—the top students of Sobu High—were in her database.
So, she recognized the handsome boy immediately.
And the moment she recognized this "Big Shot" of the Supernatural World last night, Sae Chabashira made a decision.
She must be Mizunotsuki's dog.
Because she was detained at the scene. She was in imminent danger.
Originally, she was sent as a hidden pawn by the Suzuki Zaibatsu to make some unruly attempts at probing the supernatural.
But getting caught was not allowed. Once discovered, she would be abandoned instantly, just like a discarded pawn. The Suzuki Zaibatsu would not recognize her. They would not save her.
Her fate as a discarded pawn would be to serve as a sacrifice to calm the anger of the Four Great Families.
After all, someone had to take responsibility for the "loss of control" of the Artifact last night, which caused the natural disaster.
Wasn't that an unexpected disaster caused by her interference?
No.
But it had to be her.
If it wasn't her, who else could it be? The eldest son of the Kudo family? The biological son of Minister Ayanokouji?
Who do you think you are, Sae Chabashira?
This was an inevitable consequence. How could a discarded child with no background participate in the power games of the elite without getting crushed?
So, she had to be Seiran's dog.
Because only Seiran Mizunotsuki could save her.
Because only Seiran could give her a chance to rise again.
So, she "barked" very willingly last night. Even "heart-wrenchingly."
If the news leaked out, wouldn't it be a waste of her "barking"?
She stroked her belly thoughtfully.
Obviously, this was the "Red Seal of Exemption" from death for Sae Chabashira.
After sorting out her thoughts, she finally let the heavy stone in her heart drop.
What happened last night was completely over. She was no longer water without a source. She had a very strong backing.
Yes.
Very strong.
Strong enough to make giants like the Zaibatsu look like eggs hitting a rock. Strong enough that as long as she didn't commit suicide, her future would be smooth sailing.
However… a hint of sinister cunning emerged in her eyes.
No.
I am far from being able to sit back and relax.
At this moment, she was like oil boiling on a raging fire.
To outsiders, she might seem to be thriving. But in reality, countless demons and monsters were eyeing her covetously.
They were waiting. They were watching.
Waiting for the day when Sae Chabashira made a mistake. Watching for the day her building collapsed.
Why?
Because people who get rich overnight rarely have a mentality that matches their wealth. If they aren't careful, they appear impetuous and confused.
Sae Chabashira was lucky to get on the cruise ship. Unfortunately, the ticket was very expensive, and she was standing conspicuously on the rail.
Did she think no one would try to pull her into the water out of jealousy, anger, or spite?
She trembled suddenly.
She really didn't want to think about the miserable end awaiting her if she fell. It would be even worse than if nothing had happened last night.
As a smart person, she figured out the logic immediately.
It's not time yet.
She stabilized her mentality.
It's not the time to seek revenge or fulfill my old regrets.
The most important thing now was to stay with Seiran and consolidate her position.
Otherwise, if a dog starts biting people everywhere before it has developed a deep bond with its owner, what will the owner think?
Will he hate and abandon this vicious dog that causes trouble as soon as it arrives?
After recognizing her position, Sae Chabashira abandoned all other ideas.
However, Seiran Mizunotsuki was even more surprised after "seeing" Chabashira's well-behaved demeanor downstairs via his spiritual sense.
'This woman… is really something,' he thought. 'Even if she were in the harem of an ancient dynasty, she would survive for more than ten episodes.'
In terms of assessing the situation, this woman wasn't necessarily the best, but she was definitely an expert.
In fact, he didn't actually mind her using his power and status to protect herself.
As long as it wasn't too much.
If she went too far? Seiran wouldn't even need to lift a finger. The group of dignitaries watching with eager eyes would open champagne to celebrate her downfall on the spot.
How many people are eyeing this position…
Just look at Grandma Mitsue to understand.
Her character could be called "Old Stubborn." But didn't the Four Dignitaries still happily turn the left cheek when she slapped them on the right?
If Grandma Mitsue was treated like that, then for Seiran—who didn't refuse "sugar-coated bullets"—it was even more crucial for them to seize the opportunity.
The System Panel
In front of him, the shaking System Points immediately made Seiran smile.
60,000 Points.
More than 60,000 System Points…
This wave is really a big profit.
It was worth the heavy investment he made in the special effects last night.
The earthquake, the gale, the howling spirits—how could he earn such a huge amount without spending money to make money?
These 60,000 points would make Seiran much more comfortable in his subsequent layouts.
In this case…
Do more copies need to be unlocked?
Do more "Vests" (Personas) need to appear?
He tossed the "Artifact"—the Copper Pestle—into the air and caught it.
This thing wasn't as mysterious as people thought.
It was just the weapon and Cursed Technique of the character Mei Mei from Jujutsu Kaisen.
At most, the visual effects were magnified by a billion points using the System.
And Mei Mei's "Black Bird Manipulation" template had also been integrated by Seiran.
After all, controlling crows was a pretty impressive spell to have under the current power ceiling.
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