The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 223 - Master and Pet

The women’s locker room reserved for Nine Stars Academy was silent and empty.

Arianna entered quickly, closing the door behind her and letting out a long breath. The room was spacious enough—several benches, a large mirror on one wall, and two small doors leading to private toilet stalls. Unlike the public restrooms in the main corridor, crowded and open to anyone, only Nine Stars students could enter here.

Or at least, it should have been.

She walked toward the toilet, her hand already reaching for the door handle, when—

Click.

The sound of the door opening behind her.

Arianna spun around, and her heart stopped.

I stood in the doorway, leaning my shoulder against the frame, both hands in my pockets, offering her a faint smile.

"Ad—Adam?!" she gasped, her eyes widening. "What are you doing here?!"

I didn’t answer. I just walked in, letting the door close behind me with a click that echoed loudly in the silent room.

Arianna stepped back, her back nearly hitting the toilet door. Her crimson eyes stared at me with a mix of shock, anger, and... something else.

"This is the women’s locker room, you know!" her voice was loud, trying to sound fierce. "You have no right to be here! I could report you—"

"Go ahead and report me."

I kept walking closer, my steps slow, unhurried. Arianna retreated again, but she’d already hit the toilet door.

"You think I’m afraid of being reported?" I continued, still with that faint smile. "Report me to who? Violet? The headmaster? Your father? Your mo—"

"Stop right there!" she cut me off, her voice trembling slightly. "Don’t come any closer! I’m serious, Adam!"

I stopped about two meters from her. Close enough to see her flushed face, her quickening breath, and—ah, I loved this—the flicker in her eyes that she couldn’t hide.

"Actually," I said softly, "you were waiting for me, weren’t you?"

Arianna gasped. "W-What?!"

"Be honest, Arianna." I tilted my head, looking at her with a knowing gaze. "You came here alone on purpose, knowing I’d follow you. You want this."

Her face changed, from pink to crimson in an instant.

"Hah?! Don’t make things up!" her voice rose, trying to cover her nervousness. "Why would a girl like me wait for a loser like you?! Who do you think you are?! Don’t get cocky, you trash!"

Loser.

Trash.

Those words stung a little—not deeply, but enough to remind me that Arianna’s mouth was indeed very harsh. She’d always been like this, which is why she suited being a dog. But now, after everything that had happened...

I stepped forward, fast. In one motion, I stood directly before her, my body only inches from hers as she instantly tensed up.

"You really need special training," I said, my voice low, "don’t you, my dog?"

My dog. Those two words hit Arianna like lightning. Her body trembled. Her eyes widened. And that little notification appeared in my peripheral vision.

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 29 (+1)]

I smiled inwardly. What a bitch, she really liked being treated like this.

"W-What?! Dog?!" Arianna tried to sound angry, but her voice wasn’t as loud as before. "You’re crazy! Let me go! I—"

"You saw everything, didn’t you?" I cut her off, still in that low voice. "Up in the stands earlier. You saw what I was doing to Isabel. You’ve also seen what I can do, haven’t you?"

Arianna froze. Her already-red face grew even redder. Her eyes avoided mine.

"You think I don’t know," I continued, "that you came to the bathroom to masturbate while thinking about me treating you like a dog?"

"W-What?! NO!" she exclaimed, too loud. "I just—I just needed to pee! That’s literally it! You pervert! Don’t assume everyone’s like you—"

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 35 (+6)]

[Your Dominance over Arianna Increases to 76%.]

Liar. I laughed softly. My hand moved, reaching for the waistband of my uniform pants, and began to lower them.

Arianna gasped. "H-Hey! What are you—DON’T!"

My uniform pants dropped. And beneath my underwear, my erect cock was clearly visible.

Arianna’s eyes locked onto it.

"You must be bored, right?" I said, my voice teasing. "Watching those boring matches. How about we have some fun here?"

Arianna tried to look away, but failed. Her eyes kept being drawn there, to the large shape beginning to bulge against the thin fabric.

"Pu—put your pants back on! Right now!" her voice was almost a scream, but there was no force behind it. "Don’t show me that disgusting thing!"

I didn’t put my pants back on. Instead, I reached for her shoulders.

My touch made Arianna jolt violently. She tried to pull away, but my hands gripped her shoulders firmly. Not with full force, just enough to let her know she wasn’t going anywhere.

"Sit."

I pushed her down gently. Her knees bent, and within seconds, Arianna was kneeling before me.

"Be a good dog," I said, looking down at her, "and satisfy your master."

Arianna looked up. Her crimson eyes were now glazed with lust. Her gaze fell to what was before her face—my cock, now fully erect, pushing against my underwear so hard it was nearly tearing.

It was big. Very big. Even by my own standards, I knew this was beyond normal. Its dark red head was already peeking out from beneath the fabric, looming over Arianna’s pale face.

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 38 (+3)]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 42 (+4)]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 47 (+5)]

She shuddered. Maybe from fear, but fear mixed with something far deeper.

"Get that disgusting thing away!" her voice was hoarse, trying so hard to sound angry. "I don’t want—I won’t—"

I guided my cock toward her lips.

Its large head touched her soft lower lip. Arianna froze completely. Her eyes bulged as she stared at me with a mix of horror and... uncontrollable arousal.

"I think," I said, slowly rubbing my head against her lip, "you really need to be disciplined, you bad dog."

Arianna didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

"Open your mouth."

She didn’t open it.

I sighed, slightly annoyed.

"You know what I can do, right? I could force you. I could make you obey in much harsher ways. But I don’t want that. I want you to open your mouth yourself. Like a good obedient dog."

Arianna’s eyes trembled.

Her mind was at war. All the memories of that night in the bathroom—of how I’d treated her—all came flooding back in overwhelming waves. And those dreams. Those crazy dreams where she was the dog of the man before her.

She hated those dreams. But she also... looked forward to them.

Slowly, very slowly, her lips parted.

I didn’t wait any longer.

My hips pushed forward, and my large cock slid into her mouth.

"Aagh—!"

Arianna startled as my head hit her throat, as the muscles there reflexively squeezed my shaft. Tears immediately streamed down her face—from pain, from shock. Her hands rose, trying to push me away, but stopped mid-air, unsure what to do.

It felt... heavenly.

Her mouth was warm, wet, and tight. Her tongue accidentally touched the underside of my shaft, creating a sensation that made my spine tingle.

But Arianna was struggling. Her face was red, her breathing was ragged through her nose, and her throat kept reflexively squeezing my shaft. Saliva began dripping from the corner of her mouth.

I held for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, then withdrew.

Arianna coughed and sputtered, saliva and tears mixing on her face. She gasped for air, her hands clutching her own throat.

"Bastard... cough... are you trying to kill me?!" her voice was hoarse.

I didn’t answer. I just turned around, reached for the small bag I’d brought—the one slung over my shoulder this whole time. I opened it.

Inside were simple items: a headband with two black dog ears, and a black leather collar with a shiny silver chain.

Arianna, still coughing, saw those items and immediately went pale.

"W-What are those?"

I turned to face her, holding the collar and headband in my hands.

"Now, my bad dog," I said, "put these on."

Arianna stared at those items with horror. "You’re insane! I won’t—"

"I brought them specifically for you," I cut in, my voice calm but undeniable. "Because I planned to discipline you today."

"You crazy pervert! Lunatic! Sex maniac!" she cursed, but her body didn’t move. Her knees were still on the floor. Her eyes still stared at those items, and behind her fake anger...

[Your Dominance over Arianna Increases to 78%.]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 51 (+4)]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 54 (+3)]

She was incredibly aroused.

I ignored her curses. I knelt before her, holding the dog ear headband, and slowly placed it on her head.

Arianna didn’t resist. Her crimson eyes looked at me with an expression she couldn’t explain herself.

The headband fit perfectly on her head, two black ears standing cutely atop her beautiful red hair. Then the collar—I opened its clasp, wrapped it around her slender neck, and locked it.

Click.

That sound was so meaningful.

The silver chain dangled against her chest, gleaming under the room’s lights.

I stepped back slightly, looking at her. Arianna with her beautiful red hair, her pretty face, black dog ears on her head, and a collar with a chain around her neck.

"You really suit being my dog," I said, sincerely.

Arianna froze. Those words hit her harder than anything.

I grabbed her chain, pulling slightly. "Now, service my cock again."

Arianna looked at me. Then her gaze shifted to my erect cock, waiting, throbbing.

She felt humiliated. Insulted. Degraded to a level she’d never imagined. A girl like her—daughter of Ophelia Blazinger, heir to one of the strongest Hunter families, one of Nine Stars’ top students—now kneeling on a locker room floor with dog ears and a collar around her neck, ready to put a man’s cock in her mouth.

But somehow...

She was incredibly aroused.

She didn’t know why this was happening. Didn’t know when she’d become like this. All she knew was that since this man had taken her in that bathroom, something inside her had changed. Or maybe just awakened.

She squirmed closer, opened her mouth again.

But I pulled her chain, stopping her.

"Wait."

Arianna paused, looking at me confused.

I looked into her eyes. Her crimson eyes, wet, full of something she didn’t want to admit. I stroked her hair—gently, like petting a beloved dog.

"Be honest with me, Arianna."

She shivered under my touch.

"You know I have the ability to make you tell the truth," I continued, my voice soft but penetrating. "But I don’t need that. I want you to admit it yourself."

"Admit... what?" she whispered.

"You like this."

Arianna gasped. "I—"

"You like being treated like this," I cut in, my hand still stroking her hair. "You like being my dog."

"I—no! I don’t—"

Stroke.

"Since that first time," I continued, "I haven’t touched you again, have I? How many weeks? Three weeks? A month?"

Arianna was silent.

"During that time, you must have dreamed every night. Dreamed of me taking you again. Dreamed of me treating you like a dog. Leading you around with this chain."

Arianna bit her lip. Her face was crimson.

"That’s your fantasy, isn’t it?" I asked. "Be honest. You truly wished for it, didn’t you?"

Arianna froze.

Because... it was true.

For the past several days, almost every night she dreamed. Dreams where she was the dog of the man before her. Crawling behind him. Licking his feet. Sleeping in a kennel. And upon waking, she nearly went crazy because she liked it. She really liked it. And she hated that she liked it.

But now, before me, with dog ears on her head and a collar around her neck, she could no longer deny it.

I had been entering her dreams using my [Dreamweaver] skill, training her several times a week.

"I can make that hidden desire of yours come true," I whispered, my voice soft like persuasion. "All your dreams. I can make them real."

Arianna looked at me, her eyes glistening.

"But you have to ask," I continued. "You have to admit that you want it."

"..."

"If you want it," I said, still stroking her hair, "bark."

Both my palms stroked her head and ears—the same gesture as in her dreams. The same gesture when I trained her to be a good dog.

And Arianna, unconsciously, unable to stop it, let out that small sound.

"Woof."

[Your Dominance over Arianna Increases to 81%.]