In the Doghouse - Chapter 103
She glanced around both the entrance to the alley they had come from and the opposite direction. Despite the nearby noise, there wasn’t a single soul in sight. Her excitement clouded her mind, preventing her from realizing that this emptiness was the result of their guards.
Courtney lifted the front of Richard’s dress. The cold air rushing between his legs made him gasp. With a smirk, Courtney whispered as she slid her hand under his skirt.
“There’s really no point in you wearing underwear.”
Richard knew exactly what she was pointing out. Inside the tiny panties, only his two balls were contained, while his fully erxct p***s had already sprung free. To be fair, even before he got hard, the small triangle of women’s underwear couldn’t hold him properly—it was simply too small.
Courtney ran her bare hand over the bulge of his erxctixn pressing against his lower abdomen. The lace undergarments she touched with her fingertips were hers. After all, she had been the one who insisted on putting these panties on him, even the ones hidden from sight.
“You can keep these. You won’t be able to wear them again anyway.”
“I apologize…”
Richard bowed his head deeply. But there was no escaping the shame. His wig, which had slipped loose, tickled his cheeks, as if reminding him not to forget how ridiculous he looked.
Courtney pressed herself closer to him, rubbing her chest against the padded fake brxxsts while her hand worked up and down his shxft. Each time the skin slid, a wet squelch echoed in the narrow alley.
The surrealness of the situation made Richard dizzy. Here he was, in a filthy back alley, in a ludicrous outfit, with his cxck out. He could hear the distant noise of passersby, and the contrast made the experience even more devastating—and intoxicating. The parasol he held filled with the heat of his own ragged breath.
Each time Courtney moved her hand mercilessly, stifled moans and gasps leaked from Richard’s lips—soft, suppressed, and unsatisfying to her.
“Make more noise. I want to hear it. Pretty sounds.”
She rubbed her thumb over the wet slit of his tip. As clear fluid gushed from the opening, Richard’s mouth spilled out an erxtic groan in response.
“Haa… ugh, Master, ah…!”
His hips jerked involuntarily. His hands, which repeatedly clenched and unclenched, wrinkled the fabric of his dress. The parasol wobbled as his hands shook. The precum dripping from his shxft spilled over Courtney’s hand, dirtying both of their clothes.
Sweat beaded on his throat as Courtney pressed her lips against his neck and whispered in a sticky voice.
“Already close?”
“Nngh, yes… yes…!”
Richard nodded desperately, his back trembling with anticipation of release. But just then, Courtney’s hand abruptly pulled away.
Confused, Richard looked up. Courtney was smiling mischievously as she took a step back, her voluminous skirt fluttering back into place, concealing the mess he’d made and everything that had just happened.
With a sweet smile, she spoke.
“Even a dog knows where to relieve itself. You’re not some stray mutt.”
Richard’s eyelids quivered, a tear or bead of sweat—he wasn’t sure which—sliding down his cheek. As Courtney calmly straightened his wrinkled dress, she casually said,
“It’s getting late. Let’s head back.”
“…Yes.”
His voice trembled uncontrollably. The humiliation of being denied release at the peak of his arousal was unbearable. Part of him wanted to beg her, but another part of him recoiled at the thought of how pathetic it was to feel disappointed over not ejxculxting in a filthy alley. The conflicting, shameful feelings provided a perverse pleasure far greater than any orgxsm.
Courtney licked her lips, staring at his pitiful expression. The wicked satisfaction she felt soaked her as well. Gripping his rear tightly, she added,
“I’ll let you cry as much as you want when we’re home.”
Richard swallowed hard and nodded. It was the best outing of his life—enough to make him wish for a festival every day of the year.
* * *
Though Courtney had been busier than anyone while preparing for the Harvest Festival, once it began, there wasn’t much for her to do. The day after their outing, she attended the blessing ceremony at the temple, and after that, her schedule cleared. It was likely because of this that all sorts of thoughts she had been putting off began to surface.
She headed straight to Richard’s office. Once the attendants left and they were alone, she got straight to the point.
“Give me the next volume.”
“Pardon?”
Richard immediately recognized the book she suddenly thrust at him. Of course he did—it was the one he had given her. Courtney, her face slightly pouty, continued.
“You have the next volume, don’t you? Of this book.”
The book she handed over was Understanding Perverts: A Beginner’s Guide, which she had read so much that it was worn out.
The reason Courtney was looking for the next volume was simple. She had never considered herself particularly talented in anything. If she had any strengths, it was that she never shied away from effort. And now that she had successfully managed the Harvest Festival, she decided to channel her efforts in a new direction.
As their nights together progressed, she realized she needed to properly understand the things she was doing with Richard. Just going with the flow might be satisfying, but it was potentially dangerous.
The previous day’s play that Richard had requested was the same. Controlling his breathing by pressing on his throat—she had gone along with it in the heat of the moment, but in hindsight, it was an incredibly dangerous and reckless act.
Courtney concluded that she lacked sufficient knowledge before she could continue experimenting. If she couldn’t cure his perversions—not that she intended to—at the very least, they needed to ensure safety.
This made her think of the book Richard had gifted her before their wedding.
「 To my bride, may this book serve as your guide.
—R. 」
When she first saw it, she had thrown it aside, but in the end, it had indeed served as her guide.
However, for some reason, Richard had a slightly awkward expression.
“There is a next volume, but…”
“Then give it to me.”
Richard rose reluctantly. He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a book with a blank spine from between a collection of scholarly works.
He kept such a monstrous book there? Courtney was a bit taken aback but chose not to comment. After all, keeping it under her pillow wasn’t exactly a great choice either.
Richard handed over the book with a still uncomfortable look on his face.
“Look through it, but if there’s anything that doesn’t sit well with you, just ignore it.”
“Why? Isn’t this your thing?”
“It’s not exactly that, but…”
Now he was trying to be modest? Courtney grabbed the book from his hand. At this point, she wasn’t afraid of a mere book. Like many who had gained a little knowledge, she had become both humble and overconfident simultaneously.
“All right, I’ll check it out.”
With that, she grabbed the two books and spun around, leaving the room. Richard’s eyes held a hint of unease as he watched her go.
That night, Courtney quickly learned why.
