In the Doghouse - Chapter 148
Richard, feeling on the verge of a mishap, kept pleading and pleading. He squeezed around her finger with all his might. Though his stomach was already bubbling painfully, he was far beyond noticing it.
“You see? This is what happens when you do things that deserve punishment.”
Courtney replied calmly, moving her finger to scratch his inner walls. She could feel the water, but the sensation didn’t disgust her. After all, the sight of Richard bent over the office desk, desperately trying to keep himself together, was just too satisfying.
She stirred the insides thoroughly until the water grew lukewarm, deliberately avoiding any spots that might provide him relief or pleasure. Though Richard kept begging, “Please, please,” he soon lost sight of what he was even pleading for.
He just wanted it over with, hoped she’d press firmly on the most sensitive places. His strength was beginning to wane in every part of his body. Only after his mind had turned to mush did Courtney finally pull her finger out.
“Ah…!”
He tightened himself immediately, but he couldn’t stop a few droplets from trickling down over the already dried spots. His face burned with an unbearable shame.
Courtney held her hand in front of his face, and Richard reflexively shut his eyes tight, as if not seeing it would make it disappear. Amused, she chuckled and said,
“Open your eyes.”
He slowly opened his eyes with a look of anxious hesitation, a tear gliding down the bridge of his nose.
Courtney smoothed back his disheveled hair. He seemed to become more endearing with every day that passed, though she couldn’t quite tell if he was truly growing more lovable or if she was simply viewing him with more fondness.
Richard cautiously examined her hand in front of him. His relief was visible as he saw there was nothing on it but wrinkled fingertips. Just as he sighed in relief, however, her finger entered his mouth.
He fought down a sudden urge to gag, but he tentatively licked her finger, and she affectionately petted his hair, making him feel elated enough to forget his stomach pain—if only for a moment.
“Now, let’s continue.”
“Yes, Master.”
For Richard, the misfortune was that the cleansing process still wasn’t over. A complete flush of his behind required more time. Courtney filled the syringe with another dose and set an hourglass before him as she flipped it over.
She listened to his irregular groans as she cleaned up the area, ensuring that no one would notice anything amiss in the office. Of course, some people might suspect, but it was a matter of courtesy.
Softly, the sand grains began falling. Richard watched them accumulate with an impending sense of dread.
Finally, the last grain of sand fell. Pretending not to notice, Courtney continued facing away until he spoke up.
“Master…”
“Hm.”
“T-The sand, aahn… it’s all fallen.”
“Oh.”
Courtney turned around with a bright smile, but she quickly picked up the hourglass and flipped it over again.
Despair filled Richard’s blue eyes as she spoke in an irritatingly cheerful tone.
“I never said it would be over after one turn.”
“Nngh… Master, please remove it…”
Unable to hide his discomfort any longer, Richard’s voice was pleading. In stark contrast, Courtney found the situation genuinely amusing. It felt like a game in which only she held the winning hand. She could pull a surprise move whenever he began to adjust, winning every time.
“Do you want to empty yourself now? Then you’ll have to do it here. But if you hold on a little longer, I’ll let you go to the restroom.”
Richard’s face went blank, and his teary gaze seemed lost as it darted around.
He absolutely hated the idea of having to relieve himself in front of her. Courtney, for her part, didn’t particularly want to witness such a moment either, so she usually allowed him to use the restroom unless an accident seemed inevitable. Today, however, she felt like pushing his patience.
After a long struggle, Richard finally replied,
“I-I’ll hold it…”
“All right, then.”
Courtney casually resumed sorting through the desk. She leafed through irrelevant papers, ignoring his desperate glances.
Since Courtney had started visiting the office, Richard’s work efficiency had improved dramatically. He couldn’t afford not to, after all. If his sly advisor ran to her, claiming the Crown Prince hadn’t yet completed his work, she would promptly leave without a second thought.
But at this moment, his work was the least of his worries. Urgent matters such as an alliance proposal due tomorrow or unfinished meeting minutes were nothing compared to the pressure brewing inside him.
Before the sand was even halfway through, Richard spoke up again.
“Master… hhnnh…”
“Yes?”
“I really can’t hold it anymo— nngh!”
His face contorted in agony, and no amount of gritting his teeth could stave off the inevitable. Even if she allowed him to go now, he wouldn’t make it to the restroom. In retrospect, he should have accepted his fate earlier. Now, he could feel his intestines twisting in protest.
Courtney nodded toward a metal pail kept in a corner for emergencies. Under normal circumstances, the pail would have seemed horrifying, but to Richard, it now looked like a godsend. He looked from the pail to Courtney, who nodded her approval.
Despite her permission, moving toward it was a monumental task. If he straightened up, disaster would surely strike. Richard lowered himself from the desk and crawled toward the pail on trembling knees, still in his state of disarray.
Courtney perched herself on the desk, observing his slow, desperate journey.
