“How many internationally acclaimed dog trainers haven’t been able to do anything with him?
Mom, I think we should just get Harry castrated and be done with it.
That’ll solve all your trouble at once.” My mother shot me a glare.
Before she could say anything, Harry, the horny mutt working away in the corner, seemed to understand what I said and started barking “woof, woof woof!” again.
“Wesley, I won’t agree to that unless absolutely necessary.” My mother looked at Harry’s lewd, stupid tongue‑lolling face, then shook her head with a frustrated expression.
At this point in my writing, my pen paused again.
If… But there’s no “if” in this world… I thought back to this black man, Nick, and all the things he would do later, and the corner of my lips almost bled from how hard I was biting them.
I stared at the sea surface for a long time before calming down and picking up my pen again.
At the moment when we were all at a loss with Harry, the horny mutt, and had no good solution, Nick watched his movements, the indescribable light in his eyes flickering.
He turned around and smiled at my mother.
“Aunt Lydia, my method may look a bit rough, but it will definitely work.
You can just watch.” I watched with a sense of schadenfreude as Nick walked toward Harry.
I had once tried to use violence to tame Harry, but that dog was so clever that whenever I raised my stick, before it even fell, he would start whining and howling, begging for mercy from my mother or my wife.
“Woof… woof…” Nick first approached Harry at a walk, then took two last steps and suddenly launched himself into the air, launching a high‑flying leg lift.
As he landed, his leg swung out in a whip kick, and Harry, who was still thrusting away like crazy, had no time to react.
The horny mutt soared like a kite with its string cut, and with a thud “plop,” he crashed heavily to the ground.
Before he could even bare his teeth, a big foot stepped on his head and pressed it firmly to the ground.
Under the sudden change of circumstances, Harry’s dog mouth, stuck in the earth, let out muffled, pitiful whimpers as he begged my mother for mercy.
“Nick…” My mother ran forward a few steps, visibly pained, but when Nick motioned with his hand, she stopped in her tracks.
Nick’s face was full of a pure, innocent smile, as if that previous violent ferocity had never existed.
“Aunt Lydia, it’s all right.” As he spoke, he lifted his foot.
Harry thought his begging had worked again and was just about to scramble away when Nick’s big foot came down once more, firmly pressing his head back into the ground.
The dog’s eyes stared desperately at my mother.
“Woof woof woof…” His whimpers sounded like a particularly human‑like plea for mercy.
“Aunt Lydia, when taming bitches taming dogs, I mean you have to balance kindness with authority.
You can’t be too indulgent.” As he spoke, Nick lifted his foot again.
Harry tried to run, and again his foot was firmly pressed back into the ground.
Both my mother and my wife, nervous, clutched their hands over their mouths, watching the once mighty and proud Harry, the horny mutt, being repeatedly crushed under Nick’s big foot until he had lost all his spunk.
“Lie down!” This time, Nick lifted his foot but did not bring it down.
Instead, he shouted, and Harry, looking pitiful, let out a couple of whining “woofs,” tucked his tail, and obediently lay down on the ground.
“Sit!” Nick, arms folded, did not move, only giving a simple command.
Harry, as if obeying on instinct, sat down without hesitation.
At that moment, everyone present, including me, was stunned speechless by Nick’s series of actions.
“Nick… Have you really tamed Harry?” My mother, her legs clad in sexy black stockings, strode forward and squatted down next to Harry.
Her slender hand gently stroked Harry’s dog head.
Feeling his mother’s touch, Harry carefully extended his tongue and licked lightly at her wrist.
His dog mouth let out a low “woof,” and his expression, particularly human‑like, seemed like he was begging my mother to quickly take him away from this black man, this was too terrifying.
Looking at how obedient and well‑mannered Harry had become, my mother’s delicate oval face showed a mix of surprise and joy.
She raised her head, and her peach‑blossom eyes, full of surprise, gazed at Nick.
Nick lowered his head slightly in response to my mother’s question, and in that instant, his eyes went straight.
He stood in front of my mother, who was squatting, and at the angle between them, the beautiful scenery of my mother’s alluring, sexy body came into full view.
The white shirt she wore in the summer was very thin, and under the sunlight, it was almost as thin as a cicada’s wing.
My mother’s full, white, plump breasts pressed tightly against the thin shirt, and from Nick’s lower angle, he could faintly make out the dark slit formed by the deep cleavage.
Combined with the pressure of her hugged‑up black‑stockinged legs, the buttons on the shirt’s placket, between each pair, slightly opened and closed, and through the little opening, a small piece of my mother’s smooth, white breast flesh peeked out, revealing my mother’s alluring, mature, motherly figure, which immediately became the focus of Nick’s line of sight.