23: Chapter 13.1 Ways to Please the Master!
(Or Not) 23: Chapter 13.1 Ways to Please the Master!
(Or Not) Every slave wore an iron slave collar.
At first glance, it was just a plain restraint, like a shackle.
In the original story, the focus was on the time after Piel and the other heroines had already shed their slave status.
So the info I’d heard back then was just…
‘It activates a restraint spell if you harm your master.’ ‘It’s infused with magic that forces absolute obedience to commands.’ ‘Only the master can remove it.’ And so on.
That was about it.
So I had no idea.
That this collar had a function like this .
To be precise, it might not have been an original feature.
But just moments ago, the moment Piel’s eyes sparkled as she asked if I had a dog leash, the slave collar started reshaping itself.
Click.
The black iron rearranged in an instant, taking on the exact appearance of a ‘dog collar.’ The next click added the leash.
And that’s why I’m in this situation now.
In the vast garden of the Argent estate, I’m holding the leash extending from the slave collar and taking a walk.
And the ‘dog’ is…
of course, Piel.
Ears perked up, tail wagging excitedly, crawling briskly on all fours in her maid outfit ahead of me.
The clothes are a high-class maid uniform, but the behavior is pure pet.
I can’t tell if I’m crazy or if this world is.
But one thing is certain.
Piel looks happy right now.
She’s not hiding her tail.
She’s not hunching her body.
She’s not afraid of me.
Instead, she tugs lightly on the leash to lead the way, and when I pause, she turns back with sparkling eyes, urging me on.
What a insane situation, but I found myself chuckling without realizing it.
“How is it, Master?
My parents always fought sometimes, but the next day they’d go on a walk like this and make up right away!” “Ah, um…
yeah…
I feel a bit better now…” “Hehe!
See?
Our house was always in the snowy mountains, but every time they came back from a walk to the cabin, they were both drenched in sweat!” A ‘vigorous walk’ in the snowy mountains that left them both soaked in sweat.
The image popping into my head right now isn’t a walk but something else…
no, it must be my dirty mind.
I was thinking that when the real problem arose elsewhere.
Lucas Argent.
The illegitimate son of a shadowy family even royalty couldn’t touch, treated like a ghost even in the mansion.
Normally, people passed by as if I didn’t exist, but now it was different.
Someone once said it, right?
Even the bottom has a bottom.
And I was feeling that in real time right now.
Murmur murmur murmur.
I’d chosen an empty area near the annex’s inner courtyard, but everyone was watching.
And without fail, they were all whispering.
“Whoa…
he gets one slave and now he’s got the kid on a dog leash, making her crawl?” “As soon as something weaker shows up, his true colors come out…
ugh, disgusting.” “I felt sorry for him as a bastard, but now I see he’s just a dog bastard.” The gazes of passing maids.
Faces that always treated me like air were now openly showing disgust.
Eyes asking how he could do this.
Eyes looking at me like filthy vermin.
I get it.
I can see exactly what they’re misunderstanding.
Everyone’s convinced I’m making the slave crawl around to my taste.
‘Fuck…
that’s not my thing.’ But could I stop because of that?
Piel was laughing properly for the first time since being dragged into this mansion.
She’s crawling hard, wagging her tail to please her master like imitating her parents.
If I said “This is embarrassing, let’s stop” here?
That wouldn’t just crush Piel’s spirit—it would deny the ‘way of love’ her deceased parents passed down to her.
So I pushed the stares aside for now.
Lucas Argent was this kind of character from the start anyway.
What’s the difference between zero treatment in the family and negative one?
Besides, unlike the original, I planned to bolt from this house at the first opportunity anyway.
In other words, my one priority right now.
Don’t break Piel’s tail.
I walked slowly behind the wagging tail, pretending to stay calm.
And decided to at least act like a gentleman.
“Piel, everything’s fine, but…
lower your hips a bit.
Your panties are showing.” “Eek?!
M-Master, don’t look…!” “I don’t want to see it, but it’s visible, you rascal.” About ten minutes in.
Piel, who seemed like she’d walk forever, suddenly stopped.
“Master!
That’s enough walking for now!” “Oh?” I let out a brief sigh of relief.
The story about her parents returning drenched from a ‘vigorous walk’ had me uneasy, wondering if I’d get dragged into some stamina race too.