## Chapter 4 – No. 25. Taking a Walk #2
Though I’d been bound by iron chains on a leash before, this was my first time with a soft, leather collar. At first, I felt ashamed, but I soon realized even that was a luxury. I was well aware it was a dog collar, but it was far better than an iron collar with inward-facing thorns.
No. 25 consoled himself in this way, taking the red dog collar that Acer had brought and placing it around his own neck.
Acer watched the shivering No. 25 with a satisfied smile.
“It suits you quite well. How about wearing it from now on?”
“If you wish…”
No. 25 answered Acer’s question immediately. If this was the master’s preference, the slave naturally had an obligation to comply. A dog collar was nothing compared to the pain his body endured. Acer lightly slapped No. 25’s back after he finished speaking and smiled slyly.
“Just kidding. Now, let’s go out.”
She pulled on the leash attached to the end of the collar and walked ahead.
The moderate control in the hand pulling the leash. It was skillful control, neither tightening too much nor giving the slave too much freedom.
Thanks to this, No. 25 was able to follow Acer with relative ease.
As soon as they opened the main gate of the Demon King’s castle and greeted the night air, a chilly wind rushed at No. 25’s skin as if to tear it apart.
It was impossible to withstand this cold with just a maid uniform.
He didn’t want to show his discomfort, so he tried his best to appear normal, but his unconsciously trembling body was something No. 25 couldn’t control.
Seeing the shivering No. 25, Acer took off her coat—made of tiger skin—and readily draped it over No. 25. As soon as he felt the warmth on his shoulders, No. 25 was startled and opened his mouth.
“You don’t have to do this…!”
What kind of master gives things to a slave? At least in No. 25’s common sense, such a thing was classified as absurd.
But Acer said in a firm tone.
“How can I call myself a king if I stand by and watch my servant shiver in the cold?”
At that moment, No. 25 even had the illusion of seeing a halo behind Acer.
This person is the real deal. If someone had to stand above this insane world, it had to be Acer, he even thought.
Acer glanced at the night sky once before gently tugging on No. 25’s leash again.
“The night is long. Let’s start right away.”
Each time Acer walked ahead, the leash tightened again. No. 25 obediently followed her about four steps behind. The Demon King’s territory was, as she said, very vast. Trapped in a small world, No. 25 didn’t know what to do with his suddenly expanded world.
Behind the mansion was a forest of unknown origin, and in the middle of the courtyard was a fountain that seemed to be modeled after the Demon King herself. Others might criticize it as a maniacal taste, but even that looked beautiful to No. 25.
Near the fountain, colorful flowerbeds were showing off their fragrant scents to each other.
Acer scratched the back of her head with her index finger, seemingly embarrassed, as No. 25’s gaze was fixed on the fountain.
“I didn’t want to make it. Don’t stare at it like that.”
“Yes, I’m sorry…”
Acer wiggled her fingertips again, making her unique *hmm* sound and complaining slightly.
“Something’s missing.”
Seeing Acer like that, No. 25 was worried again. Could it be that he hadn’t pleased her? Would he suddenly be discarded as a piece of trash who couldn’t even fulfill his duties?
No. 25 vaguely thought that Acer wasn’t that kind of person, but the pain of life that had accumulated in No. 25’s body was naturally more significant than the trust that had formed in one night.
Amid No. 25’s worries, Acer finally opened her mouth.
“That’s it. How about imitating a dog?”
“D-Dog imitation, you mean?”
He had only seen dogs twice in his life. Both times, it was the sight of his family being eaten.
Recalling the unpleasant memory, No. 25 questioned his master’s command, unlike a slave. Acer’s eyes were filled with firm determination. As a slave, he couldn’t disobey his master’s command, so No. 25 barely recalled his memories and slowly began to crawl like a dog, placing both hands on the ground.
“How is it? Good, right?”
Acer made an excited voice like a delighted child.
“Yes… it’s good.”
Acer tilted her head. It was as if she had heard something she shouldn’t have. Acer knelt down, stroked No. 25’s head, and said kindly.
“A dog shouldn’t speak human language.”
The cruelty hidden behind that kindness, bearing the name of Demon King, began to touch No. 25’s skin.
This woman was the owner of the name ‘Demon King,’ who had conquered an area by force. No matter how beautiful and kind she seemed, he mustn’t forget that fact.
“Woof…! Woof…!”
No. 25 was desperately imitating a dog, drawing strength from his core to survive.
Acer clapped her hands together, delighted like a girl.
“Good! You’re super cute right now!”
Acer was so excited that she tightened the leash even more than before and began to take a walk around the yard. Simply going from two feet to four feet made it more difficult to keep up with Acer’s pace than before.
No. 25 gasped for breath as the leash gradually tightened around his neck.
“Hah… hah…”
The maids who were still working in the garden were giving unknowable smiles as they watched No. 25 crawling like a dog.
Acer circled around the fountain and then sat cross-legged on a bench. No. 25 faithfully carried out his role as a dog. He showed the appearance of lowering only his buttocks in front of Acer, who was sitting on the bench.
His body was instinctively moving to satisfy his master and to avoid dying.
Acer seemed quite pleased with No. 25’s appearance. Acer stroked No. 25’s head with a gentle touch and then immediately gave the next command.
“Roll over here.”
As she said, No. 25 immediately lay back and bent his arms and legs like a dog, showing the most submissive posture possible. He stuck out his tongue and even reproduced the panting breath of a dog.
“I should give you a reward, right?”
Acer leaned forward slightly and stroked No. 25’s neck or petted his stomach. It was a skillful touch, as if she had done it many times.
“How is it? Dogs like to be touched like this.”
“Whimper… whimper…”
Each time Acer’s cold fingers brushed against No. 25’s body, strength began to enter No. 25’s genitals, which he had barely calmed down.
Acer noticed the change, and her eyes narrowed into crescents.
No. 25 couldn’t tell whether that sign was displeasure or joy, and he was annoyed for the first time at his masculinity, which had begun to rise without a clue.
Acer’s hand instantly entered No. 25’s underwear and grabbed his penis.
She began to whisper sweetly in No. 25’s ear.
“Standing up so hard like this… Don’t tell me you want me, the Demon King, to take care of it for you?”
“N-No, that’s absolutely not it!”
No. 25 forgot that he was imitating a dog and desperately denied it. If he didn’t calm down this penis now, he would surely be killed. No. 25 was thinking that.
But the penis, once erect, didn’t seem to want to calm down easily, even in the face of the fear of death.
In fact, it was a natural thing. It is said that a person’s desire to reproduce reaches its peak before death, isn’t it? The feeling No. 25 was feeling now was no different from that.
The Demon King seemed lost in thought for a moment.
Seeing that expression, No. 25 sensed his end. That expression must be one of 고민 about how to kill him, he certainly thought so. But what came out of Acer’s mouth was completely different from No. 25’s expectations.
“Okay, if you want it that badly…. I’ll take care of it for you with my own hands.”
Before No. 25 could say anything, Acer slowly began to shake No. 25’s penis up and down.
