Volume 3 Chapter 148 Azrael’s Dog Slave I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
How could Kian continue enjoying the subtle sweetness of his secret without Sarah discovering what had happened?
Last time, he had casually mentioned to her that he was considering full-body hair removal. That excuse still worked—he could simply say he decided to follow through with it. But the real issue was the tattoo near his lower abdomen. Sarah, being a skilled magician, would easily recognize it as a magical symbol meant for sensation-sharing. While she might not immediately connect it to Linca, the possibility of her suspecting some hidden relationship lingered uncomfortably in his mind.
He figured the most dangerous moment would be whenever he had to undress in front of Sarah.
The smooth, hairless skin combined with the suspicious mark—if she saw both at once, it would raise too many questions about the changes happening to the body of her longtime friend.
That said, the two problems weren’t unsolvable. As long as he avoided revealing both at the same time, it would be fine.
During tonight’s encounter, he intended to carefully guide Sarah’s attention in a certain direction—to gently hint at the mark, while playing down its significance. The goal was to make her think it had always been there.
So for tonight, Kian chose a particular plan—one that would let him keep his clothes on, but still share an intimate connection.
He had decided on a kind of playful scenario: one involving a set of accessories he’d picked up in Ramsey. A bit unusual, yes—but for someone like Sarah, who enjoyed being taken by surprise, it could serve as a reward.
And if he managed to gently introduce a similar symbol on her body during the process, he could build a story around it—that his own tattoo was a magical link between the two of them. A shared experience. A bond.
Kian grinned to himself.
”Not bad. Am I a genius or what?”
* * *
”Welcome, Kian.”
It was past midnight when he arrived at the room where Sarah was waiting. He passed through the usual corridor from the courtyard, now hushed and silent under the ancient temple’s slumbering night. Most of the residents were long asleep, save for the sentries. But Sarah was fully awake. She stood in the lamplight, wearing only a white dress.
Behind her hovered the half-crystallized forms of Vestacia and Ninini, moved to rest against the wall.
The room had no glass or wood in its windows, and by all rights, it should have been freezing. But thanks to Sarah’s magic, the air was warm and comfortable.
A magical barrier encased the entire space—nothing could enter or exit without permission, save for the insect golem used to manage waste. The soundproofing spell tonight was especially powerful, muting the outside world completely.
”The only corridor leading here has been transformed into a different realm,” Sarah said casually, “and I placed two beetle-type golems at the entrance to guard it.”
Kian looked back at the darkened passageway. It stretched unnaturally, as if warped. Though it wasn’t more than a hundred meters, the far end was lost in shadow. The beetle golems stationed there were hidden beyond reach.
No one could enter without passing through another world. Sarah had prepared well for tonight.
”Yes. For now, go inside,” she said, turning back. “When you bring in Ms. Ninini’s mattress, please bring mine too. The floor’s hard, even with a sleeping bag.”
”Sorry about that. I always want you to sleep on something soft and warm.”
”It’s just a little longer. Once the Guild staff arrives with Natra and the others, we can dig out a shelter and build proper beds.”
She smiled, stepping back into the softly lit room. She sat at the desk near the window, while Kian moved to the mat placed slightly behind it. The mattress beneath was good quality, its plush surface pressing gently through the sheet.
”Wow, that’s a lot of stuff,” Sarah said, glancing down at him as he unpacked his bulging backpack.
”I may have overdone it in Ramsey. I got the ingredients for the nutritional infusion… and a few extras.”
”Like a kid sneaking candy during an errands run.”
She giggled, but then paused. Her gaze sharpened as she noticed the unusual shapes of the items Kian was pulling out.
”Wait… Kian? What exactly did you buy in Ramsey?”
”What do you think?”
The last item was taken out—a tail-like accessory. Its polished wooden surface gleamed faintly in the lamplight.
Sarah crouched beside him, snatched up a headband with dog ears attached, and gave him a sharp look.
”Um, I was kind of planning for a normal night with you.”
”And I was hoping to enjoy a little surprise,” Kian replied. “Ramsey had some… interesting finds.”
”I have a very bad feeling about this. Is this some kind of festival costume?”
”Yeah. You could say that.”
”Wow~~ nostalgic!”
She laughed again, shaking her head in disbelief.
The warm orange glow of the magic lamp flickered slightly, casting deeper shadows across Sarah’s delicate features. Her eyes shimmered faintly, enhanced by her vampire bloodline—but her vision was slightly more limited in this lighting. Somehow, that made everything feel even more secretive. More exciting.
”Dog ears~! So cute! It suits you, Kian.”
”You’re the one who’s supposed to wear them.”
”Me? Sure. Woof woof~! I’m Sarah the dog! Heehee~”
”It really suits you. You’re adorable.”
”Really? Hehehe~”
Sarah nestled beside him, the ears still perched on her head. A sweet scent drifted from her—like honey, freshly washed and faintly glowing. Her shoulder, bare where her dress slipped slightly, brushed against his arm. The warmth from her skin radiated through the thin fabric between them.
Just like that, it almost felt like they could spend the whole night cuddling. That alone might have been enough. But Kian hadn’t brought all this for nothing. Gently, without rushing, he had to guide her heart into this strange but meaningful play.
He moved a bucket aside, then lightly reached for her shoulder.
Sarah leaned into his chest with no resistance.
Though tall for a woman, she was still smaller than Kian. She settled naturally on his knee. Compared to other girls he’d met—like Aliona or Linca—Sarah had a firmer build, perhaps because of the unique muscle tension in her body. But it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. It was her, and that was all that mattered.
He buried his nose lightly into her neck, inhaling her gentle scent, and softly ran his hands over her stomach—slow, steady, and respectful, even over the fabric of her dress.
”Woof, woof, awoo!”
”Oh, that’s pretty good.”
”Right? At first, I was terrible. I didn’t sound like a dog at all. But I practiced, just in case it’d help with warrior monk communication.”
”I bet Shajar had a hard time watching that.”
”Yeah… My dad was already talking less and less. I can imagine how painful it must’ve been for him, seeing his almost 20-year-old daughter barking like a dog every night.”
”No one expected that effort would come in handy like this.”
He shifted the way he stroked Sarah’s stomach, changing from broad palm movements to gentle, circular motions with his fingertips. Her muscles tensed slightly beneath the white fabric of her dress, and she let out a soft breath, leaning the back of her head against his chest. Her brown knees, peeking from beneath her skirt, fidgeted faintly under the dim light.
”You’re really good at this… massage.”
”Does it feel alright?”
”Yeah…”
The dry fabric of her dress brushed against her skin, soft and warm beneath his hand. He could feel the subtle firmness of her toned abs underneath. His right hand gradually moved downward to her lower abdomen, while his left hovered just under her ribs.
As he gently massaged around her navel, Sarah’s breathing slowed. Her eyes fluttered shut, as if focusing on every trace of movement.
His fingertips circled lower, tracing light patterns near her waist, while his other hand slowly moved up and down her sides.
Her body temperature felt like it was rising through her dress, and her legs tightened subtly beneath the skirt.
”Hey… that belt you brought. Could it be…?”
Sarah glanced at the simple collar lying nearby.
”It’s for your neck.”
”I thought so… So, this is part of tonight’s plan.”
”If you’re not into it, we can do something else.”
”…No. I want to try it.”
She picked up the belt without hesitation. The string attached to its buckle brushed against his arm as she fastened it gently around her own neck.
Dog ears, a collar, and a leash—complete transformation.
Sarah placed her hand over his, pressing down softly as if to say, Don’t stop.
”Tonight… I want to be your pet.”
* * *
Her white one-piece dress now lay half on the mat and half trailing onto the cool stone floor.
Sarah’s “dog costume” was surprisingly elaborate. Dog ears, a leather collar, a matching black leash, gloves to protect her hands, and knee guards. There was even a set of string panties and a decorative belt meant for… well, added realism. A tail attachment had apparently been considered, but was wisely skipped for now.
Even for someone with her bold spirit, diving straight into full cosplay mode would’ve been a bit much. There were limits, even for her.
”W-Wow… even I feel kind of embarrassed in this.”
Her eyes glanced down at herself. Brown skin against a skimpy outfit, barely-there straps, and nothing left to the imagination. If someone like Vestacia or Ninini walked in right now, she might never recover.
”This is probably more daring than being totally naked…”
”Honestly, I don’t know if I can keep calm anymore.”
”S-Suddenly? I mean… it’s fine, but—”
”No, wait. Let’s not rush. If we’re doing this, let’s do it right.”
”You’re right… This whole thing’s so new, I kind of want to go all the way with it. Should I… get on all fours?”
”Wait, wha—Sarah!?”
She moved without hesitation.
Turning her back to him, Sarah knelt, both hands and knees protected by leather gloves and pads. Her bare feet rested behind her, toes pressing into the ground. Her posture was perfect, confident, and strangely elegant.
And her figure—now clearly visible in the form-fitting outfit—caught his breath.
Usually, her body seemed slender beneath her robe or dress. But now, with everything on display, he realized how toned and strong she really was. Her hips were full, her back straight, her pose steady and poised like an actual trained warrior.
Yet somehow, even with all that strength, she looked delicate.
The shadows from the magic lamp cast soft outlines across her back and legs. Her entire form was framed in dim, warm light, like something out of a dream.
”Dogs… pee like this, right?” she said playfully, lifting one leg like she was about to strike a pose.
”H-Huh!?”
She chuckled. “Kidding. Just kidding.”
Sarah dropped her leg and turned toward him. Crawling on all fours, she gently nudged his knee with her forehead.
”Master?”
Her voice was quiet, almost teasing, but with a gentle trust beneath it.
”Please take good care of me.”
”Alright then. Let’s take you for a lap around the room.”
”Sounds good. Let’s try it.”
With that, Kian picked up the leash clipped to Sarah’s collar.
The belt around her waist was brown, and the leash itself was red. But under the dim glow of the magic stone lamp overhead, both looked nearly black.
”Are your hands or knees okay?”
”I’m fine,” Sarah replied, her voice calm. “The leather is soft enough. It doesn’t hurt.”
”Alright, then… shall we go?”
”Woof.”
The walk began.
This chamber, located in the left wing, was surprisingly spacious—larger even than the courtyard or the main hall. The walls were lined with engraved runes, and the floor was polished to a glassy finish.
They started from the center, where Vestacia was sealed behind her crystal bindings, and moved outward toward the far edge of the room. From there, they traced the perimeter in a wide circle. Sarah followed behind on all fours, her movements stiff but determined.
Walking ahead, they could hear the soft scrape of her hands and knees on the stone floor. Her pace was steady, though her face remained low, hidden beneath strands of hair.
She wasn’t used to this kind of thing.
Even so, she followed—quietly, obediently.
They reached the end of the lap. As they turned to face her, Sarah was still down on all fours, her head bowed, cheeks tinged with pink.
She must’ve realized how absurd this whole thing was halfway through. But when she looked up, her eyes shone with an odd mix of embarrassment and resolve. Like she’d chosen to see it through.
”Sarah. Sit.”
It was their first command.
Sarah snorted softly and turned her face away, clearly resisting.
”Hey… Sarah.”
”…”
”Ms. Sarah?”
Suddenly, she sprang forward.
Caught off guard, Kian didn’t even try to dodge. She grabbed his sleeve and yanked him to the ground, her strength surprising despite her position.
As he landed flat on his back, Sarah pounced atop thim like a playful animal.
”Woof! Woof! Wahoo!”
”Whoa! Sarah—stay! Stay!”
”Wahoo! I don’t understand the common language of the West!”
”Don’t mess around!”
Despite his protests, she pressed her curled hands to his cheeks like imitation paws.
”Hey!”
”I’m a bad dog,” she said, puffing her cheeks slightly.
”H-hey, knock it off…”
She leaned in closer, pinning him with her knees on either side. Her face hovered above theirs, eyes narrowed in mischief.
It felt like being tackled by an overenthusiastic puppy.
Sarah let out a short, fake growl, then tapped his shoulder gently with her hand. She leaned in and brushed her face lightly against his—like a nuzzle, almost teasing.
Then she bit—not hard, just a light touch with her front teeth—first near the shoulder, then the cheek. The sensation startled him, but there was no real pain.
After each little nip, she followed up with a quick lick, her tongue brushing the spot as if to apologize.
A faint scent—cool like breath mints, yet sweet—lingered in the air.
”Dogs have rules,” Sarah murmured. “If you don’t show who’s boss, you’ll just end up being barked at forever.”
”This girl…”
She wasn’t joking.
This was what she wanted.
Sarah—usually proud, stoic, a warrior monk who never bowed her head—was choosing to let that image break here. Just for now. Just in this strange, quiet room where no one else could see.
She wanted to give in, just a little.
He reached up, hand resting on her back. Then, without warning, he gave her rear a firm pat.
”Yelp!”
Sarah flinched, letting out a tiny yip more out of surprise than pain.
Her movements paused. She stared at him, stunned… then stilled completely.
The cloth covering her hips had shifted slightly, and she sat there frozen—her face now flushed a deep red.
Another pat. A little stronger.
”Ah!”
And another.
”Ng—”
Each motion sent a faint tremor through her. She didn’t resist, only shifted slightly with each tap, her breathing gradually growing uneven.
Her expression changed—no longer mischievous, but strangely soft. She closed her eyes halfway, as if accepting the rhythm.
One more.
”…”
Again.
”…”
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
The strength of the smacks wasn’t enough to hurt. It was more about the intent behind it—a clear, firm signal: *I’m in charge.*
Sarah lowered her eyes. Her lips parted slightly, as if to say something—but she stopped herself. Instead, she leaned forward and gave their cheek a gentle lick, then nuzzled against it.
”…Good girl,” they murmured.
”Woof,” she whispered back, quiet as a breath.
”…It’s good that you understand. Sorry for hitting you so many times.”
After the punishment came kindness.
Kian gently supported Sarah’s back and patted her head like one might soothe a loyal pet.
Sarah, eyes half-lidded, leaned into the gesture, letting out a soft breath of contentment.
”Well then,” he said calmly, “shall we begin for real now?”
”Woof.”
The response came without hesitation.
”You’re a dog right now,” he reminded, a faint smile in their tone. “If you start talking like a person again, there’ll be consequences.”
”…Woof!”
Kian gave a small nod. He lightly pushed Sarah aside and stood up. With a tug of the leash in his hand, Sarah followed him without resistance, moving on all fours.
He stopped by her desk, where a white mat had been neatly laid out.
Kian sat cross-legged on the floor. Sarah, still on all fours, positioned herself before him. Under his gaze, her cheeks colored, and she awkwardly looked away.
”Sit.”
It was a command she had previously resisted. But this time, she obeyed without delay. She adjusted her posture on all fours, settling into a seated position in front of him.
Her knees were apart, and her posture awkwardly exposed more than intended. A flicker of self-consciousness crossed her face as she instinctively brought her hands in front of herself in a feeble attempt to shield her modesty.
But the movement only made things more distracting.
”I can sense something… off,” Kian murmured, narrowing his eyes.
Sarah froze.
”…Woof.”
Her hands pressed closer together, trying to cover herself more tightly.
Kian tilted his head.
”Paw.”
”…!?”
”You heard me. Paw.”
”Woof…”
Slowly, her right hand rose and placed itself forward.
Her face shifted into something like resignation, as though silently accepting whatever came next.
”Other one.”
”…Woof.”
She raised her left hand too, presenting both in front like a dog performing a trick.
Her posture was unbalanced. She looked vulnerable and shy.
But Kian didn’t say anything cruel. He simply observed her.
”You need to rehydrate.”
”Woof.”
He stood up and went over to the desk. From underneath, he grabbed a flat dish and a clear bottle of water. He returned, poured a shallow amount into the dish, and set it down before her.
”Woof Woof.”
Sarah lowered herself further, letting her dark hair fall around her face as she bent forward and began lapping at the water gently. Her movement was graceful, even in such a strange act.
Her body was lean, trained. Her brown skin shone faintly in the light. There was a soft, clean scent lingering in the air.
Kian watched her quietly.
She was beautiful. No matter the strange roles they played, Sarah always moved with a quiet, unspoken strength.
When she finished, she looked up at him with a soaked chin, her breathing steady.
Kian leaned forward, brushing a hand along her cheek, and gently wiped her mouth.
”You’re too eager sometimes,” he whispered.
Sarah blinked, her expression unreadable. Then, almost playfully, she nudged her face against his hand.
”Roll over.”
”…Woof.”
She lay back on the mat, her limbs slightly spread, her face tinged pink.
Her hands instinctively drifted to cover herself again. Something about the way she looked at him was both embarrassed… and expecting.
Kian stared for a moment, taking in the sight. The brown-skinned girl, lying in submission, was like a wild creature trying hard to act tame.
”It hurts there, doesn’t it?” he asked gently. “Lie still.”
”Woof…”
She nodded slightly, relaxing onto the mat.
Kian reached down, brushing the backs of her thighs. Her body tensed, then eased.
”Just hold still. I’ll take care of it.”
”…Okay.”
The rest happened without words.
Kian moved with quiet hands, not roughly, but with purpose. He adjusted her position, gave a final check, then backed off.
Sarah lay there, breath shaky, her body slightly trembling from the tension.
After a long pause, Kian stood and looked down at her, offering a faint smile.
”Alright. Let’s take a walk in the hall next.”
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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