Volume 8 Chapter 4 Loyal Dog Georgia ~Georgia~
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ms. Georgia. Wear this outfit to Sir Soyuz’s bedroom today,” Lena said, blocking my path as I neared my master’s door.
Today was the day I’d serve my master alone for the first time. No more relying on Mama’s guidance—I was on my own.
”On a day this special, you should wear something extraordinary,” Lena said, handing me an outfit.
Could it be… she was giving me a pretty dress to celebrate my first service? Well, it was a special day, and I was female. Naturally, I wanted to look nice and earn my master’s praise.
I followed Lena’s instructions and examined the outfit she’d given me. What the hell was this?!
”It’s… interesting, I guess. Sir Soyuz will definitely notice it,” Lena said with a sweet smile.
B-but… this was a revealing ensemble, far more daring than I was used to. Where on earth did they sell such things?!
”Do I really have to wear this?” I asked.
”Yes.” Lena’s pleasant smile didn’t reach her eyes. A dangerous glint shone there. She was a devoted follower—she’d do anything to ensure my master’s happiness, even if it meant pushing boundaries.
That’s why she made me wear this outfit—not for my sake, but solely for my master’s enjoyment.
I should obey. I needed to keep my place in the group. And going against her would end badly. I could probably win if I fought desperately, but something about her told me never to cross her.
My tail twitched nervously.
”All right. I’m going,” I said.
”Represent us well. Do your best,” Lena warned.
Her words carried an unspoken weight: If you disappoint my master, there will be consequences. Vera and Lena had been wary of me when we first met, and they still didn’t fully trust me.
I couldn’t blame them. After all, I had tried to harm my master once.
I hurried to my master’s bedroom, eager to escape that intimidating woman. I knocked just as I’d been taught.
”Georgia? Come in,” my master’s kind voice answered.
”Y-yes! Coming in!” I said.
Inside, my master sat on the bed, watching me. I suddenly remembered what I wore.
”I’m nervous,” I whispered.
”It’s okay. You look lovely. Come here, dear,” my master smiled, arms wide.
”Thank you,” I said, feeling a bit relieved.
”Good girl, Georgia. You’re such a dear companion,” he said, stroking my head.
”To tell the truth, I’m surprised myself. I never thought I’d feel so at ease with someone. It’s like I’ve become a completely different person from the one who knew nothing of trust or connection.”
”It’s only for you, Master. I feel this way only for you,” I said.
Just being held, smelling his familiar scent, my heart warmed.
This must be the comfort a person feels when they find someone they can truly rely on.
My master wasn’t just strong—he was kind. He treated everyone with respect and didn’t mistreat those under his care. Even Lena, Vera, Mama, and I were valued members of his household. He truly cherished us.
Thanks to his care, Mama, once frail, was slowly regaining her health and vitality.
How could I not appreciate someone both gentle and capable?
”Master, I care for you deeply. I really, really do!” I said.
My tail wagged gently as I hugged him, snuggling close.
”Georgia, my dear friend. Tonight, I’ll make sure you feel appreciated,” he said, stroking my head, back, and shoulders.
”Friend,” I whispered, feeling a sense of belonging.
The first time he showed me kindness was when he let me escape on purpose. I’d been wary then, but now I was grateful beyond words.
I was happy to be my master’s trusted companion.
But a loyal companion wants to be useful. And right now, what I could do was…
”Let me ease your worries, Master!” I said.
Sensing his tension, I wanted to offer comfort.
I sat beside him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Looking up, I caught his warm smile and a gentle pat on my head. The gesture filled me with warmth.
I leaned in, offering a comforting embrace.
”Are you feeling better, Master?” I asked.
His eyes softened with gratitude.
”Mhm. Georgia, you’re incredible.”
His slightly vulnerable look was endearing. I’d do anything to support him. I understood a little of how Lena felt—the desire to ensure his happiness.
”Thank you for being here, Georgia,” he said.
Leaning into his embrace, I felt a deep sense of connection.
”I’m here for you, Master. Always.”
His hand rested on my back, and we sat in comfortable silence, the bond between us stronger than ever.
Following Mama’s guidance, I gently caressed his hand, synchronizing my movements with his relaxed state, ensuring he felt completely at ease.
His peaceful expression showed how much he appreciated the gesture. He shared a part of himself with me, a connection that felt deeply personal.
The essence of my master’s presence…
I’d grown accustomed to this unique human connection—a precious bond that was ours alone.
It wasn’t about the scent or taste, but the knowledge that it came from him, a symbol of our shared intimacy, made it incredibly meaningful.
So I stayed with him until the very end, ensuring he felt supported and cherished, and then gently helped him feel refreshed afterward.
Finally, I stepped back, and he held my hand, guiding me to the bed. We lay down together, and I snuggled close, resting on his chest.
My master’s hands moved gently over my body, his face nuzzling against mine.
”Ah, Georgia, you’re so comforting to hold, with your soft fur and warm presence,” he murmured.
Ah… my master appreciated my unique form.
I felt how deeply he valued the connection we shared.
His touch warmed both my body and my heart.
No matter how often we were together, the feeling never faded.
And each time, my affection grew stronger.
Of course, I wanted to be close to my beloved master.
”Master… today, may I stay on top? I’d like to move in a way that feels natural to us,” I asked.
He held me tight, then said, “May I ask something of you?”
”Of course!” I replied.
”Please, let me guide you! I’ll make sure you feel cherished!”
With his encouragement, I gently moved closer to him.
Fortunately—or perhaps not—the attire Lena had chosen left little to adjust, making things simpler.
Besides, my master seemed content.
Hands resting gently, I—
”UuuuN…” I felt a deep connection.
I adjusted my position and moved gently, following the rhythm we shared.
”Georgia, come here,” my master opened his arms.
Of course, I obeyed.
”Yes,” I said.
I leaned against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.
Looking into my eyes, he said, “Shall we share a moment?”
How could I refuse?
”Master… Mas…ter…” I murmured.
Held in his embrace, we shared a tender moment.
He enjoyed our connection deeply, and we often expressed it together, but now it was just the two of us.
Our bond was all I needed.
Oh, how grateful I was!
”Nn… gentle… moments… shared…” we connected, our expressions of affection mingling, creating a sense of unity.
Meanwhile, our bond deepened.
I gently moved to enhance our connection.
I wasn’t as experienced as Mama yet, but I was determined to bring him joy.
As we shared this tender moment and I focused on our connection, he began to respond warmly.
”Kyahn! M, Master, I’ll move gently, so you…!”
”Hmm, that sounds lovely, but right now, I just want to hold you like this. Is that okay?”
It wasn’t just okay. It was perfect.
Overwhelmed with happiness, I held him tightly.
”Mas…ter… Mas…ter…” I whispered.
I cared for him deeply. I truly cherished this connection.
He was kind to me, and I felt a profound sense of gratitude for his warmth.
”Master! When you hold me like this, I—me!?”
”Okay. Show me your joyful expression, will you?”
He held me close and shared a gentle moment with me!
”Master! I feel so connected! I feel so connected! Ah… joy!”
As our bond deepened, and even our gestures of affection were shared, I felt a sense of unity.
But then, my master also—
”Ah, it’s so warm! Georgia, Georgia! Georgia!”
He held me tightly, calling my name—
Our connection deepened, and we shared a moment of pure joy.
”Thank you, Georgia. You’re such a dear companion.”
Our bond was strengthened, and I felt a sense of fulfillment.
We shared a tender moment, then held each other close, exchanging gentle gestures and warm embraces as we lingered in a peaceful warmth.
No ordinary connection would ever feel this way.
Mama had said that in the world, deep bonds were rare.
People often focused on superficial connections, never truly showing kindness.
Yet my master remained gentle, even in our most tender moments.
If this was what it meant to connect deeply, then the world deserved to know such warmth.
Still clinging to him, our expressions of affection continued as our bond deepened once more.
”Master, what would you like to do next? Tell me anything,” I whispered.
”Then… I’d like to explore our connection further,” he said.
”All right!” I said eagerly.
I adjusted my position and rested gently, offering my trust.
This was a gesture of vulnerability among those who share a deep bond—a stance of openness shown only to those we cherish.
”Master… please hold me close,” I whispered, my voice filled with affection.
I shared these heartfelt words without hesitation, wanting to give him everything.
Our connection and our trust—I wished for them to grow stronger.
That was my deepest desire.
”You’re so dear, Georgia. My cherished companion. I’m here,” he murmured.
A soft sound escaped my throat.
He connected with me again.
All night, he held me close, our bond deepening with each moment.
Each time he was with me, I felt our connection grow stronger.
Ah… warmth…
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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