The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1221 - 188 - The Perverted Witch (4)

After Master made me cum multiple times—after he cummed in my ass and fucked me until my ass was left wide and gaping from his cock—it felt like the night wasn’t over yet. Not even close. There was a certain look in his eyes that I had already come to recognize, one that told me he wasn’t satisfied with stopping there. It was the kind of look that promised trouble, the fun kind, or the kind that left no room for refusal.

"Let’s go somewhere, shall we, Dorothea?" he asked, smiling like he already knew the answer.

"Alright...~"

My reply slipped out weakly, my voice soft and lazy. My head was still spinning, thoughts melting into each other from how thoroughly I’d been fucked. It felt like my body was still lagging behind my mind, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, my legs were shaky, my thoughts slow, but I still understood him.

After a short while—long enough for my breathing to calm and for my senses to return—I pushed myself up. My body protested slightly with that dull, sensitive ache lingering everywhere. I glanced around, half-expecting Master to still be nearby.

He wasn’t.

For a brief second, I panicked. Then I spotted him waiting just outside my lair, standing there like he had all the time in the world.

"Follow me, Dorothea," he said simply.

There wasn’t even a pause in my heart. I had no doubt and no hesitation at all. I didn’t ask where we were going or why. I just followed him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

***

"Is this Master’s...?"

The words slipped out before I could stop myself.

"Yup. It’s my company," he replied casually, as if we were talking about some random building.

I stared at it, blinking once, then twice.

I honestly didn’t know why we were here.

It had been a long time since I last left my lair. It was long enough that the outside world felt strangely distant. And yet, at the same time, parts of it still felt familiar, like a half-forgotten dream. Streets, structures, the general shape of things, I recognized them. But there was also something undeniably different.

A lot of things had changed.

So much, in fact, that my eyes widened on their own. I didn’t even mean to react that strongly.

"You look surprised," he said, glancing at me. "I mean, you do know everything’s been changing faster and faster these days, right?"

"Y-Yes," I replied. "I know how influential you are, Master. I know you’re the one behind all these changes. But still... this is on another level. A revolution like this hasn’t been seen before, and you pulled it off in just a few years."

I paused, choosing my words carefully. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"As expected of the person I chose to become my Master. You really are special."

I never imagined I’d genuinely call someone Master without irony or sarcasm. And yet, here I was, saying it naturally. It didn’t feel forced. If anything, it felt inevitable. Someone like him fit that title too well.

"By the way, Master..." I added, shifting slightly. "I want you to fuck me now. I’m really wet. I want you to fuck me already..."

The words were blunt, honest, and shameless. There was no point pretending otherwise.

He chuckled. "You really are perverted, huh?"

"Well then," he continued, "come here."

***

The clothes he made me wear barely qualified as clothes.

Thin fabric, almost decorative, clinging to my skin like it was afraid of falling off. Strings here and there did all the work, and even then, they felt like they were one bad move away from snapping. If that happened, I’d be completely naked.

And I didn’t want that.

At least, not here. Not where anyone could see.

The place was dark, sure. Most people were probably asleep. But probably wasn’t good enough. The thought of someone seeing me like this sent a strange mix of fear and heat down my spine.

"You look scared, Dorothea," he said, clearly enjoying himself. "What? Is the infamous Black Witch only scary for show?"

His eyes glinted with amusement—no, more than that. There was something sadistic there as well as something deliberate. He wanted this. He wanted me to feel exposed, embarrassed, and vert aware.

Of course, I wanted to please him. Still, my body tensed.

Then he grabbed the chain attached to the collar around my neck and yanked it, pulling me toward him without warning.

"Uuunnn..." The sound escaped me before I could stop it, more a whimper than a moan.

My body moved before my mind could catch up.

Obedience came naturally, disturbingly so. Being treated like a dog should’ve humiliated me. Instead, it made my stomach twist with heat. I hated how much it turned me on.

I really was hopeless.

Without being told again, I dropped down and began walking on all fours.

The ground was rough and uneven. My knees stung almost immediately, each step scraping against the surface. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but it was constant and was impossible to ignore. The chain tugged slightly with every movement, reminding me who was holding it.

"Good girl," he said.

The words sent a shiver through me.

We walked like that for a while. Time blurred with the steps blending together. My arms ached, my knees burned, but I didn’t stop.

Eventually, he halted.

"The nobles seem to be asleep," he said, glancing around. "Didn’t expect them to turn in this early. But knowing them, I guess it makes sense."

He shrugged, like it didn’t matter.

"Now then, let’s go even deeper into the district."

We were already in the nobles’ district.

A place meant only for elite families of the Milham Kingdom. A place commoners weren’t allowed to step into.

And here I was, crawling through it on all fours, a chain around my neck, dressed in almost nothing.

There was something twistedly satisfying about it. About dragging my presence through their pristine streets. About defiling what they held sacred.

If Master enjoyed it, then I would too.

Eventually, we reached the center. A massive statue loomed before us. It was the founder of the Milham Kingdom, carved in stone, staring into the distance like he owned the world.

"Doggy," Master said casually, "do you want to pee?"

The moment he said it, my bladder suddenly made itself known. It had been full already, but now the sensation was sharp and urgent.

"Arf!" I barked without thinking.

Words weren’t necessary. I was a dog.

"Then pee on that," he said.