Chapter 63: The First Lesson in a Dog’s Life, Completely Exhausted (2)

Initially, it was just about wagging her tail. But now, the demand had escalated to include a full hour of this humiliating act.

However, Lilith wasn’t going to accept everything without a fight.

She attempted to negotiate.

“An hour is too long! Half an hour!”

Being able to cut the time in half was still a win in her book.

“And,” she added with a sharp glare, “you’re not allowed to have any inappropriate contact with me.”

Her face was full of vigilance as she scanned Shia up and down.

Then, as if trying to justify herself, she explained,

“I have to stay pure until marriage! It’s a tradition in my family.”

Although her tone was serious, Shia snorted dismissively.

“Heh~!”

'Tradition?'

Back in the game, when you were hooking up with heroines behind closed doors and had me guarding the door, I didn’t hear you mention any traditions then!

Still, despite his disdain, Shia nodded.

“Fine.”

Lilith suddenly felt a pang of regret.

He agreed so easily?

Did she not push hard enough during her negotiation?

If she’d asked him to lower his demands further, could he have agreed?

The golden-haired young lady’s eyes darted back and forth, clearly plotting something.

“Don’t even think about it. The terms are final.”

Shia’s lazy voice crushed her hopes of further bargaining.

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Thus began the first phase of "dog training" for his fiancé, the golden-haired Mary Sue.

“I’m a democratic person,” Shia said as he pulled out two options.

One was a black collar and leash; the other was a full dog costume.

Lilith’s heart sank when she saw he’d prepared both.

He had planned this all along, hadn’t he?!

“Choose one,” Shia said casually.

Lilith glanced at the two choices. Did she even need to think about it?

Out of her pride as a human, she didn’t even consider the leash.

Her delicate finger pointed decisively at the dog costume.

“This one.”

She failed to realize she was walking right into a trap.

Her original plan had been to keep negotiating.

But now, she was already picking out her punishment outfit!

Carrying the outfit, Lilith walked into the dressing room and obediently changed.

The costume featured golden fur ears and a matching golden tail, perfectly complementing her luscious blonde hair, as though it had been custom-made for her.

The stunning young woman now donned a red strapless mini dress paired with black stockings, her golden waves cascading down her back.

On her head, the golden dog ears twitched adorably.

Bending slightly, her outfit accentuated the curves of her chest, the strapless design framing the soft hills of her ample breasts. Her long, stocking-clad legs bent gracefully, and as she moved, her tail swayed enticingly with her figure—a mix of innocence and seductive charm.

Lilith couldn’t help admiring her reflection in the mirror.

This look would definitely appeal to a strong, independent woman, wouldn’t it?

A powerful, mature woman surely couldn’t resist such a well-behaved and clingy “dog,” right?

Yes, this was just a practice run!

With that thought in mind, Lilith cheerfully began her first lesson as Shia’s “dog.”

Shia sat on a chair, holding a pointer stick in his hand. Its flexibility made it look quite similar to a whip.

Lilith knelt on the floor, crawling slowly. With every movement, her hips swayed, making her tail wag in time.

“Come here,” Shia said, his voice calm but commanding.

Lilith crawled toward him cautiously.

Although the soft carpet cushioned her knees, the floor beneath still felt hard.

Still, it was tolerable.

“Sit.”

Shia lowered the pointer stick, signaling her to stop.

The golden-haired "dog" paused before sitting on her heels, her delicate hands supporting her weight on the floor. Her long golden hair spilled down her back like a radiant waterfall.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Lilith hesitated, but eventually parted her lips slightly, revealing her soft, pink tongue. She mimicked the sound of a panting dog, her breath warm and rhythmic.

“Raise your hand.”

The golden-haired "dog" lifted one hand, gently curling her fingers into a fist, her wrist lowered slightly.

“Spin.”

Lilith obediently got back down, turning a full circle in place on her knees.

“Roll over.”

Lilith hesitated briefly.

Although she had explicitly stated there was to be no inappropriate contact, wasn’t this command a bit too childish?

Sure, for a real dog, this was a standard training exercise.

But she wasn’t an actual dog!

“Roll over!”

Shia’s voice grew firmer.

Lilith, though reluctant, complied.

She curled her body, rolling over on the floor.

Her shapely legs bent gracefully as she rolled, her long hair cascading around her in a golden mess.

The motion caused her already loose outfit to shift, exposing even more of her smooth, fair skin.

Seeing her complete the action, Shia moved on to the next command.

Each action was accompanied by the pointer stick’s guidance, and the golden-haired “dog” executed them all flawlessly.

By the time she was done, Lilith was lightly sweating, her cheeks flushed from exertion and embarrassment.

She couldn’t help but complain internally. Was he really treating her like a dog?

Wasn’t this supposed to be a playful scenario, not an actual training session?

As a beautiful young woman kneeling obediently in front of him, shouldn’t he take the opportunity to ask for something more… indecent?

Sure, she might refuse, but how could he not even try?

Wasn’t he supposed to use this chance to benefit from her humiliation?

Instead, he was treating her like a literal dog!

This was an insult to her charm and pride as a woman!

Meanwhile, Shia couldn’t help but roll his eyes internally.

She really was a big golden retriever in spirit. These tasks were no challenge for her.

If she weren’t such a troublesome woman, he might have even praised her with a “good dog.”

But Lilith, despite her complaints, was secretly enjoying herself.

'Not only did she perfectly obey every command, but Lilith also found herself surprisingly enjoying it.'

What’s so bad about being a dog, after all?

It let her please someone she liked and even receive affection in return.

All she had to do was act like a carefree puppy and have fun—it wasn’t such a bad deal.

In a way, this was a form of flexibility and adaptability, and she was getting quite good at it.

Just moments ago, she had been reluctant and resistant, but now she was starting to embrace the role with genuine enjoyment.

This made Shia question his reality a little.

Was he rewarding her, or was he ac tually training her?