Chapter 64: The First Lesson in a Dog’s Life, Completely Exhausted (3)

Just as the atmosphere began shifting in an oddly peculiar direction, a knock at the door interrupted them.

“Miss Lilith, are you inside?”

Tia’s voice came from outside the door.

She had just returned and noticed Shia’s shoes at the entrance. But with no sign of her mistress and the door to that “useless fish’s” room closed, a sense of crisis overwhelmed her.

The moment Lilith heard Tia’s voice, her body froze in panic.

Her earlier carefree demeanor vanished, and she tensed up completely.

Shia glanced down at her and smirked faintly.

Finally, some variation in her emotions.

So, this is her weak spot.

Lilith was indeed nervous.

Although she didn’t yet fully understand her maid’s peculiar tendencies, she knew Tia was her most loyal admirer.

As her mistress, Lilith couldn’t afford to lose her dignity in front of her.

To be seen in such a degrading position by her devoted personal maid? Impossible.

While being a dog in private could be enjoyable, doing so in front of someone she knew—especially her fanatical admirer—was simply unacceptable.

Lilith’s head shot up, her expression one of panic and desperation. Her pleading eyes silently begged Shia:

Please don’t let her know I’m here.

The mere thought of Tia discovering what was happening inside this room filled her with horror.

Her dignity as a noble lady, her carefully maintained image—they would all be destroyed!

Tia might never look at her the same way again. She’d think about this moment every time she washed Lilith’s clothes, every time she served her meals.

The very idea was too terrifying to contemplate.

“Please,” Lilith whispered, her tone almost submissive, “don’t let her find out, okay?”

She radiated an air of humility, so unlike her usual proud self.

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She couldn’t bear the thought of Tia seeing her like this. It would be the end of her dignity, her pride, everything she’d worked to uphold.

Shia chuckled softly.

Now this was more like it.

Her earlier enjoyment had been far too much—this was the reaction he wanted.

At that moment, Shia finally felt like he had a grasp on Lilith’s true pressure points.

Simply training her wasn’t enough to affect her. But this need to maintain her image? That was a goldmine worth exploiting.

“If you’re this concerned, how could I ever let you suffer such humiliation?” he said, his tone dripping with mock affection. “After all, I love you deeply.”

Shia reached out and patted the golden retriever’s head, leaning closer to bridge the distance between them.

His voice was soft, laced with a faint smile, and brimming with what seemed like genuine sentiment.

Lilith stared at him, wide-eyed and stunned. For a moment, she was completely taken in by his words.

Could it be that Shia really loved her this much?

She failed to notice the masterful manipulation in his tone. Instead, her heart swelled with a strange satisfaction.

See, he’s just being stubborn. He loves me so much he wouldn’t dare take things too far!

If he loves me this much, then maybe I should show him some grace. After all, giving a loyal admirer a little encouragement isn’t a bad thing—it would only make him more devoted.

With this thought in mind, Lilith began to rationalize her actions.

She failed to realize that, in this moment, the “dog” in question wasn’t Shia—it was herself.

Shia noticed the smug expression creeping onto Lilith’s face and smirked knowingly.

“I wouldn’t want you to feel humiliated,” he said. “So we’ll have to find a way to fool her, won’t we?”

Lilith nodded obediently.

“You know your maid’s personality. If she doesn’t get a response, she’s bound to barge in.”

Lilith thought about Tia’s temperament and agreed nervously.

Her anxiety clouded her judgment, and she nodded again, eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation.

What should they do now?

As the two whispered to each other, Tia, still waiting outside, grew increasingly uneasy.

She knocked again, her voice more urgent.

“Miss Lilith, are you okay? Don’t scare me—say something!”

She was genuinely worried, fearing for her mistress’s safety and deeply suspicious that the “useless fish” might be bullying her.

Just then, Shia spoke up.

“Your mistress isn’t here. But I just got a golden retriever. Want to see it?”

The sudden response made Tia’s heart skip a beat.

So that’s what was going on!

Inside the room, Shia patted Lilith’s back, signaling her to bark.

Lilith’s face turned crimson, her fingers clutching the carpet tightly.

Was she really going to do this?

Despite her inner turmoil, she found herself obeying Shia’s command.

“Woof… woof, woof!”

Tia, listening from outside, couldn’t shake the feeling that the bark sounded oddly familiar.

But she dismissed it quickly.

The moment she recognized Shia’s voice, her usual disdain surfaced.

“Why are you here, useless fish?”

“This is my room. Why wouldn’t I be here?” Shia replied lazily, stroking Lilith’s head with an air of satisfaction.

“Miss Lilith kicked you out long ago. You’re nothing but a stray dog. Stop pretending to matter.”

“So much hostility. You just want to see me, don’t you?”

“You…!”

“Tsk. I’d rather spend time with my adorable golden retriever than entertain a foul-mouthed maid.”

“Right, golden retriever?”

Lilith’s fingers dug into the carpet in shame.

Yet she still forced herself to reply:

“Woof.”

Outside, Tia’s sharp tongue clashed with Shia’s smug tone. Inside, Lilith, her proud mistress, knelt and barked like a dog.

Shia’s sense of achievement soared to new heights.

Yes, this scene was just perfect.

Although Tia looked ready to storm in, she ultimately didn’t.

Finally, the crisis passed.

Tia stomped her foot in frustration, biting her lip before walking away.

Inside, Lilith listened to the fading footsteps and collapsed onto the floor in relief, utterly drained.

Her body felt weak, her hair damp with sweat, clinging to her flushed face.

A soft chuckle reached her ears, but she was too exhausted to care what Shia might have meant by it.

Once her tense body relaxed, she realized how disheveled she was.

Her stockings were sticky and uncomfortable.

She stripped them off and threw them into the trash.

After cleaning herself up, she climbed into bed, quickly drifting into sleep.

Though the day had left her both physically and emotionally exhausted, the resolution brought her some relief.

Tomorrow, she could fulfill their agreement at last.

Even in her sleep, a faint smile graced her lips.

The door opened silently.

Tia entered, her white hair glowing faintly in the moonlight. She gazed at the sleeping Lilith, her stunning beauty captivating even now.

Her eyes shone with adoration and longing.

Such a noble mistress was beyond her reach.

Just being near her, caring for her, and breathing her scent was enough.

Her gaze fell to the trash bin, where the discarded stockings lay.

Tia hesitated. Her hands moved as if to retrieve them, but stopped just short.

They were dirty—tainted by the touch of that loathsome man.

Biting her lip, Tia withdrew her hand, torn between anger and sorrow.