"You are my puppy"

The next day, Seraphina woke up earlier than usual, while Linden was still asleep, curled up on the carpet. It dawned on Seraphina that he didn't even have a bed, truly like a dog she had tethered for so long.

Moved by a whim, she had ordered a minimalist bed to be placed in front of the window. These large pieces of furniture required manual delivery and installation, so she scheduled it for 10 in the morning.

·

Kneeling beside Linden, she leaned down to stroke his ear, feeling her emotions enriched by her restored sexual desires.

Like many people of her time, Seraphina acted on her desires without delay, a concept known as "instant gratification."

At that moment, she found Linden endearingly cute and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her nose.

·

Linden felt a tickling sensation, like the brush of feathers, and turned toward it. Seraphina, seizing the moment, grabbed his tail.

He awoke with a start, only to find Seraphina sprawled on top of him, her hands firmly around the base of his tail, stroking it up and down.

"You're my little dog," she whispered softly.

·

Linden, taken aback, responded only after she stood up, "I am a wolf."

·

Wolves have their pride, and he was worth tens of thousands of international dollars more than any dog.

·

That was the first time Linden saw Seraphina laugh heartily, her eyes shining brightly.

Breaking the norm, she said, "Goodbye, I'm off to work," and reminded him, "Study hard."

She planned to enjoy a luxurious hot bath and intimate moments after work the next day, then sleep till 10 AM the following morning.

To her, this was the epitome of human pleasure.

·

Seraphina, who majored in a sub-discipline of cyber studies, found her job maintaining the current web ecosystems mundane.

In truth, many of the elite are aware that life holds little excitement. This era, having endured several near-apocalyptic disasters, has seen the disappearance of books and paintings. Music has been reduced to mere toys of simple notes, let alone the humanities such as literature, history, and philosophy, which have almost vanished into obscurity. Those of lower statuses and other beings are largely unaware that such things ever existed.

Thankfully, games have survived. In this region, there's an online arithmetic game and another focused on building houses and cultivating fields. Seraphina is fond of the latter; since she was old enough to register, she has advanced to level 2457, owning five complete cities in her account.

·

However, her current amusement has shifted to observing her new "little wolf," Linden. Watching him earnestly study on the screen brings a smile to her face, especially seeing him practice with a raw papaya.

The 360-degree cameras allow her to see his every move, including his reaction after watching educational videos and his hurried dash to the restroom.

Seraphina then leisurely made herself a cup of coffee, crossing her legs as she watched him stand under the shower, one hand against the wall and the other moving rapidly below.

It was her first time seeing him aroused, a size difficult for pure humans to achieve. She zoomed in, intently watching his masturbation.

But an unexpected task popped up on her screen, causing her to miss the final moment.

·

A team dinner scheduled for that evening frustrated Seraphina, marking her first impulse to smash the virtual screen.

·

By the time she finally made it home, fatigue had begun to set in.

Linden had spent a restless night filled with anxiety, fretting over what might be happening outside, a worry borne from concern for her safety.

His life before had been one of constant vigilance, making it hard for him to comprehend the secure haven of the third-tier living area. Gazing out the window, he was oblivious to the fact that the unobstructed view through the floor-to-ceiling windows was actually a screen capable of adjusting its transparency, continuously displaying the snowy landscape Seraphina adored.

He had been led to believe these past days were engulfed in a relentless snowfall.

Blindfolded upon arrival, likely aboard a helicopter, he was quickly brought here, only seeing his new surroundings upon entering the home.

·

"Could Miss Seraphina be cold?" he wondered, pacing towards the door, only to be halted before reaching the entrance by the shackles that bound him, waiting like a pet for the return of its owner.

·

Then, at last, sounds from the doorway signaled her arrival.

Seraphina's hand reached in first, slapping against the wall as she squeezed through the door. She shed her suit jacket and kicked off her high heels, striding towards the bathtub to fill it with hot water via voice command, while Linden collected the clothes she discarded, watching as she walked naked into the bathroom. She was unharmed.

Standing at the bathroom door, he asked if she was hungry, to which Seraphina quietly replied she had already eaten.

·

After soaking in the hot bath, Seraphina emerged feeling much rejuvenated, her irritation dissipating at the sight of him diligently waiting for the clothes to finish washing and drying.

She occasionally resented her own emotional fluctuations.

Straddling a middle ground, she felt like an unfinished product, neither fully rational nor entirely driven by instinct and desire. This inconsistency, fluctuating between good and bad, wearied her.

She cared little about how others managed their lives in the third tier. It seemed to her that people here lived without companionship, leading solitary existences, merely repeating the same routines day after day.

·

She led Linden by his leash to the bedroom, where she dramatically flung herself onto the bed and beckoned him over with a crooked finger.

Recalling what he was supposed to do, Linden gently lifted the hem of her bathrobe and mimicked the actions he had seen in videos, kissing the inside of her thigh.

However, Seraphina seemed to have lost interest, instead pulling up on his collar to press her chin against his forehead, softly stroking his ears.

Linden's tail began to wag involuntarily, amusing Seraphina. Was he enjoying her touch this much?

`

Noticing him still kneeling beside the bed, she pulled him up onto it, opening her bathrobe to maintain the embrace around his fluffy head. Disliking the idea of staying in her bathrobe, she sent him to fetch a nightgown from the wardrobe.

Amidst an array of gowns and loungewear, he pointed to the line of nightdresses, silently asking which one she preferred.

Propping herself on one arm, Seraphina challenged, "Can't you speak?"

`

Linden's reluctance to speak was more about fear of mispronunciation and potential ridicule than anything else. Thus, he chose silence over speech to protect his dignity.

`

"Red one?" he inquired. At his question, Seraphina forcefully tugged on the leash attached to his collar, causing a prickling pain around his neck.

The collar, embedded with fine needles, made the pull akin to a physical reprimand. Uncertain if Seraphina was aware of the pain it inflicted, Linden quickly selected a deep red silk nightgown.

Seeing her unmoved, he proceeded to open her bathrobe, preparing to assist her in dressing.

Understanding his place as a slave, Linden was determined not to be discarded. He utilized every method available to his "inferior" status to learn and please his master, including actively seeking advice from other slaves who had been returned.

`

For the first time, Linden closely observed her naked body.

Seraphina's skin was pale against her chest, her nipples a soft pink, appealing to Linden's primal instincts. He admired the soft, heavy swell of her breasts but dared not act impulsively.

After helping her into her nightgown, he obediently retreated to his designated spot.

`

Seraphina approached him, embracing his head as she had before, preparing to stroke his ears as they settled to sleep.

His breath was mere inches from what he adored most.

At that moment, Linden harbored a secret, ignoble wish: if only he could have a taste of her breast.