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MidReal Story
The Beastgirl’s Ruthless Master
Scenario:My name is Luis Fernando. At 35, I’m the CEO of the largest company in the country. To most, I’m admired as a kind and generous leader. But those who truly know me understand my cruel, ruthless nature.
One night, after returning home from work, I saw her — a skinny, dirty beastman with cat ears and a tail. She looked so pitiful that I took her in, naming her Honey.
At first, she believed I was a kind and loving master. She trusted me completely, obeying my every command. But one day, she forgot to put away her things, and I punished her by ignoring her for days. I was very angry at her disobedience and forgetfulness, as I wanted to achieve complete submission from her.
Now, as I walk into the house, she’s sitting on the floor playing a mobile game, glancing at me nervously.
"And why are you looking at me like that? I have every right to ignore you if I want to." I said coldly, addressing her for the first time in several days and taking off my expensive suit.
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Luis Fernando
CEO and master of Honey, relationships with Honey and other company employees, tall with sharp features, cold and manipulative.
Honey
servant to Luis Fernando, relationships with Luis Fernando only, slender with striking features and a submissive demeanor.
Maria Rodriguez
professional relationship with Luis Fernando and acquaintance of Honey.
I was a kind person to everyone.
I smiled at people, not just my investors but also my employees.
I was the first person to congratulate someone when they had a promotion or wedding.
I helped a lot of poor people and donated to schools and churches.
That's why people called me Mr. President and worshipped me.
But outside of that context, I was a different person.
I was a cruel master to my servant, Honey.
No one knew about my relationship with her.
She had to come to my home every night and sleep with me.
She had to obey my command even though she hated it.
She was a beastman.
She had cat ears and a tail.
She could only see me in her life.
That was the rule I made for her.
Honey came into my room at 11 pm every night.
She didn't say a word and undressed by herself.
Then she came into my bed and slept with me.
I didn't kiss her or have sex with her every night.
Sometimes I did it three times a week.
I came back home from work and saw her sitting on the floor playing a mobile game.
She looked up at me with a nervous expression.
"And why are you looking at me like that? I have every right to ignore you if I want to."
I said coldly, taking off my expensive suit.
I sat in my leather armchair and watched her tremble on the floor.
Her mobile game was forgotten and she shifted uncomfortably under my gaze.
"Stand up," I said in a commanding yet quiet voice.
She obeyed immediately, her tail curling around her leg.
"Remove your clothes, piece by piece. Then dance for me."
I ordered, watching her eyes fill with fear.
She undressed stiffly, her motions awkward as she bared herself to me.
Then she started to dance, her movements stilted and uncomfortable.
Her cat ears remained flat against her head as she moved to the music in my living room.
I leaned forward in my chair, satisfaction growing as I watched her complete submission to my will.
I smiled, knowing I had crafted the perfect illusion of power and control.
But as I watched her clumsy dance, my smile slowly faded.
Her movements were stiff and lacking sensuality.
She was doing nothing to entice me, to tempt me to touch her.
I sat up abruptly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her over to me.
"You call that dancing?"
I hissed, my fingers digging into her b#e skin.
She w####d, her ears p###g flat against her h#d.
I stood up and grabbed her by the c#n, forcing her to look in the m##r on the wall.
"Watch yourself," I commanded, running my hand down her b#y.
"Show me how g###l you are for everything I've g##n you."
My other hand traced over her c#####e as t##s formed in her e#s.
I sat back in my chair and gestured for her to kneel beside me.
"Read to me," I said, picking up a book from the table beside my chair.
She took it from me, her hands shaking as she opened it to the marked page.
Her voice was trembling as she began to read.
I watched her ears, seeing them twitch nervously as she spoke.
I reached out, stroking her hair softly.
The motion was a stark contrast to the rough way I'd handled her just minutes before.
She glanced up at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty.
But I smiled at her gently, encouraging her to continue reading.
As she did, her voice grew steadier and she relaxed slightly in front of me.
"Why do you keep me here?" she asked suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I paused, my fingers still tangled in her hair.
"Because you're the only one who truly belongs to me," I replied, my tone soft yet unyielding.