Anticipation

With the help of modern day fashion products, the doggy girl's dry and unhealthy-looking skin caused by half a month spent bathing in shit was patched and she appeared quite presentable like any other naked virgin, fresh and delicious.

The only offsetting factor was the stench.

The workers couldn't get it off no matter how much soap they used. The only reason why they didn't continue using more soap was because the Young Master's family had summoned the dog girl over to the Children's Villa.

The dog girl was finally happy to be free. Her nose was half-dead from spending so long in close proximity to a whole vat of shit. Even her skin felt much better after the use of the fashion products. During the past few days, whether it be her butt, her stomach, her head, her hair, her eyes, or any visible place on her body, shit was omnipresent. Today, she felt so free. Her only regret was that she wanted to see her kids, but she herself knew that would not be a good idea for two reasons.

Firstly, she still stank of shit and she didn't want it to affect her children.

Secondly, the Young Master's family was probably still angry with her. She'd shat on the son's forehead and sprayed all over the daughter after all. The Young Mistress probably wanted to hang her hide over a furnace.

When the worker who escorted the doggy girl reached the Children's Villa's gates, he gave her bottom a smack and sent her in. The gate guards who were also familiar with the dog girl didn't forget to give her ass a greeting too. She was already used to this animal-like treatment; no, animals would probably be treated better.

Anyway, she didn't pay the hairy hands on her ass any mind, because this was a routine thing she could never escape from.

What she was afraid of, however, was meeting with the Young Master's family, especially the daughter or the Young Mistress. As she entered the gates, the guards closed it behind her; there was no escape. She was so scared that she could feel a bit of piss leaving her bladder and slowly trickling down her inner thighs.

She hurriedly wiped it off with her fingers as she didn't want to spend any more time in that literal shithole.

The Young Master, who was on a plane to a different country at the moment, saw all of this on his ultra-quality TV. Every drop of piss was captured on his TV and replayed on his eyes. He was laughing enjoyably at watching this girl suffer. He'd specifically set up a monitor network at every location, public or private, that the girl had ever visited.

If by any chance the girl were to go to an area where she'd never been to before, he'd dispatch his mobilized tracking team which consisted of a dozen choppers, around a hundred moving vans and approximately a few thousand camera men. The girl could never escape from his eyes.

He was truly awaiting the upcoming confrontation between his wife and his dog.