Chapter 2

Panting heavily, I watched as Kael aimed and swung his club with utmost concentration, flashing me a confident smirk that screamed victory.

As the first round ended, the referee returned with the tally. I stared intently at him, bracing myself for the inevitable defeat.

I knew I had shanked every single shot. There was no way I hadn't lost this round!

The referee opened his mouth to announce, "The results of this round are..."

"Master Harlow is victorious!"

No applause or cheers followed. All eyes in the venue turned to me.

My face, which had been ready for disappointment, froze in shock.

Bewildered, I scrambled to the hole to check.

All the little white balls were nestled perfectly in the cup, without a single blade of grass disturbed around it. It was clear they had flown straight in from a distance.

I even wondered if the referee had swapped the balls, but with the entire event recorded on video, that was impossible.

Kael buried his face in Genevieve's shoulder, tears falling in big drops, his lips pressed tightly together in silence.

His stubborn demeanor broke Genevieve's heart. She glared at me as if her eyes could shoot flames.

"Harlow, have I been too lenient with you? How dare you defy me now!"

My mind was in chaos, but my body instinctively dropped to its knees. I prostrated myself on the ground, trembling all over.

"I'm sorry, Mistress! It's this little dog's fault! This little dog shouldn't have sunk the balls!""Woof! Woof! Woof!"

I thought this would earn Genevieve's leniency like before. She always loved seeing me act like a lowly dog.

But this time, she seemed to snap. "You like going into holes, huh? Well, I'll give you a hole you won't forget!"

I was dragged into the ladies' room where over a dozen women, each weighing nearly 400 pounds, took turns with me.

Two hours later, my abs were tight and my pupils dilated. The stench around me and the sticky feeling of the women's bodies made me nauseous.

Someone covered my mouth as I rolled my eyes back, reaching climax after climax on the verge of suffocation.

When it was over, my thighs remained spread wide, unable to close. The feeling of exhaustion penetrated deep into my soul.

Genevieve poked me with her toe as I lay there like a dead dog with my tongue hanging out.

"That was just a little lesson. Let's see if you dare go into any more holes!"

As I regained consciousness, I gasped for air and licked the top of Genevieve's shoe.

"This... this little puppy won't dare again. Please forgive this little puppy just once, woof..."

Genevieve pressed the tip of her shoe onto my tongue. I wanted to scream in pain but could only make broken "Ah! Ah!" sounds as drool dripped onto the floor.Kael, seeing my disheveled state, felt vindicated and happily kissed Genevieve.

In the end, I was practically carried to start the second match.

I could no longer lift the cue, and inwardly, I was ready to give up.

If I just surrendered, the championship would be Kael's, and I'd no longer have to endure this inhuman torment.

But just as I was about to raise my hand, I immediately received a piercing glare from Genevieve.

Kael interlaced his fingers to warm up, whispering in my ear, "Don't you dare forfeit. I want to beat you fair and square."

My raised hand fell, and my instinctive obedience to the command made me despise myself even more.

This round, Kael would break first.