I Was Hired to Train His 'Dogs'

My friend invited me to his home to train his dog.

I never expected to uncover his family's secret.

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I raised my hand to knock on the villa's front door, only to find it slightly ajar. Without thinking, I stepped inside.

"Chloe, are you here? I came to train the dog. Where's the dog Alexander mentioned?"

My name is Ethan Sullivan. With the recent boom in the pet market, I trained at a pet school and became a dog trainer.

Today, my old friend Alexander Roscente called, saying his dog needed training to become more obedient.

He then sent me an address and paid a hefty deposit, urging me to hurry over.

I never expected the location to be a villa.

I've known Alexander for years—since when did he become so wealthy?

Just then, a voice came from inside the house. "The sister-in-law is here."

A bedroom door in the villa's living room opened, and Alexander's campus belle wife, Chloe Evans, emerged...

Chloe had fair skin and striking features, carrying an air of cool elegance.

She was the woman I had secretly admired for years but never dared approach.

But now, she wasn't walking—she was crawling out of the bedroom on all fours.

My eyes widened in shock.

What was going on?

Chloe crawled toward me on her hands and knees. She wore makeup, her lips painted a vibrant red, looking youthful and full of life.

But on her head was a red dog ear headband!

Around her neck was a red collar!

A thin metal leash dangled from the collar, dragging along the floor with a clinking sound.

I recognized it as a dog leash.

The red leather skirt she wore left little to the imagination.

"Chloe, what are you..."

I was utterly bewildered, never imagining the aloof campus belle could have such a side!

My eyes fixated on her alluring fair skin, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Hearing my question, Chloe looked at me with a hint of shyness, her fair skin flushing pink. She continued crawling toward me.

"Chloe is here, so the dog is here?"

I repeated the phrase unconsciously before asking, "Chloe, what do you mean by that?"

"Chloe enjoys role-playing. Right now, Chloe is a dog. The dog is so thirsty, the dog wants a drink."

Chloe crouched beside me on all fours, lifting her face to gaze at me with a pitiful expression.

Yet, I could clearly sense the shame she felt while playing this role.