The Audacious Young Master's Private Life

Young Master Seryun, the master I serve, is famous for having a foul temperament. “Ah… Young Master, does your backside hurt?” In a moment of panic, I grabbed his buttocks with both hands before suddenly snapping back to my senses. As I quickly pulled my hands away, he turned his head and snorted. I suspected that rather than hitting me immediately, he intended to toy with me like this before delivering a beating. A slave's fate is determined by the master they serve, and it was certain that a path of hardship lay wide open for me. Yet, I lacked the courage to run away. “Why do you let go after grabbing? Quickly, grip them firmly and pull them wide apart.” Seryun spoke with such clear, ...