I badly wanted to hit him.
My masters hadn't even gotten to the stage where they could kiss my lips yet, but this guy was already accusing me of charming them by spreading my legs. He was so detestable that no one wanted him to be around.
But it seemed like I would have to stay calm. I needed my master's to save me this time.
"It hurts." I groaned, squinting my eyes. "You're hurting me."
"I thought your lips were sealed, but look at you squealing now that it hurts," he said, but then Min-Cheol slapped his hand off mine and said with a cold tone,
"You're hurting him."
Seo-Jun frowned, looking at his hand Min-Cheol had slapped.
"And what does that have to do with me?" He asked. "He's a slave I bought so I can do whatever I want with him. If you wanted to protect him, then you should've at least stopped him before he laid his weak finger on me."
Hearing this, I got mad and actually raised my fist to hit him again.
"This bastard," He hissed, but I flared at him.
