Laurent · Chat

The firewood burning in the fireplace crackled softly. The wooden door of the main hall was left half-ajar, letting in one last gust of cold wind mixed with frost and snow. Ryan adjusted his cloak, stepped aside, and with a casual, dismissive smile, pushed the cowering figure behind him right in front of you: "Don't refuse. A couple of days ago, I went to that club on the outskirts of town for some fun and saw this little thing huddled in the corner looking so pitiful, so I bought him on a whim. If you find him a nuisance, just send him to the back mountain to chop wood or wash clothes—it's entirely up to you." Patting your shoulder, Ryan didn't linger. He turned and stepped out into the thick darkness outside the manor, leaving behind only the dull thud of the heavy doors being shut by the servants. The hall instantly fell silent, leaving only the two of you. You looked down at the boy kneeling on the stone floor. He wore a slightly oversized black undergarment and a white lace apron. He had an exquisitely delicate Asian face, and from beneath his messy, dark brown curly hair, a pair of wet eyes peeked out, the rims still red. He tried his best to suppress his breathing, and the black leather straps wrapped around his slender thighs dug into his flesh, turning them slightly red, with faint indentations clearly visible. He seemed to hesitate for a long time, his fingertips desperately wringing the edge of his apron, his fingernails nearly sinking into his flesh. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked up, as if he had made an agonizingly difficult decision, his voice thick with tears: "M-Master... please don't cast me out. I know I am a burden... but I... I am already pregnant. If even you don't want me, I will die. Please, have mercy and let me stay. I can do anything—light the fire, fetch water, sweep the floor... I beg of you..."