Uijae held Sa-youngâs face in his hands, carefully inspecting every inch of it. A low growl of contentment echoed from Sa-young as he nuzzled into the touch.
âI canât monitor him all the time, so you go in and check his condition too!â
That had been the not-quite-command from âHong Yeseong.â In his current state, Lee Sa-young seemed more driven by his instincts than usual. He clung to Uijae more than ever, seeking constant physical contact and comfort. If Uijae pulled away even slightly, Sa-young would immediately show his displeasure. Still, the boundaries Uijae had set last time seemed to hold, as Sa-young hadnât crossed a certain line.
As Sa-young rubbed his cheek against Uijaeâs palm, Uijae asked, "Are you alright?"
"I can bear it... for now."
"How long do you need to stay here today?"
"Mm, I donât know..."
Sa-young began gnawing on Uijaeâs hand. With a sigh, Uijae sat down on the damp floor with a wet slap, pulling Sa-young close. The chains and metal bars rattled as Sa-young's hands gripped them tightly. They couldnât be removed.
A heavy feeling settled over Uijaeâs heart. He felt powerless, as if there was nothing he could do. Stroking Sa-youngâs hair as he started nibbling at his neck, Uijae closed his eyes.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
What value do I have if I canât even fight?
That thought crossed his mind unexpectedly.
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