“I have a location tracker.”

Without magic tools to prevent slaves from fleeing, one wouldn’t think of going to such a rental business.

“So, you better not think about running away.”

The man’s narrow pupils flashed like an animal to my words.

“Master,” he murmured briefly, “though I am a slave, I am free to think.”

With that said, he left the room carrying a bunch of leaflets. I scratched the back of my head as I stared at his skinny back.

Of course, I meant to release him. However, it was difficult if he ran away before Adrian was dispelled from his intimation.

‘Don’t tell me he’s going to run away even with a location tracker?’

He didn’t know that I plan to release him. Oops! I got up in a hurry and followed him.

Fortunately, he just roughly put on the leaflets and showed no signs of running away. He patted the paper to the wall as fast as he could, the same way he did when he copied the leaflets.

‘I told him to stick it evenly! That punk!’

He was gasping for air, but he quickly put the last piece of paper on the wall and turned around.

‘Is he already done?’

I didn’t want to give the impression that I suspected him, so I ran back to the room panting.

As he arrived, the man said, “I’ve put everything on the wall of this nearby store, master. Evenly as you have instructed.”

My expression was calm, but deep down I was thinking, ‘Don’t lie, you punk. I’ve seen you stick it in clumps.’

I could only shake my head at the man’s blatant lie.

“Well done,” I said, answering briefly as I released a breath I was holding back.

He had walked so fast that I ran like a dog so I could get back first, and even sweat formed on my forehead.

“Master, why are you breathing like that?”

Seeing the man’s eyes frowning as if watching a pervert, I replied, “Oh, I worked out a little in the room, so I’m quite hot.”

I didn’t know which part of my answer he didn’t like, but the man frowned and grabbed my shoulder forcefully.

“…You said you wouldn’t do it with a slave.”

“What?”

My eyes widened at his words. Seeing that his gaze was directed at Rian, who was fast asleep in bed and looked odd with his top off, I quickly shook my head.

“What are you thinking? And Rian is not my slave!” I exclaimed.

He’d been treating people like perverts. Still, despite my explanation, his sharp eyes didn’t show signs of calming.

“Then I am.”

“What?”

“I’m a slave, so you won’t do it because I am dirty.”

My forehead wrinkled at his twisted voice. I couldn’t see him because of his hood, but his mouth must have twisted too.

“When did I say you’re dirty?”

He was washed well and didn’t look dirty. I leaned my face and sniffed his neck.

“I washed you as soon as we got here, so I can’t even smell anything now,” I quickly added.

“I’m not saying that–”

“Do you want to mess around with me?” I asked.

Of course, I was not a fool. I understand him right. His eyes widened as I cut off his irritating remarks.

“…What?”

“I only do it with the other person’s consent.”

It wasn’t bad to see his yellow eyes turn to worry, so I laughed sarcastically.

“So, tell me if, do you want to do it?”

The man clicked his tongue as if he was amazed by my laughter. I just hit the spot. I shrugged my shoulders without pointing out what he’d try to imply to call me.

“Ah, of course, in the absence of Rian.”

Still, he was the crown prince, and I couldn’t let him watch a one-night stand so carelessly. I don’t even think it was right to let any other guy stick to me, considering his growling earlier.

“You.”

The man, who was looking down at my smiling face, smiled back with a sigh.

“You are a master who doesn’t beat around the bush.”

“Okay. If you want to play with your master, then tell me.”

“Then let’s do it now.”

Even when I was teasing him, I couldn’t help but get embarrassed by his low-pitched words.

“What?”

“Saying that makes me want to fuck you right now.”

“Uh… what?”

“I want to fuck you.”

At first, I thought he was joking. His eyes were folded and was clearly mocking me. However, sweeping his hair roughly down to the back of his neck, I noticed the front of his pants was bulged as he approached me.

I stammered back as the sight of it sticking out as if it was about to jump out of his pants. But the man didn’t let go of me, stretched out his arm and pulled me closed as he locked me in his strong embrace.