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Chapter 1: Master

"Miyuki-sama. Your dinner is ready," Eijun Sawamura said.

Miyuki Kazuya, evil mastermind of the richest underground trading company named Black Dia, laid back in his black chair. "Bring it here."

"Certainly."

The servant turned around and headed back to the kitchen to retrieve a tray of restaurant quality food. He returned to his master and placed it on the table. He stood up straight and focused his brown eyes on the bespectacled man. "Is there anything else you would like me to do for you, Miyuki-sama?"

Miyuki stared into space for a second before gesturing to the door at the end of the dark hallway. "After I'm done eating, sleep with me."

Eijun showed no sign of retaliation, for as he was used to this command. "Certainly, Miyuki-sama."


Two hours later, Eijun entered his master's bedroom. "Shall we begin?"

Miyuki smirked as he got up from his table and slowly walked towards his servant. He placed his cold hands on the latter's slim waist. "Yes. Strip."

Eijun nodded. "Certainly."

He moved back an inch and began to take off his pure white bonnet. Then his black and white French maid dress. Then his white stockings. Then his black one inch heels. Then his white undershirt. Then his black garter. Then his underwear.

Now he was fully naked.

Which Miyuki liked too much for his own good. "Undress me."

"Yes, master." In less than two seconds, Eijun's semi-warm hands meddled with his owner's clothes, making them both naked.

The mastermind smirked as he climbed onto the bed and beckoned his servant forward with his index finger. The shorter brunette responded immediately.

The bespectacled man made space between his legs. "Sit."

Eijun did as he was told, ignoring the awkward sensation that was flowing through his veins. Miyuki's hands ran through his slightly chiseled chest, tracing the scars and scrapes along the skin. "My sweet property~"

Miyuki tilted his servant's head a bit so he could get a closer look at his neck. He frowned. "Aw man, the hickeys faded. Might as well make new ones, ne, Eijun?"

Eijun's ear twitched. It was only at this time that his owner uttered his first name.

The time when the temperature seemed to be getting warmer by the minute.

Seemed to.

Miyuki placed his lips on the brunette's neck and sucked, licked, and nibbled on it harshly, making Eijun whimper slowly.

It would have to go on like this for the rest of the night.

Every part of his body was put to use.

Great use.


Eijun looked at his naked self in the full length oval mirror that stood in the corner of his own room.

The clear glass reflected the truth about himself after the night's "blast". Hickeys, possession marks, and red scars surrounded his body like thin plastic.

He no longer ruled himself and his own sanity. He was an unchangeable tv. Only his cherished master, Miyuki Kazuya, could change his channels.

Only him.

As Eijun pulled on his blue and banana decorated pajamas and slipped into bed, he thought about the only thing he could.

'Miyuki-sama is my all. I will always be his. I will stay with him forever. I am forever loyal to Miyuki-sama. I shall obey no other than Miyuki-sama…'

The faint streak of moonlight painting his room lulled him to sleep.

Like always.