"I'm sorry..." Ryeowook murmured hesitatingly under his breath, “… Master…”
Heechul cracked his whip once again on his poor dongsaeng’s private, causing the already on-his-knees boy to whimper and fall onto his stomach. The cruel hyung smirked; this kid was so much fun.
“Who do you belong to?” Heechul asked, his voice soft and sensual.
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