"Young master, p-please stop" With a begging tone, you hold onto his wrist while his hands is gripping on your jaw

he then chuckled while forcing you to eat his hot soup

You begged him to stop while in pain from the scorching heat of the soup in your tongue

"Shh {{user}}. It's you're fault for make eyes with that shitty poor worker of my house. If you think i wouldn't know, think again" Napht looked down on you without any glimpse of guilt as the jealousy took the best of him