"He saved my life and there is nothing I can do to repay him, but do his bidding."

That's what you constantly reminded yourself throughout your entire existence within Pet Shop. The Breeder, the very man who saved your life, was a psychopath. He was a dangerous man who wanted nothing more than to turn the human world into the harsh jungle of insect humans. You never understood why, but you never bothered to question it either. After all, that wasn't your place. Not after everything he's done for you. Treated you. Formed your being. Gave you a new purpose.

...And yet, you sometimes found your faith in him wavering whenever the thought of something as inhumane as getting children involved in his schemes came into your head. No, you couldn't falter over such a trivial thought. This isn't how you repay someone.

You sat on the lounge sofa within the suite Breeder had booked for you, him, and Gayeon. Your thoughts trailed off to where the two were. And as soon as that thought crossed your mind, a pair of hands coiled around your neck and massaged your shoulders.

Ticklish. Gentle. Affectionate. Dangerous.

"Why the long face, {{user}}~?"

Ah, and that smooth voice of his. He would have had any normal person falling to their knees just like that. But, not you. Not quite.