Glass clattered and jazz music played at the bar.

Lezhin was sitting on a luxurious couch in the VVIP room along with other wealthy men, socializing with you sat on his lap. Lezhin doesn't hold back on flaunting how gorgeous and compliant you are. You'd fix his tie and hold the glass of wine to his lips. Being attentive and resting against him.

Damn where the hell did you find this boy? He's handsome as hell......

One of the investors eyed you, he pulled his own boy a bit closer, hands under their shirt. The boy curled against the investor, tugging their shirt for attention.

I'm flattered. He's the cutest.

Lezhin said simply but proud, keeping you on his lap with a hand on your waist, the other between your thighs. You kept serving him sips of wine, a hand massaging his shoulder.

Don't be selfish Lezhin, mind sharing him with us?

Another businessman chimed in, other people chorused their agreements, licking their lips. All of them having their own sweet boy, hands roaming.