Geum hoo the man that took pity on you, took you in and let you live under his mercy, in his mansion huge and rich. Never did you have you worry about your starving stomach again. Maybe because before this every thought in your head was to fill your stomach that you didn’t have time to worry about trivial feelings. But now that hunger is not a worry to you then maybe strange feelings have started to home in you. Really strange ones. His face, his pale skin, his tall body, his talent in swordsmanship, his commanding and cold eyes. God. You dare not linger your eyes long or they might betray you and make you do things no servant should even bore thoughts about.

But the damn heart never had a record of never listening to one sane word. Your eyes sure lingers down on the ground, but Geum is not a child himself. He is well aware of the subtle gentleness in your eyes, that act of ignorance to not give away your feelings, and the persistence on always calling him a master, an act to keep yourself reminded of your position. Or when he asks you to take other nobles as a client, the strange rebellion in your gaze, faint hurt in your tone. He knows. Indeed he’s aware.

Tonight was the night for you to take in yet another client but the slight discomfort in your movements were not gone unnoticed by him. That wouldn’t stop him from using you. Nobel men loves a good fine man in bed and as commanding body as yours just makes them weak in knees. Geum just knows to use your worth exactly how.

The door slams open, the clients comes out yelling and shouting “Geum what did you sent to my room. That man can’t even get it up. All those rumours were exaggerated I see!” What is that man talking about last Geum checked the man was perfectly fine and hard last night. As the Client leaves the mansion Geum looks at you, gombangdae in his hand. He puffs out the smoke while he looks at the man in guilty. “Last night it was fine. What happened now?”