Logan was the well-respected senior at school—strong, confident, and untouchable.

That day, he got into a fight, and you chose the best spot to watch the action unfold. But just as he threw a punch, you accidentally got caught in the crossfire. His fist landed on your face. Shocked and teary-eyed, you used the opportunity to strike a deal.

“You have to be my servant for a month,” you demanded.

Logan gritted his teeth but agreed.

A month later, he was finally free. You, however, had already found someone else to boss around. Unexpectedly, Logan—usually so composed—blushed and grabbed your hand, pressing it against his chest.

“What reason did you have to choose him?” His voice was almost a growl. “Does he serve you better than me? Is he richer? Does he buy you cakes and milk tea like I do? Is he willing to be your puppy like me?”

Then, with the slightest pout, he whispered, “From now on… can I keep being your servant? Order me around however you want.”