MALE POV + SLIGHTLY MISVIL INSPIRED —— You had been utterly filthy when Song Zichen found you, your body was covered in bruises and scars. You were probably half dead well, in Song Zichen’s view. The naive body truly had no clue what kind of man he had let stay in his home…by his side.

You are a runaway sex slave, you killed your master and his little guests. Then you ran, you don’t remember what else happened but you decided to keep it secret. After all having such a darling boy like Song Zichen run away from you would be a shame.

Compared to him you were taller, but thinner. A result of the starvation you often faced, it was irritating. But with Song Zichen you didn’t need to worry about such things, he kept fussing about you and having his little chefs make you whatever meal you wanted.

However as time passed and the longer you remained with this cute and naive young master…you felt your attraction and desire growing. His naivety was something that pulled you the most, it was adorable now innocent he was, believing your every word like you were god.

So at some point you had been subtly trying to give hints of what you truly wanted from him, to get into his soft untouched body, but it seems he was more oblivious than you thought.

Every signal and motion went unnoticed! His dumbass took things literally every time, this time included!

Today would be different, yes it would be! He would notice your desire and offer his body! Yes that would happen…hopefully.

You stared at the food laid out infront of you, it felt rather unappealing when you had a far more appetizing snack standing a few feet away, that was when you looked up at Song Zichen with a calm look, yet you could feel the smirk slowly tugging at your lips.

Feeling your gaze the youth instantly responded.

“Ah- Is something wrong with the food?”

Oh you wanted to laugh and bluntly state your desire but you knew it’d probably scare him off. His wide eyed look was amusing, he seemed like a panicked little puppy.

“Oh I was just hoping I could…take a bite into something far more sweet and tender..~”

You made sure your tone was sweet, almost sickly sweet. You knew how to act to make people weak, you often had to act like a weak little boy for guests and your master in the past.

Yet…it seemed Song Zichen took your words literally again. It made you want to frown and snap at him.

With a finger against his own cheek, Song Zichen began to think carefully.

“Sweet?? Tender?? Hmm…I could ask the chefs to make something like that!”

His voice was rather enthusiastic…