The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Undress you.

Naya didn't answer because she was too scared. Suddenly Mike asked me that. She's trembling. Is it true that Mike will make him the satisfied slave of**** as Ken said?

Naya gulps. He wanted to move to another dimension. Mike's domineering aura as well as that ambiguous smile horrified him.

But even so he has decided. Too late to back off. He knew the meaning of being sold and knew the obligations of the so-called slaves. Ken had also warned, but still he still wished for a good man on earth that he had stepped on now.

Are there really no good people besides Ken and Sean? What kind of man is Mike?

"Why not answer? Are you suddenly mute now?" ask Mike. Full of emphasis from before. He stored the glass away and again intimidated Naya with a cold look.

Naya still didn't say. His heart rhythm is going crazy. His eyes looked at Mike. "T-lord, s-actually ...."

Mike's oddity suddenly airs up to Naya so gawked for a few seconds. She's astonished. How not? Just a moment ago the evil aura dominated Mike, and now the man was laughing happily while clapping his hands.

'Don't besides the basket eyes he also has a double personality.'

Naya nodded again. It's even getting nervous. He soaked his lips with saliva and then regressed his steps.

"That's it. You don't have to answer because I know the answer" Mike said as he approached.

The cornered Naya could no longer move. There was a plant table blocking his movement.

Damn Mike who was already interested in Naya increasingly flirting. He leaned over and deliberately brought his face closer to Naya.

"Gentlemen want anything?" tanya Naya stamped. He could even feel Mike's breath.

However, Mike simply commented a smile. He ruffled Naya's head.

"You are so easily deceived" he said, laughing. He looked at Naya's blushing face. "By the way I'm sure Laura's assistant worked hard to change you, right? He even knows my taste. I do like plain-type short-haired girls like you."

Naya gulps. He was relieved because Mike returned to his original position, but no doubt there was a disappointment in slipping in the chest. After hearing Mike's words, he realized something. Her fate had been bad since meeting Laura.

"But he doesn't seem to hear the latest news. I am now bored with girls. I am more interested in a disorganized girl. I thought you were at the cafe this afternoon" continued Mike.

Naya. He really doesn't understand. ''What don't-don't?''

"Yes, I saw your fight fit in the cafe earlier. You know, you look beautiful even if you wear regular clothes. I'm interested."

Again, Naya was getting more nervous. Every compliment that Mike throws makes it feel like swallowing a thorn.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry if I was presumptuous. What kind of deal did Mr and Aunt Laura make?" ask Naya. He ventured to change the subject.

Strange, instead of directly answering Mike instead back chuckle. Naya's starting to slack off. Not an hour with Mike he's been laughed at so many times. Is there something wrong with him or does Mike have a mental disorder?

"Why Sir? Am I wrong?" ask Naya.

Mike shook his head. He stopped the laughter. He looked at the confused Naya.

Naya was silent. He thought about Mike.

"Alright Sir. I'm errat. What exactly is the deal you made with him?"

Mike tried to hold back the laughter. He really likes Naya. The girl in addition to the face of ayu also has a good heart. They have different characteristics than most women. They're hypocrites who chase just for the money.

Who would have guessed that now she met Naya, for her the deal with Laura was a gift she could not have wasted.

"It's not clear. I gave him money to cover up the debt. In return he handed you over" Mike said. No pleasantries.

"That's the problem. I wonder why you want to buy me with great value. Not that you have a lot of money. I'm just a little girl who definitely doesn't compare to the women who are here. With looks and money I am sure many will queue up to be slaves and servants. I'm sure ...."

"Stop!" sela Mike's. He looked irate and unhesitatingly gripped Naya's arm firmly. "You have no right to express your opinion. Here I am your master. Whatever it is up to me. Remember that!"

Mike glared, then let go of the grip violently. Naya staggered, but could still stand up straight.

'Fix, this guy is mentally ill.' Naya monologue.

"Now come with me. I'll take you to the room" explained Mike.

Not wanting to get into trouble, Naya decided to shut up and followed. A lot of people are there. From the stylish man like an adjutant and some uniformed woman that he was sure was the housekeeper. Surprisingly so many people no one dared to look at him.

In anxiety he is very hopeful, hopefully Mike makes him a helper of the satisfiers *****. However, were any helpers bought for up to ten billion?

Meet Mike and Naya in a large, luxurious room. The decoration resembles a princess room dominated by golden color. Of course, the privileges he received made him even more nervous.

"Sir, b-isn't this room too big for a slave?" ask Naya who is standing right behind Mike.

Mike flipped himself, he smiled ambiguously. "of course. You are the boy I bought. But where you sleep and what your status will be is my absolute right. And now enjoy the special accommodation I gave you."

"B-but why?"

"Because you're not an ordinary slave. You're special," Mike said. Her lips went up next door.

While Naya, don't ask again. The leafan on the chest is getting better. The atmosphere changed drastically. He used to be at home with Ken but his gut feeling isn't what it is now. Ken's gaze was cold. Very different from Mike's gaze full of ambiguity.

"Now I want to see you change clothes" Mike said suddenly.

"Huh? Wh-what Sir? Change clothes?"

"Yes. Take off your clothes now."

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