He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly - He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly chapter 29

29 – Wouldn’t it be better if I had one more eye to see…?

The night when grass bugs cry.

Inside the bed, where she still closed her eyes and quietly put her nose close to the nape of my neck, inhaling my scent.

I was quietly thinking about one thing.

To be honest, I thought I would be able to feel the meaning of the word Boksangsa if I went on like this.

I don’t know what to eat properly, but even she lost a little more fat than before… She had lost some of the flab, and her smooth abs were now about to be sharpened.

Not good at all. After moving, the amount of money you have is enough to relax for a while, even blocking eating out and making your own food.

“I don’t think we need to go to a dangerous dungeon. For the time being.

It is said.

When I asked if I should try a little harder to buy a present, a ring, a keepsake, or something like that, she shook her head saying it wasn’t necessary at all.

“Even my parents were far from luxuries. I’d rather spend money and time on things I don’t need in the first place…”

After that, memories are pink. Very soggy and messy.

Whoa, and a very deep sigh came out.

She really only wanted me.

I didn’t need everything else, and as long as I was healthy and fine, I was confident that I would spend every day without getting bored.

Because at those times when I stroked my hair sometimes, he purred as if he had hearts in his eyes and held me tightly in my arms.

It was definitely addicting to see him lying down with his ears closed and hugging me.

But that kind of behavior wasn’t good behavior at all for me.

Especially when you consider how many sheets have already been washed and hung out.

The sofa… Ha, let’s not talk.

It seemed that something was definitely needed to stop her runaway.

Therefore, I went to the slave contract office to ask for a change in the contract, but…

“Sorry. It is currently difficult to change contracts. Recently, cases of abuse of renewal contracts in slave contracts have been reported, so we are not accepting new contracts or contract terminations, in other words, contracts other than slave release.”

I won’t explain how much she “took care” of me when I got home.

“Have I been so unreliable? Are you rejecting my love? Are you sure you can’t even do that much? I could do anything? For you? For your pleasure?”

…I still can’t forget those sad eyes.

Her two red eyes, expressionless, watching all my shame with eyes wide open until they lost their senses.

If I visit again for that purpose, I will surely be imprisoned by her.

It was sincere. Those rings in the basement she frequented.

Those eyes and that expression you showed me as I touched it,

Her crimson tongue licked her red lips and her crooked eyes that showed a strong will to eat me.

An attitude similar to that of a predator to the point of doubting whether he was a herbivore.

I… I was afraid. I was afraid to the point that I sincerely regret what I had reaped.

He wasn’t doing her too much favor in the first place.

I didn’t know that the amount of attention that I inadvertently gave to her beauty would hold my ankle like this.

It wasn’t just about approaching the contract carelessly, with a little sympathy and permissiveness.

Seriously, I resented me for not being able to stop loving her even though I was afraid of her.

Seeing her white hair made me want to stroke it.

He loved her to the point of kissing her prickly ears.

I couldn’t forget her smile, her laugh, her firm yet respectful, yet affectionate voice and touch.

My body, my mind, were already tied to her.

There is no longer a master-servant relationship, just a slight vertical structure in the relationship created by a small contract between people who love each other.

Perhaps I was already her slave, and she might be my master.

She held me up as her master, but when they saw me ‘attached’ to her body day and night, it was certain that other people would think the opposite.

So, my plan to prevent her runaway was none other than… to call a third party into this house.

sh*t, I should have stopped her begging to move out. Since I couldn’t dig my own grave, it was like weaving the coffin myself and giving it to her as a colonel.

And a very cozy coffin in which she could squeeze me in.

To be honest? It was good at the time.

Comfort and pleasure given by the female body, and something that stimulates instincts.

Her infinite affection, motherly love, spirit of service, and her unbelievably active appearance for being a rabbit.

All of them were openly stimulating the things I liked.

So, if there was no dissatisfaction with her behavior at the inn where that level was restrained thanks to her unique ‘tarnish man’, now…

The bedroom on the second floor, the kitchen while washing dishes, the dining table while eating, the sofa during rest, the bathroom while washing…

It was almost impossible to find a place that didn’t overlap her, even though it hadn’t been long since they had moved.

I could categorically say no to this.

At least if a member of her family is with her, openly –

No, wait. If she is this kind of person, surely one of her father or mother has her characteristics.

family is not

Then there had to be someone else. anyone was good It was good if she didn’t openly squeeze me for 24 hours.

Then… wouldn’t it be nice to have a slave?

okay. If you bring in another slave, there will be plenty of possibilities.

But how to get it is the question.

It is certain that if he knew that I was thinking this way, he would harass me with the terms of the contract.

Maybe it really puts me in a dungeon…

no no. It is unavoidable in order to survive. You have to be prepared to take a tough stand if you have to.

it’s my life at stake If you keep going like this, the stuff between your legs might really wear out and disappear. It couldn’t be. don’t have

It can’t be helped that she gets angry, angry, or teary-eyed, but I had to bring one more person into the house.

If it’s still possible… Ha, damn it. Gender matters this time.

It’s too awkward to bring in men. To be honest, it’s not that I hate her.

I gnawed my teeth, shuddering at the many possibilities that passed through my head.

However, it was certain that she would be strongly opposed to bringing in a woman.

She, too, will think the same as I thought and gnashing her teeth.

But… But… If I don’t do this, I have no choice.

Either become a mummy and get buried, or try to make her feel as comfortable as possible for a relatively short period of time after earning her resentment.

The latter will be overwhelmingly better.

If the former just surrendered to pleasure and one day runs out of energy and goes in vain, at least the latter can make some effort.

Bring in someone new, explain things to her, and somehow –

Is this a good idea?

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Rather, being caught by her collar, being crushed in front of a new member, having the contract terminated forcibly, and being taken to the basement as it is…

no no. It can’t be. It can’t be.

By doing this, he wasted money and forced to dungeon with her to shorten the relationship’s time.

And they could avoid it to some extent by citing the depletion of physical strength due to the outsiders in the house and the dungeon as an excuse.

But the more I think about the plan, the more I see myself giving her the scruff of the neck with chains hanging all over my neck, arms, and legs.

And as a bonus, there are cute little bunnies running around the house with their ears pricked up… No!

No, it can’t be. There shouldn’t be such an ending, and it shouldn’t go in that format.

Of course, a couple’s relationship with her – no, it’s not the same as already established…

But at least not with this picture.

It should be a harmonious, stable, mild and calm life.

I mean, he shouldn’t be locked up in a cellar, soaked in pleasure, like some kind of child-bearing machine, living off only what she gives him.

A life never, never should have been where you smile as you remember the last time you saw the sun and tremble as you hear her descending the stairs.

Then, I never wanted to face the humiliating ending of being buried in the ground surrounded by countless descendants.

So… either she somehow falls asleep, or I have to sign a slave contract while I’m out on my own.

It required a little determination, no, strong determination, but I had to do it.

There had to be no failures in this process.

But why do I feel anxious, why do I feel like my worst fantasies are about to come true.

The moment she tried to fall asleep while fiddling with her ears, leaving behind the anxiety she was struggling with.

“…Whoops.”

She could be seen very clearly in the dark as she unbuttoned the buttons of her nightgown one by one, with glowing red eyes.

It was dawn that the will to overcome this situation was a little stronger.