Western Fantasy: What Are You Looking At? Don't You Have a Dog of Your Own?

[One-on-one romance, two male leads, arrogant young master bottom x demon priest top, Western fantasy, discipline] “Lost lamb, Isaac will show you the way.” In the sacred church, a pair of blood-red eyes watched Anlai kneel on the ground. Covered in grime and facing the priest, Anlai signed an eternal contract. “I offer my soul to you in exchange for your help in taking revenge.” The priest before him had a pair of blood-red eyes brimming with excitement. This lost lamb was actually a wounded wild wolf. A soul brimming with ambition was the best nourishment for a demon. “Cassius, keep your fangs to yourself. No dog bares its teeth at its owner.” Anlai sat in a chair with his foot on Cassius’s head, speaking coldly. This dog’s training was only just beginning. Pleasure shimmered in those excited red eyes. He was born to be a dog, and all he needed was an owner like Anlai who knew how to train him. “Yes, Master.” If your dog wags its tail at someone else, does that mean you’re a bad owner? If Anlai ever caught Cassius wagging his tail at anyone else, he would simply cut it off. “Cassius, I’m the only one who can be your owner. If I catch you wagging your tail at anyone else again, I’ll break your legs.” Anlai gripped the collar around his neck and spoke fiercely, only to meet a pair of excited, blood-red eyes. It seemed this was the dog’s little way of asking to be trained. “Master, you know I only wag my tail for you.” This greedy demon. “You need to be taught a lesson.”