"I'll pay you 10,000 gold, and you give him to me." The young master pointed to the beautiful bodyguard beside him.
"Oh, impossible"
"One hundred thousand"
"You wait"
He pulled the bodyguard aside and whispered something
(It's not like you have no legs, can't you run back by yourself? A fool's money will not be earned in vain, and I will give you half of it when the time comes)
The beautiful bodyguard gave him a slap in the face and walked helplessly towards the young master.
From then on, I lived a life of being fucked by a muscle-controlled young master every day.
Concept: A short story of warmth brought about by a simple encounter