Chapter 407

It was the smile he had right before he snapped. Chase knew that the wider it grew, the closer their master was to boiling over… and the more vicious his next move would be.
So Chase could only feel a flicker of pity for Sheena. Whatever was coming, she had brought it entirely upon herself.
But then their master’s creepy smile shifted, his gaze snapping back to Chase. Chase could almost see the calculations turning behind his master’s eyes, gears clicking into place, and the target of that calculation was unmistakably him.
For a moment, Chase felt his heartbeat stop. Dread crawled up his spine, but he forced himself to stay composed. He had no idea what their master was planning, but whatever it was, he would have to find a way to deal with it later.
“Now then… what should we do about this, hmm, Chase?” their master asked. But it was obvious he was only asking for show; he had no intention of hearing Chase’s opinion. Before Chase could even open his mouth, their master continued,
“Since that’s the case, why don’t I just gift Sheena to you? Let her be your first concubine. With her body and beauty, I’m sure whatever problem you’re having with your body will be cured
He ended his words with a bright, almost gleeful smile directed at Chase. Chase went rigid, stunned by what he’d just heard.
Sheena froze as well. The tears she’d been shedding stopped mid-breath. She had been trying to seduce Chase earlier, yes, but she only saw him as a backup plan to secure an escape route without losing her master’s affection and pampering.
If her master simply gave
Only now did she realize her scheme had completely backfired. Her face drained of color in an instant. Get full chapters from
“No… No, My Lord… I only love you! I only want to serve you! Please, don’t throw me away!”
Sheena crawled toward him, clinging desperately to his legs. But before she could even touch the hem of his clothes, he kicked her, hard in the stomach, sending her flying a meter across the floor. Sheena hit the ground with a choked cry, blood spilling from her lips.
While she begged not to be gifted away like a discarded toy, Chase felt the veins on his forehead bulge as he struggled to keep his temper in check.
He understood exactly why his master was doing this. Sheena was already considered tainted in his eyes and no longer useful to him. Instead of killing her outright and wasting her remaining value, he intended to use her to tighten Chase’s leash. By gifting Sheena to him, the master ensured she would stay close, monitoring Chase from within.
And because she was now a “gift,” Chase couldn’t reject her, push her away, or kill her without disrespecting their master.
This was his master’s way of forcing her into Chase’s life, whether he wanted her there or not.
’Did the master notice something? Did I slip? Was I too impatient? Did he realize I’ve been sabotaging him this whole time?’
Chase’s mind raced through every possibility, each one tightening the knot in his stomach. A nervous lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed it slowly before speaking.
“Master, you jest. You know I have no interest in women or… indulging in such matters. I only wish to prove my usefulness to you,” he said, lowering his head in a submissive bow, exposing his neck in a gesture of obedience.
But the moment his eyes dipped out of his master’s sight, a sharp, murderous glint flashed through them. He forced it down immediately, burying every trace of emotion. If even a sliver of his killing intent leaked out, it would be the end of him.
Hearing Chase reject her so bluntly, Sheena, who had just been begging their master not to gift her away, felt as though she’d been slapped across the face. She had never felt so unwanted, so ugly. It was as if she were nothing more than a ball tossed from one side of the court to the other, and nothing wounded her pride more than that.
She bit the inside of her cheek until the metallic tang of blood spread across her tongue, but she couldn’t curse, not now. She forced herself to stay silent, even as rage boiled inside her.
Her eyes reddened, tears spilling not from sorrow this time but from fury. She glared at Chase with trembling humiliation, feeling more degraded than she ever had in her life.
“What should we do then? I can’t take her back now that she’s tainted their master added, clearly determined to push Sheena onto Chase. Chase knew that if he refused one more time, their master would truly snap.
Reluctance and anger churned in his chest. He stayed silent for a moment, then drew a shaky breath and forced himself to nod.
Only after seeing Chase’s reluctant nod did their master smirk in triumph. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed them.
“Alright. Since this matter has been settled, you may leave. And, ah, yes… call my second consort. Tell her to serve me tonight.”
With that, their master reclined back onto his bed without sparing Sheena a single glance.
The guards who had escorted Chase in grabbed Sheena and hauled her off like a sack of potatoes. Chase followed behind with his head lowered, while another guard hurried ahead to open the doors for them.
Before they even made it out of the hall, the second consort was already running toward the master’s chambers with a wide smile on her face.
She had warm tan skin, a slender waist, not as voluptuous as Sheena, perhaps, but her figure was still striking, with curves in all the right places and thick wavy hair framing her features. As a Gypsy beauty, she was known as one of the most stunning women in the harem.
But Sheena had always been better at fawning and currying favor, using her charm to suppress the others. Now that she was being cast aside, the rest of the harem finally had room to fight for favor again.
So when the second consort saw Sheena being tossed out of their master’s room, she shot her a smug smirk and flicked her long hair over her shoulder. Then she strode inside, her slim waist swaying like a serpent, sensual and confident with every step.
She had arrived so quickly because her quarters were close to the master’s chambers. It was designed that way so that whenever he desired, any woman from his harem could be summoned instantly to satisfy him.
Not long after, Chase and the others could already hear their master’s low, eager growls echoing from the chamber, followed by the second concubine’s coy, exaggerated moans.
It was obvious she was doing it on purpose, letting her voice rise just enough to reach the hallway, flaunting her regained favor and rubbing salt into Sheena’s wounds. Each sound seemed crafted to humiliate Sheena further, reminding her of just how far she had fallen.