The Story of Little Joseph and His Master

Prologue 12

Joseph snuggled up to his owner, feeling the warmth and comfort radiating from his owner's pure body. He pressed his face close, wrapping his arms around them. Gazing at his owner's peaceful, sleeping face, Joseph couldn't help but hold on tighter.

His owner's face was as gentle and soft as water—beautiful, tender. Joseph loved them so, so much. He silently watched his owner's tranquil features, savoring the warmth from both the blanket and his owner's body.

Soon, his owner's eyebrows twitched slightly, and they stirred from sleep. Joseph looked into his owner's soft, pale blue eyes and felt an overwhelming calm in his heart. 
Joseph: "Master, I love you."

With that, Joseph slid his hands into the space between the blanket and his owner's body, embracing them from the front. His heart fluttered. His owner wasn't wearing any clothes, and Joseph felt a surge of desire rise within him as he held their soft form. His owner returned the embrace with gentle warmth.

Joseph pulled his owner up from the bed. His owner, eyes still sleepy, asked: 
Owner: "What's wrong, Joseph?" 
Joseph nestled into their arms, feeling as though he were holding onto a smooth, sleek water snake. The warmth from his owner's body gave Joseph a deep sense of comfort and security. 
Joseph: "It's nothing, Master. Let's go back to sleep." 

With that, the two of them slipped back under the covers. Joseph huddled inside, looking at the soft white blanket surrounding them. A gentle light filtered through the exit of the blanket.

His owner's body was still close, so Joseph wrapped his arms around them from above. 
Joseph: "Master, let's go shopping together!" 
Owner: "No way, I need more sleep." 
Joseph settled in beside his owner, and together, they drifted into a warm, cozy sleep.

The bright morning light joyfully poured into the bedroom, while a crisp morning breeze brought the fresh scent of dawn. His owner sat up, stretching lazily. Joseph sat up too, kneeling beside them.

Joseph hugged his owner's soft body, but their time together wasn't long. His owner soon dressed in comfortable clothes, and Joseph followed suit.

Owner: "Joseph, I'll take you shopping today. Is there anything you'd like to buy?" 
Joseph: "I don't want to buy anything. I just want to stay by your side, to show off the special bond between us."

His owner stepped out of the bedroom, heading into the living room, where they put on white socks and blue-and-white shoes, before taking Joseph's hand and setting off.

Joseph: "Master, let's visit the writers' association in the city today! Maybe we'll meet some interesting people." 
Owner: "Alright."

Hand in hand, Joseph and his owner walked through the streets. Most passersby looked worn out, but when they saw his owner, they couldn't help but take a second glance, awestruck by their beauty.

Joseph felt honored to walk by his owner's side. He remained silent—anonymous, invisible. His owner, radiant as spring, brought the sound of new life awakening. To Joseph, his owner was the most important person in his entire world.