"Please, Master" | Rawoong +18

"You are what, Hwanwoong?" Youngjo tightened his grip around the other's windpipe. "You are not hungry?" He quoted the other's previous words a moment before he stepped away from him. He climbed off the bed slowly until he was standing right in front of the other's feet. Then, he showed his back at Hwanwoong to go grab a plum from the basket he had left on the desk beforehand. He chose the smallest, the shiniest, the prettiest, probably the sweetest plum of all before he walked back to the other and he moved it right above his face. "We're here, what you want is here so, why don't you take it?"

Nothing makes Hwanwoong's heart beat anymore since he had decided to give up on his dreams. One day, he meets an old schoolmate by chance in a café, and he decides to follow his advice, hoping to find somewhere he could study peacefully. He wasn't expecting to find himself in a mysterious massage spa where he meets a charming Master who wants to help him.