CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: SAAR(1)

The words cracked through the air like thunder, and for the first time, Dorian faltered.

Dorian’s hesitation lasted barely a heartbeat before it twisted into rage. His grip turned bruising, his eyes feverish.

"So what if I force myself on you?" he growled. "You’re too damn pretty, Kaizar. That face, that body, why’d you have to be cursed with both? I want to fuck you, ram my cock into you, until all you can scream out his my name.."

Min-jae’s stomach churned as Dorian yanked his trousers open, dragging out his cock, thick and hard with sick excitement.

He shoved it toward Min-jae’s face, his breath ragged.

"Go on.." Dorian sneered. "If you can bend for Meical, then suck me too. What’s the difference?"

Min-jae’s gut lurched. The sight alone made bile burn at the back of his throat.

He clenched his jaw, turning his face aside, but Dorian didn’t care. He fisted himself furiously, groaning, until the hot mess of his seed spurted across Min-jae’s cheek and jaw.

"Lick it.." Dorian panted, his voice hoarse, triumphant, disgusting. "Lick it off."

That was it.

Min-jae’s fury snapped like a whip. His fist drove hard into Dorian’s ribs, the impact sharp and brutal. Dorian let out a strangled cry, toppling off him, clutching his side.

Min-jae sat up at once, wiping at his face with shaking hands, every inch of him crawling with revulsion.

His glare could have cut through steel.

"You and your bastard father," Min-jae spat, his voice like fire, "the two of you only know how to think with your cocks. Fine. I’ll solve that problem." He stood, trembling with rage. "I’ll make you both eunuchs. You’ve tormented me for too long, and I’ll make damn sure this ends with me."

Dorian wheezed on the floor, his face twisted in pain, but Min-jae didn’t spare him another glance. He wanted nothing more than to storm out and never look back.until something caught his eye.

The diary!?

Sitting openly on top of the drawer, as if mocking him for all his struggle.

Min-jae snatched it up with a trembling hand, then turned one last, blistering glare toward Dorian.

"Pathetic."

Without another word, he stormed out, wiping the filth from his face with the back of his sleeve, every step heavy with disgust.

The diary weighed heavily in Min-jae’s hand, his stomach still twisting with disgust. He couldn’t stay in this wretched house a second longer.

He needed air, needed Meical, needed to be away from these monsters. He strode down the hall, quick steps echoing against the stone.

But Dorian’s footsteps followed close behind, his ragged voice cutting through the silence. "Kaizar! Don’t you dare walk away from me!"

Min-jae’s pulse kicked up, his pace breaking into a near-run. He could still feel the filth on his skin, still hear that sick demand. The thought alone made his stomach lurch. Dorian reached out, fingers curling to seize his wrist, but they never made it.

A firm hand intercepted, gripping Dorian’s arm and twisting it back with calculated force. Dorian cried out, staggering.

Min-jae froze, his breath catching, then slowly lifted his gaze. The man standing between them was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in muted black.

His eyes were sharp, his presence steady as a wall. Min-jae recognized that face from Kaizar’s fragmented memories, loyal, unyielding, a shadow that had always been there. "Saar..."

The name slipped out before he could stop it, and for the first time all day, a smile broke across his face.

Dorian scowled, trying to wrench free, but Saar’s grip only tightened, his voice low and controlled. "Touch him again, and you’ll lose this hand."

Min-jae clutched the diary tighter against his chest. This was why he came. Not just for the diary, but for this man.

For Saar.

Saar released Dorian with a final shove, watching him stumble back into the shadows of the hall. His jaw was tight, but his voice softened when he turned to Min-jae.

"My lord... forgive me. I should have stepped in sooner. I was late."

Min-jae shook his head, forcing back the storm still boiling in his chest. "No. Don’t apologize. You’re here now. That’s enough. As for them..." His eyes cut coldly toward the direction of Dorian’s retreat. "I’ll deal with father and son myself. Personally...."

Saar bowed his head, a shadow of approval flickering in his expression.

Min-jae drew a breath, steadying his grip on the diary before meeting Saar’s gaze again. "I didn’t only come here for this." He tapped the book against his chest. "I came for you. I’m not living here anymore. So you’re coming with me. Where I go...you go."

There wasn’t a pause, not a second of hesitation. Saar simply nodded once, firmly. "Wherever the master is, that is where I belong."

Relief swept through Min-jae’s bones. For the first time today, he felt like he could breathe.

He glanced back at the looming house behind him, the bile rising in his throat at the thought of stepping inside again.

His clothes, his belongings..they were still there. But he couldn’t bring himself to enter those walls another time.

He turned back to Saar. "Go inside. Pack everything of mine. Every piece. I don’t want to set foot in there again."

"Yes, my lord."

Saar moved quickly, his footsteps fading into the house. Min-jae waited outside, the morning air biting against his skin, cleansing him of the stench from the Amagi household.

Minutes later, Saar reappeared, carrying not one but two heavy trunks as though they weighed nothing.

"It’s all here. My Lord.."

Min-jae’s lips curved faintly. "Good. Then we’re done here."

He glanced toward the gates. Meical had promised to pick him up, but the thought of waiting here, breathing the same air as this family, was unbearable.

"You’ve got change for a carriage?" he asked, tone wry despite the tension still coiled inside him. "My husband usually drops me off but I can’t wait a second longer to go home..."

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Saar adjusted the trunks with ease, his composure unshaken. "I’ll see to it. You won’t remain here another moment."