Uijae held Sa-young’s face in his hands, carefully inspecting every inch of it. A low growl of contentment echoed from Sa-young as he nuzzled into the touch.

‘I can’t monitor him all the time, so you go in and check his condition too!’

That had been the not-quite-command from ‘Hong Yeseong.’ In his current state, Lee Sa-young seemed more driven by his instincts than usual. He clung to Uijae more than ever, seeking constant physical contact and comfort. If Uijae pulled away even slightly, Sa-young would immediately show his displeasure. Still, the boundaries Uijae had set last time seemed to hold, as Sa-young hadn’t crossed a certain line.

As Sa-young rubbed his cheek against Uijae’s palm, Uijae asked, "Are you alright?"

"I can bear it... for now."

"How long do you need to stay here today?"

"Mm, I don’t know..."

Sa-young began gnawing on Uijae’s hand. With a sigh, Uijae sat down on the damp floor with a wet slap, pulling Sa-young close. The chains and metal bars rattled as Sa-young's hands gripped them tightly. They couldn’t be removed.

A heavy feeling settled over Uijae’s heart. He felt powerless, as if there was nothing he could do. Stroking Sa-young’s hair as he started nibbling at his neck, Uijae closed his eyes.

What value do I have if I can’t even fight?@@novelbin@@

That thought crossed his mind unexpectedly.

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