I don’t know exactly what love is.

But I do know that Park Kyungtae belongs to me.

His body, his heart, even the tender emotions he feels toward me—they all exist for me and me alone.

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"I, I'm yours, Chaeri. I'm yours alone."

Ah. I let out an admiring sigh inwardly.

This was it.

The perfect language of submission.

This attitude—asking the master to affirm the worth of their possession.

Only then did I feel satisfied enough to show him mercy.

I lifted his bowed head and met those eyes, soaked and disheveled.

Then, like rewarding a good puppy who had waited all day patiently,

I devoured his lips—deeply, thoroughly.