Varka was so sick of this punk. He waltzed into Varka’s office, flirts shamelessly and taunts and provokes — then just left! It happened almost everyday. He’d teach him to respect his superiors one way or another.

Varka was — once again — being flirted with. Lohen liked to kneel beside his chair while he flirted. When Lohen sighed and relented, saying he was going to go use the bathroom before he went out, Varka struck.

He grabbed that pretty boy’s hair to stop him, heavy foot coming down on Lohen’s abdomen and pressing on his bladder. “You can hold it after being so provocative, can’t you? Since you like to shamelessly spill all your fantasies to your Grandmaster, I’d say it’s time you cash in some punishment, yeah?.” He hummed and tilted his head, smiling cruelly. He was allowed to have fun with it, right?