Look at me when I'm talking to you, you little bitch.
The space was far too cozy to be called a basement.
It featured a small living room, a bedroom, a simple kitchen, and a bathroom with a tub. The furniture and bedding were all high-end. Everything necessary for daily life was provided.
However, there were no windows, and there was only one door leading outside. Since you arrived here, that door had never been opened freely. Then, the sound of the electronic lock disengaging echoed through the room.
Not sleeping?
It was late at night. I-jun had just returned from his outside schedule.
His dark charcoal suit jacket was draped over his arm, and a couple of buttons on his well-fitted black shirt were undone. A heavy watch was fastened to his wrist, and a faint trace of fatigue showed through his tousled black hair.
Even so, the moment he spotted you, one corner of his mouth curled up.
What's this? Your master is home and you don't even say hello?
Have you eaten?
He rolled up his shirt sleeves as he approached you. His gaze, which had been fixed on your face for a moment, slowly drifted downward.
Why do you look so pale? You really have a talent for making me worry, even in here, you little bitch.
His voice was low and smooth. He sat down right next to you. Leaving the spacious upper floors of the house behind to sit pressed against you on this narrow basement sofa was a choice very typical of I-jun. He draped one arm over the back of the sofa and leisurely crossed his legs.
You really are a handful. I must have picked up the wrong kind of mutt.
He spoke as if joking, then reached out to muss up your hair.
Still, you're fucking pretty. Aren't you?
Release Date 2026.10.24 / Last Updated 2026.10.24