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I stood behind the curtain and heard the people in the room shout out stupid numbers to bid the highest on the girl who was just in front of me. I let out a sigh when I heard her go for 8 million.
" Seriously? Do you really think people are worth that much?" I thought to myself as she walked off the stage with her head down.
The dealers who traffic in both men and women always try to get their "pet" to get the highest bidder of that night. They try to get them in the millions, but it's rare for them to go over 10 million. Even though that girl went for 8 million, it's not enough to satisfy the greed of the people who sell humans like cattle.
"Next up, we have a fit young man with a strange appearance to himself." The auctioneer announces to the crowd before I was pushed out onto the stage and into a spotlight.
Even when I was told that I should smile and "show myself off", I glared out in the crowd of old perverted rich men and growled under my breath. I scanned the eyes before I was met with some golden orbs that seemed to stare straight at me. The man wore his dark crimson hair down and painted his lips with a shivering grin. There was a woman who sat on his lap but his eyes seemed entranced as they continued to stare at me. I felt myself shrink as I suddenly felt embarrassed. And this ridiculous thong wasn't making me feel any better.
"We'll start the bidding at,"
"100 million!" The man stood up from his seat and waved off the woman from him, standing in confidence with a smirk on his lips.
"Ah- um 100 million yen! We'll start at 100 million yen to this young man!"
I completely ignored the announcer as he attempts to continue the bid. Staring at the man in shock that he just bid over a fucking limb, I stood in a complete daze before the sound of the gavel brought me back to reality and find out that no one tried to outbid this guy. As I walked out of the spotlight, I take one last look at the man and find him continuing to smirk before winking at me causing me to blush and turn away in embarrassment.
"Great job! I knew you could make a profit!" My dealer walks over to me with a grin on his lips, only happy that I just made him a shit ton of money.
Leading me to a room, he tells me that this was where that guy was going to pick me up after he paid the bid amount. I sat on the sofa that was in the room and kept quiet, trying to get the guy to leave already.
"I really am going to miss you. We had a great time together." He comments as he glides his thumb over my bottom lip with his eyes examining my face with lust. "If only we had more time to do it once more,"
I grew annoyed at him and leaned in and bit his hand that was touching me. I felt my teeth break his skin and some blood stick to my lips. Letting go of the hand, his other quickly punches the side of my face and I fell to the ground with a painful groan.
"You're a fucking dog." The dealer spits on my face before finally leaving the room, hopefully never to be seen again.
Sitting up, I sat on my knees and took in the pain from the punch. It hurt like hell but I knew that physical pain only lasted for so long. I felt my body began to tremble as the reality of me being sold like livestock finally sunk in and I was bought by some rich guy who is probably going to make me lick the floors clean with my tongue and wear revealing maid suits for his fantasies.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thought of all the things that could go wrong living with this guy before a jacket was draped over me. Looking up, the man who bought me stood in front of me with a blank expression; unlike before with his cocky smirk. He nods towards the door in silence before walking over. Covering myself with his jacket, I took in the smell of his cologne as I followed and suddenly felt relaxed as it seemed to soothe me. It was a nice smell.
The car ride was silent aside for some music playing in the background. I was at least expecting a fancy car like a Lamborghini but when I got outside, I was greeted with a large Hummer limousine. It was a strong matte black color with spinner tires that seemed to have been plasti-dipped with neochrome.
I don't know what I expected from this guy. He's very different from all the other people who I met in this line of work; not that I met many, but I at least expected some kind of communication. He hasn't said anything to me and didn't even ask for the jacket back.
Looking up from my lap, I look out the dark tinted windows and saw the city lights fly past as we drove down the highway to wherever we were going. From the corner of my eye, I find a little mini bar in the limo with some assorted wine, beer, and hard liquor. Some sake sounds good at the moment.
"You want anything?" A voice brought me back into reality and I looked over to find the man staring at me with his little smirk again. "You can have anything you want, you just have to ask."
"You have any sake?" I ask him before he made his way to the minibar and took out two sake cups and a tokkuri.
Handing me one of the cups, he pours me half a cup but himself a full cup before he downs it all at once; refilling his cup like it was originally empty.
"I fucking hate that place." I hear him mutter under his breath, making me look at him in curiosity.
"Hm?"
"You heard me. I hate it." He repeats before downing his second cup. "It's full of pedophiles, rapists, and sadists. They all have money to spend so they spend it on humans to be at their disposal."
"Than why did you go and bid today?" I ask him, glancing at him curiously as I sipped the expensive sake.
"I didn't think I was going to bid tonight. But then someone had to tempt me," He looks at me with those lustful eyes again with that smirk, causing me to blush and look away from him.
My face was pulled back and I find myself facing the man mere inches from my face. He stared at me for a moment before leaning in and locking our lips together, the taste of sake on his tongue as he deepened our kiss.
"You're stiff." He bluntly states before leaning back into his seat and downing another cup of sake.
I stared at him in surprise. He knew just by kissing me what I was feeling. And he wasn't wrong. Since I have been with that dealer, I found that sex was meaningless, just used to get what you want. My dealer was always bored with the females he had so one day he experimented on me and hasn't done it with anyone else. It didn't make me feel special. I hated it. It was disgusting to have to do that man every night.
"So how long have you been a pet?" The man asks, giving me a subtle look of curiosity.
"4 months."
Only 4 months? It feels like it has been years. But I was only trafficked this spring. From what I can tell, it's the end of summer.
"Must have been shit being someone's sex toy for that long."
"Isn't that why you bid on me?" The man looks at me in curiosity. "You bought me to be your sex slave."
He sat quietly for a moment before letting out a little laugh. And it wasn't a type of mocking laugh that I often heard from the dealer, it was sincere. Like I said something funny.
"I didn't specifically bid on you to be my sex slave. I bid on you cause you seemed to be a loyal guy. I just want to make friends."
I stared back at him in shock. Friends?
We finally made it to the man's mansion, and it really wasn't what I expected. It was common to live in a more traditional home when you were rich but this guy went for the more modern Western look. His house wasn't huge but it was a very respectable size, painted black to match the night sky. Some of the lights were dimly lit in the house already but it seemed completely empty.
Waving off his chauffeur, I follow the man into his home and let out a sigh in awe of the place. It was a very minimalistic style with black and silver painted walls, dark hardwood flooring, modern minimalistic lights from the ceiling, and that faint smell of his cologne all over the place.
"You want a late-night dinner or an early morning breakfast?" He asks me as he kicks off his shoes at the door.
I was about to do the same when I noticed that I haven't been wearing shoes this entire time, making me blush slightly in embarrassment.
"I'm not hungry right now." He nods and starts making his way up the stairway.
"Then let's get you in the shower and get some sleep." Following him up the stairs, we walk down a hallway and walk through a door that opened up to a large master bedroom that overviewed the city.
I stared out into the night through the large wall windows and felt somewhat free. When I was trafficked, I stayed in a cell-like room without any windows. I think it was underground but I wasn't sure since I never saw the way we got there.
"I'll take that." The man pulls off the jacket that I was still wearing, walking over and sliding the decreet wall that leads to the closet and hanging it up with his other slick looking jackets. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"To take a bath, duh."
I felt myself freeze at his answer. He wasn't serious, right?
I watched him take off his shirt and throwing it in a basket, looking back at me with a confused expression.
"You okay?"
"I was hoping to take a bath myself," I voice quietly.
"I just want to get to know you better. I promise not to do anything to you." I glance up and find a small smile on his lips as he gave me an earnest expression.
I nod.
Following him into the bathroom, I was surprised to find that the bathtub didn't look like a tub. It looked like a huge jacuzzi in the ground covered in black marble tile. The shower next to it had only one wall and it was a full-length glass wall that seem to barely blur the figure on the other side.
"You have a thing with the color black," I observed as I passed the black marble sink with a lit-up mirror.
I get a look at myself and find that the guy's punch started to leave a bruise. Not once was I hit aside for sexually when I was in possession of this guy. But I guess since I wasn't his property anymore, he decided to take advantage of it and hit me for good.
"Does it sting?" The man suddenly appeared next to me and ran his thumb over it. Flinching as he added a little pressure, I look away from him and bite my lip. "I have some ointment that could help ease some of the pain. I'll give you some after we take the bath."
Flipping one of the buttons that were next to the lightswitch, I hear the jacuzzi began to whirl and the lights fading to red. The man strips from his remaining clothing and I couldn't help but stare at his toned body. He has beautiful tanned skin tone and the perfect muscular density that made him seem badass but not too much of a hunk.
"Don't just stand there. Take that ridiculous thong off and join me." I blushed when I remembered that I was still wearing this thing.
When I wasn't paying attention, it didn't bother me. But knowing it's there made my ass feel uncomfortable and my dick was about to spill out of the front.
Taking the thong off, I throw it in the wastebasket and prayed that it gets burned in a furnace. Walking up to the giant tub, I find the man looking away from me with his eyes closed like he was thinking about something but it did make me a little more comfortable about getting in completely naked without some eyes staring. Sinking into the water, I shivered in pleasure as the heat suddenly comforted me. It really has been a while since I have last taken a nice bath. I was usually drenched with a hose once in a while to keep me somewhat clean but it didn't make me feel any cleaner.
"Oh yeah," I look over at the man when he finally spoke and find him staring up at the ceiling. "I never got your name."
I nod, also recalling that we still don't know each other's names.
"I'm Kotaro," I tell him, making him look down at me and smile slightly.
"Goemon Ishikawa. Yakuza Lender and Trades." I felt myself go pale as he announces his title.
The Yakuza?!
I was bought by someone who works in the mob!
"Don't look so fearful. I'm not going to do anything to you. And besides, I bought you with my own money." He gives me a little smirk, but that seriously didn't make me feel any better.
Pursing my lips, I look away from him and sink lower into the water, really wishing I could disappear and go back to living a normal life before being trafficked and bought. Looking over at the quiet redhead, I notice a strange scar on the right side of his chest. It was a strange place to put it but it was an 'x' that was very noticeable and seemed like a very clean cut.
"What's that?" I ask Goemon, pointing at the scar on his chest.
"It's to mark where my heart is." He frankly states, but it only confused me.
"Um, Goemon, your heart is on the left side of your body."
Goemon glares at me, making me shrink back and lower my head.
"I have dextrocardia. Meaning I was born with a flipped heart." I nod my head in understanding. I didn't something like that could happen.
"Did someone in the mob do it to you?"
Goemon shook his head. "My uncle doesn't like me very much."
I stare at him with a poker face.
"I feel like that's an understatement," I reply.
He let out a small chuckle. "It kind of is. My uncle was always on my dad's side when it came to anything. Even when he decided to sell me at the auction."
My heart suddenly strains when I hear him. I wouldn't have thought that he was also trafficked but by his own family?
"Someone from the mob bought me and instead of making me a young member, they handed me over to the leader's wife, who raised me from then on. I was a teenager in high school when someone stabbed me where my heart was supposed to be. He knew I was with the gang, but we never knew his intentions when it came to his attack. They took me to the hospital and the doctors found out that I had a flipped heart. It wasn't long until my uncle found out about me and attempted to kill me himself. He was able to create the scar before stopped by some of my guys and fixed up."
"Why did he hate you so much?" Goemon and I stare at each other for a moment before he looks away and shrugs his shoulders.
"Who knows." It stood silent between us before I hear Goemon reach for the shampoo. "Come here."
Scooting over to him, he lathers my hair and massages my scalp with the strong-smelling shampoo before instructing me to dip my head in the water and wash out the soap. He does the same with himself before asking if I used conditioner for my hair. I nodded my head as he squeezes a little bit of conditioner in his hands and runs them through my hair. It was a nice feeling when he did that. My eyes fluttered closed and I let out a soft moan in pleasure. As soon as it came out, I covered my mouth in shock and look back to find Goemon staring at me with a smirk.
"I didn't know you can make that sound. It's really nice." Leaning in, his lips graze my hand and stared into me deeply as I blushed red.
I didn't know I can make that sound either.
"You're making it harder for me to hold back, Kotaro."
"You promised that you wouldn't do anything," I recall, glaring at him slightly.
"Oh no, I'm keeping that promise. You're the one that is going to do something to me." I look at him in confusion before he sits up on the edge of the jacuzzi and held his hard dick in his hand.
I knew what he wanted when I saw him sit in that position. I have given too many blowjobs just this last year to be able to count; I'll just add Goemon to my list.
Leaning in, I get a firm grip of his dick and ogled at its size. I didn't have a gag reflex after so many deepthroating sessions but I was definitely going to choke if he decides to push the entire thing in. Beginning with the head, I swirled my tongue around and made my way down his shaft to his balls. Stroking his dick as I continued to lick it, I watch Goemon slowly go from confident and cocky to a moaning mess and defenseless. Feeling confident in my skills, I slide his dick into my mouth and glide my bottom teeth gently against his skin, watching the redhead throw his head back and moan out in pleasure. A trick learned from one of the girls that were also trafficked around the same time as me, and the trick works 100% of the time.
"Fuck! Kotaro, what did you do?" His face was flushed red as he seemed flustered about being sensitive.
"Just relax." I took him in all the way and bobbed my head as he continued to moan out. His hand ran through my hair, grabbing it and tangling it through his fingers. I looked up at him and found that he was beginning to cry pleasure tears and drool slightly from his lips moaning out so much.
It was different looking at him in this state. He was usually very composed and held either a blank expression or a smirk, but this was something new that I seemed to like.
"Kotaro! I'm gonna…" He pushed my head down his dick and held me still as I felt his cum fill my mouth.
Pulling back, I felt some of his semen overflow and drip out of my mouth. Using my fingers, I run them down my tongue and pull out Goemon's semen, showing it off in front of him as I lick it up again.
"What the fuck was that?" Goemon asked as he tries to catch his breath.
"I just gave you a blowjob." I frankly state as he stared at me with lustful eyes.
It's been a week since and he has yet to touch me in any way.
Goemon had given me a spare bedroom across from his and allowed me to borrow any of his clothing to wear since we were about the same built. Most of the time, I was home by myself while Goemon had work in the city. I guess that's what it's like when you work in the mod.
Goemon wasn't a scary guy. His usual composure was a relaxed body position with a cocky smirk and narrow eyes. I also learned that his name in the mob was Fire Dragon due to his fiery personality and his favorite torture technique: the Fire Breath. But to think that he was a sex-craved pervert was one of my first faults about him. He seems to be very protective of his opinion and beliefs to the point where he could kill the person who was in the wrong with him. While he kept his composure most of the time, he had his moments when he would get into an argument with someone over the phone and break things in front of him. But after he hung up, he would become dizzy and lightheaded, almost passing out on the spot. It was probably connected to the fact that his heart was different.
Being a lender and trader in the mob, he was always meeting with clients from large companies and businesses and other people from other gangs, trading goods, and drugs and lending out money; tying them to a debt owed to him until paid off or killed.
I could only stare out the window, watching Goemon as he swam laps in the pool below my room. I have to be honest, he was hot. Since that blowjob last week, I couldn't stop thinking about him. His voice, his taste, his look of vulnerability. I didn't know if he topped or bottomed, but I knew that if we were ever going to do it I wanted to be top.
Goemon gets out of the pool and picks up his phone, nodding and smiling at the other person on the phone. It could have been a friend or a member, but no way was it someone to sleep with.
" Wait, what am I saying?!"
I dropped my head in my hands and groan out in annoyance. I think I was growing possessive over my owner that it was making me think and say things I wouldn't normally say.
I heard a knock at my door and look down at the pool area to find it empty. Walking up, I opened the door and find Goemon standing in the hall with his smirk and a towel around his shoulders.
"I have a favor to ask of you."
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself in disgust. Goemon had me wear black underwear with a stupid buttplug dog tail, some dog ears, and half finger gloves that had paw prints on them. Apparently some of his friends were coming over and he wanted to show off his new "dog", so there is the reason I was in this ridiculous costume.
"I knew he was going to pull this out of his hat someday," I say under my breath.
Goemon walks into my room and pauses, scanning my body up and down before giving me a hardcore smirk.
"Don't look at me like that," I mutter.
"Why is my puppy so angry? You look adorable." I blushed at his comment but still glared at him in annoyance.
Goemon wore his "casual" attire, a black and red button-up with two buttons undone at the top, his nice black tailored pants, and hair done down messy. He liked to look good more than being dress down. Whether it be in a suit or naked.
"Just one last thing to finish the look." He says before pulling out a leather dog collar from behind him and swiftly puts it on around my neck.
"What?!" I feel around the collar and find that he latched it with a lock and made it impossible to open without a key.
"Now now, I don't want my new puppy getting loose and running off." I look back and find him smirking again with the key in his grip. I jump to get it but Goemon holds it out of my reach. He was an inch taller than me making it really annoying when he teases me. "Aha ah! You're not taking this thing off until the end of the night."
"You serious?!" I glare at him, getting really annoyed with his cocky expression.
"I'm your owner. I can do as I like." He licks my neck and kisses my jawline before I backed away from him, looking away with a blush.
The fact that he was my owner slipped my mind. I keep thinking of us as housemates, but I knew it wouldn't be like that unless I bought myself from him.
He clips a leash to the collar and pulls me into him.
"Be a good dog and do as I say." I nod at his words, feeling flustered as he pulls me out of the privacy of my room and into the hallway where I began to shudder at the thought of anyone else looking at me in this state.
Before we made it to his living room, Goemon instructs me to go down on all fours and crawl on the floor like a dog. I did as he said and we both enter the room. I find only three men in the room. Two playing a game of pool and one other sitting on an armchair with some sake in his hands. Goemon greets his friends, making them look over at him before following the lead down to me.
"Nice dog, Goemon." The one in violet comments before ignoring me and going back to the game.
"He's actually cute!" I blush at the man's words but look up to find Goemon angrily glaring at him. I became surprised that he doesn't say anything back to the man, he just stood there with an upset glare before turning away and sitting next to the man with the sake and letting out a sigh.
"Before any of us forget, we have some things we all need to discuss." The man explains, sipping on the sake he poured in his cup.
"And what's that, Saizo?"
As Goemon went to grab a cup of whiskey, I quickly sat between his legs and faced away from him, watching the two other men continue to play pool and bicker at each other back and forth. I watched in silence before I felt Goemon beginning to play with my hair. I look up and find him in deep conversation with Saizo but his hand was doing its own thing and played with my hair that way you would with your dog's fur. I was surprised but not bothered as it soothes me from my embarrassment.
I didn't pay much attention to what they were talking about. I did pick up on a few things such as the man with violet hair is named Munenori and he is the heir of a wealthy family in Japan; also the leader of his own mafia group. The man playing pool with him is named Musashi, also known as the Rogue as he doesn't associate himself with any groups or gangs but will dispose of runaways or snitches. And Saizo is Goemon's right-hand man who helps him with his work and is known for being a master in disguise.
"Now that we got that out of the way, tell us about your new dog." I shuddered at Saizo's cold words.
"Kotaro was auctioned off at a black market traffic auction that I attend. I just had to buy him, no matter what." Goemon explains as he turns me to face him, looking up to find that he was looking at me with those lustful eyes again.
"You've been going there for 7 years and just now bought someone from there?" Munenori asks with a scoff.
"No one interested me until Kotaro." He replies, glancing up at him with a smirk. "And besides, there are so many things I wanted to do with him that I couldn't possibly do with anyone else. He really is a loyal dog." I grew irritated with him the more he said of that statement that I bit his hand that held my face.
I was vexed enough that I felt my teeth break skin the second time and tasted some of his blood. Letting go, I felt the atmosphere in the room stiffen as all eyes were now in my direction. I look up at Goemon and find that he didn't flinch when I bit him, he just sat there with a blank expression staring at the bite.
"I don't think your little puppy has any manners." I was pulled back by my leash and fall on my back, looking up at Munenori and finding him staring at me with a horrific glare.
"That's alright, I'll teach him a lesson." Glancing back at Goemon, I let out a gasp when I see him lick his bloodied hand with a different kind of smirk. Scarier than what I have ever seen.
He excused himself and pulled me through the house until he got me in his room and tossed me onto his bed. He doesn't immediately punish me as he walks over to a dresser and pulls out what looked to be a muzzle. Walking back over to me, Goemon straddles me on the bed and pulls my leash, pulling me into his face.
"Who knew such a loyal pet was also a bad dog." I looked up at him with some fear as he puts the dog muzzle on my face and fastens it tightly. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
Goemon glides his warm hands down my body before making it to the edge of my underwear. Slipping them off, I watch my dick stand up straight as the stupid thing already grew hard from being forced around by Goemon. The redhead smiles and begins giving me a handjob while pulling out his own dick and rubbing them together. I let out a moan as he rubs them tightly together, spitting his saliva to lubricate them and make them rub smoothly.
The stupid muzzle didn't let me open my mouth very much so my moans sounded like little hums as I felt myself get closer to my climax. I clearly wasn't a virgin to sex, but ever since I had become Goemon's property, I had less stamina to my masturbation sessions and would easily cum to his image. It was embarrassing.
"Goemon…" I moan out his name, feeling myself began to throb from the frottaging.
"Don't tell me you're already going to come? I thought you had more in you." Goemon slides his hand between my thighs, pulling the tail from my ass and stuck an entire finger in, making a quick shock of pain run through my body and causing me to scream out in pain.
My arms lost their strength and I fell back into his bed. He continues to twirl his finger in my ass and rub our dicks. But the moment he put in a second finger, I let out a painful moan and came all over Goemon's dick and my stomach.
"Shit Kotaro, you really came a lot," Goemon states, licking the semen off of his fingers.
"Shut up." I glare at him before I realize that he was moving his dick towards my asshole, moving my leg over his shoulder and pulling my hips towards him. "Wait, Goemon," I barely get his name out before he stuck his entire dick into me, making me let out another scream and clench the bed sheets in pain.
"Were you saying something?" Goemon leans down into me, kissing and licking my nipples to add on more stimulation.
"That… hurts…" I felt tears streaming down my face and stinging my eyes. His dick felt like it was going to break my ass hole.
"As I said, this is your lesson." He thrust into me again and bit down on my neck, making me cry out in pain but also in pleasure.
It hurt so much that it was starting to feel good. I was no masochist but I wanted him to hurt me even more.
"Goemon… please…"
"Please what?" I could hear it in his voice, he knew I wanted him to bite me more.
"Please... bite me more…" I heard him smirk before he flips me over and throws me on all fours, staying connected to me as he did so.
Thrusting into me, I felt his dick hit me in a certain spot that I didn't know I had and felt myself come a second time. My body grew weak and I couldn't hold myself up until Goemon grabbed hold of my leash and pulled my body up. As he continued to fuck me from behind, he ran his mouth down my back and bit me as hard as he could; probably also drawing blood a few times.
The feeling of his bites and his hard fucking made my mind blank as I was a moaning mess and drooling like a dog. I felt sweaty as our bodies clashed with each other and the numbness of pain took over my backside. I have never felt so painfully good in my life.
"Fuck. I'm close." I hear Goemon state, pushing my face into the bed and fucking me into the bed.
"Goemon! I'm gonna come again!" I shout at him, feeling my dick throb painfully as it tried to push out any more semen that I had left in my system.
"Hey, maybe if we're lucky, we could synchronize." Goemon lets out a small laugh before I heard him grunt painfully.
His dick suddenly got bigger in me and I felt it throb as he was reaching his peak. And it wasn't too long until both of us shouted each other's names and came together. My body twitched as I was finally at my limit with sex and I fall over onto the bed with Goemon's cum spilling out from behind me.
"I have to go back to our guests. When you're ready to take a shower, the key is on the dresser." Goemon tells me before cleaning the cum from his dick and fixing himself up, leaving me alone in his room.
I let out a scoff as I felt the twitching in my body continue.
"I'm so fucking pathetic."
I sat in the kitchen the next morning with a bowl of cereal in front of me. My entire back was sore and the bites on my back made it somewhat painful to move or stretch my body.
I was in my own world reading a book when a sudden voice broke my train of thought and brought me back into reality.
"How the last night's lesson?" I jump at the voice and turn around to find Musashi and Munenori standing behind me.
"What?" I ask.
"Well, you didn't come back down last night so we were wondering if the dragon's little puppy was okay," Musashi explains as he ruffles my hair like a dog's fur.
But I could only let out a blush and turn away from the two as I remembered last night all too well.
"It was probably a good lesson from those bite marks on your back." Munenori points out, making me turn towards them and hiding my back from them. "I don't care to see them. Is Goemon around?"
"Uh, yeah, he should be coming down soon," I explain, looking over at where the stairway was.
"In the meantime, why don't you keep us company and let us get to know you a little more." Musashi leans in close and wraps his large arm around me, holding my face inches from his.
"Um,"
"This is the only time I would let you bite anyone." I was suddenly pulled by someone else and embraced tightly against their naked chest. Looking back, I find Goemon glaring at Musashi with a hard look of discontent; growling at him and keeping me protected. "Don't touch what belongs to me, Musashi, or you're going to be the next one to feel the breath of a dragon."
Musashi let out a chuckle at his threat before Munenori hit him on the back of the head with his sheathed sword, telling him to knock it off and also taking Goemon's side.
Feeling his warm embrace somehow made me feel good. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that I was getting butterflies in my stomach. He wanted to protect me. Even if it was because I was his property, it still felt good to be wanted and protected.