The commotion, the protests—none of it would be fake. It would be real enough to convince everyone. Even if Theo or Sebas didn't entirely believe it, Damien was confident that the other three servants would back him up as witnesses.
This way, Leonide could leave his job without being officially dismissed and escape from a "perverted" master. A perfect plan.
Damien braced himself, still feeling guilty in his heart, and squeezed Leonide's groin, expecting resistance.
But instead of a soft touch, what he found was an unmistakably hard erection, firm enough to push back against his hand.
What? How did this happen? When?
No, Damien thought, this was unexpected but could still work to his advantage. In this state, surely Leonide would be even more embarrassed and cry out loudly...
Damien squeezed again.
Once more.
"...Ahn~♡," Leonide let out a sweet, breathy moan, his voice catching in his throat.
What... what was happening?
