Part 1The cannon fodder young master was attacked by the sick and delicate male master

When I transmigrated into this cannon fodder side character, I was pressing my cream-covered foot against the male lead's chest, humiliating him. "Lick it clean. Swallow."

The male lead, Ryder, gripped my ankle with stubborn, hidden resentment. "Yes, Young Master."

Later, I faked my death to escape the plot, surrounded by handsome men, when Ryder suddenly appeared and locked me in a pitch-black basement.

He tugged on a silver chain, grinning like a mad dog. "Young Master, lick it clean. Swallow."

I transmigrated into a novel, becoming the expendable Young Master in a dark romance revenge saga set within a powerful, wealthy family. My only purpose was to humiliate the male lead, provoke him endlessly, pile on the hatred, and eventually, end up in an urn. This moment right now? It's one of the story's peak scenes.

I was stomping on Ryder's rock-solid chest, forcing him to lick the cream that Julian had splattered on my foot. Ryder, the powerful and dominant one, and Julian, the delicate, clumsy submissive, were childhood friends who grew up together in the same orphanage.

Years ago, my villainous father, Mr. Albright, orchestrated a scheme to frame Ryder's father, Mr. Kincaid, and their entire family, leading to their ruin.

Ryder and Julian supported each other, enduring for years. Ryder got a job as my family's chef, while Julian became our bodyguard. Their goal? To infiltrate and take revenge on my father. But Julian wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed; he constantly cooked up petty schemes, claiming they were to 'get even' for Ryder. He was never subtle enough, though, always dragging Ryder into cleaning up his messes.

Undoubtedly the clueless one. Just moments ago, he'd feigned a stumble, intending to smear cake on my face. But his distance judgment was off, and it ended up on my foot instead.

Ryder interceded for him. Fine, I'd make *him* lick it clean. From my perspective, this was pretty much a thrill ride.

Ryder's body was tense, his grip firm on my pale ankle. His eyes, fixed on me, were chilling. I wanted to yank my foot back, but with a slight pull, he tugged it forward again.

The System's voice buzzed in my ear: [This is it! Quick, shove your toes in his mouth!] Ugh. Talk about gross, Young Master. Even as I mentally gagged, Ryder lowered his head. A warm, tingling sensation instantly sent shivers through me.

His crimson tongue slowly, meticulously lapped up the white cream from my instep, his Adam's apple subtly bobbing.

Holy cow! Why did that feel... kinda good? Just as he was about to reach my toes, I kicked him hard, sending him sprawling. "Stupid dog! You hurt me!" My soft, weak voice had a slight crack, completely devoid of any real menace.

He looked up at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, practically screaming, "That's it?" My own cowardice made my face flush. I blurted out, "You're grounded from dinner tonight!" and scurried upstairs.

I buried my head under the covers, clutching my face, gasping for air. The System's voice was dripping with sarcasm: [Pathetic. This is just the beginning.]

A lump formed in my throat. I rasped, [What's the hatred value?] The System fell silent. I said ominously, [Don't tell me it's already high enough to get me killed.] The System let out a piercing shriek! [AAAH! WHY IS IT -10?!]