Part 2The cannon fodder young master was attacked by the sick and delicate male master

The System had gone mad.

The screen filled with static and its furious shouts, making my head spin.

[It has to be because you didn't follow the plot!]

[I told you to put your toes in his mouth! In his mouth! Why didn't you?] I blinked innocently. [He might get athlete's foot.]

The System was speechless. [He's going to tear you limb from limb soon, and you're worried about *his* athlete's foot?] I lazily rolled over, muttering, [Well, he hasn't torn me limb from limb *yet*, has he?]

That's right, the Young Master's attitude was always this chill. It's not like I haven't died before. In my original world, I was deader than dead.

The System's screen went black. After a long silence, it lectured me: [I have to go back to Headquarters to check if the program is glitching. Three days, tops. While I'm gone, you remember to humiliate him properly, stomp him under your foot like a dog, *destroy him*!]

[Did you hear me?]

I mumbled a half-hearted reply. [Yeah, yeah, got it.]

[Repeat it back.]

[Humiliate him! Destroy him! Demolish him... *completely*!]

[Repeat it a hundred times!] The System left, seemingly satisfied.

Waking up the next day, I fell into deep thought. Did the System tell me to *demolish him* last night? Did I get assigned a dominant role? In just three seconds, I convinced myself to accept this new task.

Ryder hated the Albright family so much. If I *also* dominated him, wouldn't his hatred value skyrocket? The System was a genius! But I didn't expect Julian to start his antics again as I swaggered downstairs, feeling proud.

He smiled brightly, respectfully handing me a cup of coffee. "Young Master, this is your favorite civet coffee. Please enjoy."

I stared at the unknown liquid, covered in white foam and emitting a faint, pine-like aroma, and fell silent.

Seriously, dude, whose coffee smells like laundry detergent? I waved my hand, declining. "No, we struggling folks only drink the dirt-cheap brew from a discount coffee shop."

Julian looked bewildered. Ryder seemed to let out a soft chuckle.

I instantly flared up. "What's so funny? Laugh again, and I, the Young Master, will *destroy* you!" With that, I suddenly raised my foot and aimed a kick at his stomach. But I put too much force into it, and my foot slipped down an inch.

Ryder let out a soft groan, then swiftly grabbed my ankle and pulled it forward. I tumbled right into his rock-solid chest, my foot wedged between his legs.

He gritted his teeth, lowering his gaze. "I'm yours, Young Master. You can do anything you want with me."

My defenses completely shattered. Seriously, dude, are you a masochist?