Part 3The cannon fodder young master was attacked by the sick and delicate male master

In the bedroom, Ryder was stripped down to just his boxers, kneeling perfectly straight on the floor. His defined muscles looked even more *delicious*... I mean, *healthy*, in the warm glow of the lamp.

I gripped the thin whip tightly, circling him, trying to figure out what to do. Even though I was gay in my original world, I had no idea how to do *this*. Seeing me hesitate for a while, he suddenly reached out, took the other end of the whip, and pressed it against his chest. "Young Master, hit me here."

Huh??? He was so proactive, it completely caught me off guard. But I couldn't break character. I glared at him fiercely. "Who asked you to teach me, Young Master?"

The moment the words left my mouth, I snapped the whip down hard, the force rattling my hand.

Red welts instantly appeared on his tanned skin, and I could even smell a faint coppery scent of blood, but Ryder didn't even blink. After the first time, the second was much easier.

*Snap! Snap!* The sounds echoed relentlessly in the quiet bedroom.

By the end, I was exhausted, sprawled on the carpet, but Ryder still maintained his original pose. His dark eyes glittered with an unusual intensity, fixed on my face.

You could just tell his hatred was through the roof. Today's task of humiliating him was complete. All that was left was to *demolish him*.

But looking at his body covered in blood welts, I felt a pang of pity. I closed my eyes, waving him away. "Go back. That's enough for today."

Better to know when to stop. I didn't want to die before the System even returned.

In my drowsy state, a warm touch suddenly brushed the back of my neck. Annoyed, I swatted at it, but my hand was abruptly caught. I twisted my head and saw Ryder looking at me with eager eyes. "Young Master, you haven't finished with me yet." I: "..."