Did you grow up eating shit or piss?

  The overlord took me to the white villa again, and the decoration of the house was more luxurious than last time, but it was a bit dark and deep, like a haunted house in a movie. Living in such a place, he is not afraid of having nightmares at midnight.

  I followed behind the tyrant, my legs starting to tremble weakly. In my heart, I just hoped that he would do me like last time, anything but not some other perverted thing, if it was crippled, what would happen in the future?! I stole a glance at the tyrant, seeing his expression wasn't good, and became even more afraid, my teeth clenched tightly.

  That middle-aged woman didn't show up, and there was no one in the house. The tyrant didn't let me go check again, he walked towards the fully-stocked wine cabinet, took down a bottle of wine, poured himself a cup, and without even turning his head, pointed at the stairs and ordered me to get out and take a bath!

  That feeling is like he would insult his own eyes if he looked at me one more time. I kept cursing him in my heart, calling him a bastard and a pervert.

  But I'm not obediently going upstairs, what can I do? I don't have a particularly awesome dad, and I'm afraid of death. He just slaps me in the face, and I still have to smile and call him grandpa!

  I had just taken off my clothes when Ba Wang came in. The frosted glass was almost transparent, and I saw him sitting on the sofa drinking, wearing a deep blue shirt with two buttons undone, exuding an air of laziness that only a rich and powerful young master would have. To be honest, he didn't look bad, but I didn't have time to appreciate it, so I quickly turned on the shower and washed up hastily, thinking of getting out as soon as possible, not daring to keep Ba Wang waiting.

  I was about to turn off the shower when the glass door burst open with a loud crash. The tyrant stood in the doorway, leaning on one hand and staring straight at my body with an unflinching gaze that was too direct. I felt like I was being inspected like a piece of pork at the market - this part's leaner, that part's fatter. He pointed to the large bathtub that could fit three people and ordered in a domineering tone, "Fill it up!"

  My mind didn't turn around in time, I opened my mouth wide and let out an "ah?"

  He looked at me with a stupid expression and asked "What's wrong with your brain? Did you grow up eating shit or piss?"

  He's the master, after all! What can I say? I just quietly poured the bath water. I reached out to help him undress, and he didn't show any displeasure, so I continued with what I was doing.

  He lay in the bathtub with his eyes closed and didn't say a word. I had to take on the task of washing him, serving Master. He turned his back to me and asked me to wipe it for him. In fact, we southerners rarely wipe our backs, most of us just stand under the showerhead and rinse off.

  I didn't dare use too much force, afraid of hurting him, and suffering would definitely be myself. He suddenly turned around and scolded "Damn it, you can't even wipe your back, what can you do?"

  After he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled me into the bathtub with force. I, who hadn't prepared for anything, fell headfirst into the water, swallowing several mouthfuls of water, and even got some up my nose. I coughed several times before recovering. The tyrant grabbed my arm and ordered me to sit up in a domineering manner!

  This time I understood what he meant, our bodies were close together, and I felt his body react. In the past, Chen Sang would often play videos in the house to practice his skills, if it was a powerful move, it really looked like riding a horse.

  I looked at Ba Wang's expression, if I didn't let him have his way, he might really reach out and grab my neck, trying to strangle me to death. I had no great practical experience, plus I was intimidated by Ba Wang's identity, so I sat down tremblingly, trying several times before succeeding. My body had already broken out in a cold sweat, all slippery.