Sly devil

Kon's life took a dramatic turn after that. Although Osy hadn't forced him, all he did was give Kon pleasure every night. And against all judgment, Kon found himself eagerly waiting for him.

He still hated the devil to his bones, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he gave him. Countless times, Kon had tried to pleasure himself, but it didn't seem to work.

It was as if his body had gotten used to Osy's hands, and only wanted them on him.

"It's time for dinner," Scorpion announced the moment he came into Kon's room.

Kon lay, sprawled on the bed after another unsuccessful masturbation. Before Osy, he hadn't thought of masturbating. But since that night, it was all he could think of. And what was worse, he always imagined the devil doing all those things to him.

"Kon?" Scorpion called out when he got no response from the snappy boy who seemed to know what to say all the time.

"What's it?" Kon snapped.

"It's time for dinner," Scorpion said in a neutral voice.

"I will be down in a few."

"My master is waiting for you. So, I will advise—"

"Keep your damned advice to yourself! I will be down there when I want to, and not because of your damned master!" He growled.

Scorpion clenched his fists to keep his anger in check. He was only putting up with the spoiled brat because of his master. Had that not been the case, he would have put a bullet into Kon's forehead right at the onset.

"I will tell him that." Scorpion clenched his teeth.

Kon didn't spare him a glance. He kept his focus on the ceiling.

Scorpion gently closed the door behind him and walked back to the dining room to inform Osy of Kon's response.

"Let me guess. He said he will come when he wants?" Osy asked before Scorpion could relay the message.

"Yes, sir. Those were his exact words."

"Hmm," he nodded. "Kon wants to play with fire, not knowing it will burn him."

"Master, do you have to waste your time with him? Other boys will—"

"Did I tell you I want other boys?" Osy snapped at him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I just…."

Osy rose from his chair. "I don't know what it is about him that makes me want to dominate him." He smirked. "I wish to feel him squirm under me."

Scorpion clenched his teeth. He didn't say a word, but it pissed him to see Osy acting this way.

Osy had always been fearless. He had never been one to act so lovesick over a boy who wasn't that beautiful.

The girls Osy had been with before were far prettier in the eyes than this Kon. But it seemed he was the only one who could make Osy act like a fool.

"Aren't you giving him too much privilege? He's making you soft and…"

The sound of a gunshot rang in the air, and Scorpion fell to the ground, clutching his leg with his hand.

"Do you call this soft?" Osy strode over to him. "I know what I'm doing, Scorpion. You don't have to act like my mother."

"I'm sorry, master." Scorpion clenched his teeth to stop the groan from escaping.

He had gotten used to Osy's short temper and his penchant for shooting at the slightest provocation.

What angered him more was the reason he was shot.

Kon.

Had that boy not shown up, he wouldn't have been shot.

"Get yourself treated. We will leave by eight." Osy turned his back to Scorpion. He walked back to his seat. "This will be the last time you speak of Kon."

"I apologise once more for my mistakes." Scorpion apologised. He rose from the ground and limped out of the dining hall, vowing to get back at Kon.

"Kon." Osy mused.

He knew Scorpion was right about the boy, but there was no way he could stop himself from acting a certain way.

Kon walked down and headed over to his seat without sparing a glance at Osy.

"Come over here," Osy commanded, trying to look a bit intimidating.

"Why would I do that?" He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at Osy.

"Come over here." He repeated. This time, he used enough force.

"Why—"

"Let's see. Your friend works at a bar uptown during the weekends. It will only take a man to take him down. What do you say?"

"Don't touch Lin!" Kon marched over to where Osy was. "I'm here. What do you want me to do?" He clenched his teeth.

"Why do you protect your friend so much?" He frowned.

"As you said, he's my friend." Kon arched a brow at him. "Why did you call me here?"

"Sit." Osy patted his thighs.

"What?"

"Sit."

"Not when there are chairs around. I'm not sitting on your damned thighs!" Kon folded his arms.

"Then, suit yourself. If you wish to eat, you have to sit on my lap."

"Really? Then, I'm not eating!"

Kon's stomach rumbled.

He had gone to class on an empty stomach and missed lunch because he was pissed with the devil.

"So?" Osy smirked.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

"It's only sitting on your thighs!"

Kon angrily sat on his thighs.

"Good boy." Osy touched his hair.

"Don't touch me!" Kon slapped his hand off his hair. "I want to eat." He took up the spoon in front of him.

He wriggled his butt to get comfortable.

"Don't," Osy said in a strained voice. He placed his hand on Kon's waist to keep him in place.

"Why?" Kon wriggled his arse once more, not aware of his actions. But that was until he felt something hard poking his arse.

"What—" He tried to rise, but Osy kept him in place.

"Where are you going?" Osy's hot breath was on Kon's partially exposed neck.

"Stop."

"Why? You spooked my little brother. You need to tame it." He whispered into Kon's ear, eliciting shivers from him.