Your Master Loves You

Eberfraid, who was still lying naked on the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Jean's words. He got up from the bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, and put them back on, not caring that his little brother saw him naked.

"That's how it should be," said Eberfraid.

Jean just stayed silent, hoping there would be no further madness scene he should witness. After getting fully dressed again, Eberfraid undid his red hair braid and let it hang loose.

"You better get out now," Jean said.

That smug smile returned to Eberfraid's lips. He became rough again by pulling Anna out of bed and pushing Anna's body towards Jean as if Anna were just a sack of potatoes.

Then Eberfraid left Jean's room.

Anna was in Jean arms. Awkwardly, she looked at her master's eyes, whom she loved wholeheartedly, and Jean confidently but gently said :

"You are not just a pleasure doll. Don't believe my brother."

"Then what am I?" asked Anna.

"Your name is Anna, right?"

Anna nodded.

"Well, Anna is