I was imprisoned by The Pe*vert.

Every day, in this enormous house, he would cling to me, hugging and holding me, demanding kisses at random times, and even begging me to sleep with him.

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Such a depraved life lasted for a full six months.

One day, six months later, there was a torrential rain in Sui City.

The Pe*vert came back from outside, drenched from head to toe, looking lost and desolate as he pulled me into his arms.

He kissed the top of my head, unlocked the shackles that had bound me, and suddenly apologized in a low voice: “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept you by my side.”

“I’m letting you go.”

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I glanced at him,

calmly put down the “Psychology of Love” I was reading.

“Here’s the thing,” I said to The Pe*vert:

“I think your place provides food and shelter, the work is simple, and the income is stable.”

“I’m interested in developing a long-term, stable cooperative relationship with you.”

“Please don’t let me go.”

The Pe*vert: ??