"My lady," a moan cried, the light blue-haired boy whined, thrusting into the girl with reckless abandon.

The (h/c) haired girl lowered her eyes with emptiness as the male gripped onto her hands. He gave a somber look, gently caressing her hand and squeezing tightly to comfort her. What they were doing was not for pleasure nor was it for love - though he wouldn't have refused if she wanted to do it for the latter. It was done to keep her sane. Her poor tormented mind couldn't take not being wanted, and she mistakenly believed the only way to prove she was wanted was for someone to engage in the intimate act with her.

It made him feel great guilt because he truly enjoyed the intense pressure on his member. Groaning, he tried to hold his pleasure in, only for his mistress to caress his lips, his moans shaking out of his throat. He didn't want to be the only one experiencing the pleasure, but she needed him to do that, and he couldn't just talk her out of it. It was too ingrained into her mind for him to change it alone, so the only thing he could do for her was prolonging her suffering so something worse didn't attack her.

"Can you...finish?" she quivered, fearing he was unable to because she wasn't stimulating enough.

"That's not it, my lady! I-I-I've been waiting for - Ah! - p-permission! May I...p-please have it?"

The girl nodded emotionlessly, peering down at where their bodies connected, making the male gasp in pleasure. His member twitched at the thought of his lady gazing at their joint forms, a low grumble erupting from his throat. He then allowed his seed to be shot from his length, another animalistic growl coming from him. Taking heavy breaths, he collapsed by her side and snuggled into her, removing the condom from his manhood and tossing it in the trash.

"My lady, are you alright now?" he asked worriedly, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger with fascination, "Or would you like me to bring in Aki for you?"

"No."

The (h/c) haired girl stood up from the bed, the sound of her footsteps leading the male to believe that she was redressing herself. A feeling of loneliness flooded over the male, his heart dropping. Even if he was satisfied, she never was. He remained naked on the bed as she exited the room, tears flooding down his cheeks. As the door closed behind her, he rolled over and clutched the sheets to his heart, curling up as he attempted to take in the scent of his beloved lady. He didn't even react when the ravenette entered the room with the maids behind him.

"Get up, Toku," he snapped, kicking the male off of the bed, only to growl when the bluenette clutched the sheets to himself, "I need to have the room cleaned."

"Then do so. I'm not stopping you."

"Give me the sheets then, idiot."

The raven-haired male held out his hand expectantly, demanding the blue-haired male give him the (Y/n)-scented material. However, he soon recoiled it with a guilty look before it hardened again. Doing such motions wouldn't have elicited a response. Rather, he would only be given a blank stare, one with grey eyes that didn't move. After all, Tokugawa was blind. That was what made him a pain to deal with, especially since he could deny any accountability. But he was just as sny as everyone else under that roof.

"She cried again today," the bluenette sighed, hugging the sheets tighter, "What happened?"

"She doesn't want you to know."

"I'm not going to fall apart because of that. I'm upset...Doesn't she trust me enough to tell me? I've been here for so long..."

"You don't compare to Aki and I. We'll handle it. You don't need to worry. Just...enjoy."

Tokugawa grimaced at the sound of that. He never wanted to use the (h/c) haired girl to relieve his own sensual desires. He just wanted to give her affection and serve her with all of his heart. Maybe it was wishful thinking that he could be the one to finally fill her heart, but he was obsessed with gaining that. Couldn't he be the prince charming to the beautiful broken princess? He sighed, offering up the sheets to feel them suddenly taken from him.

"If you want to cheer her up, Kuro's been swarming around her all day. Go and tutor him."

"I...don't see why...not..."

. . .

The moment that Isobe had set foot in the manor, he knew its atmosphere was strange. The supposed slaves were happy, even pleased to serve the lady that resided there, especially the select four he had constantly run into. They were special, the (h/c) haired girl giving them treatment that mirrored such a thing. Aki, Fuji, Tokugawa, and Kuro. They all had important roles in the manor, but the most prominent was being her bed buddies, aside from Kuro, who was simply a ward under her care.

Aki took after the financial state of the estate by ensuring the budget could handle anything and that there was financial stability. He also ordered things that the mistress needed or what he expected she would want, sometimes acting as the legal caretaker of the (h/c) haired girl. Fuji acted as the main butler, catering to (Y/n) by bringing her meals, ensuring her spaces were clean, etc. He also took responsibility over staff. Tokugawa acted as a teacher to both the younger girl and Kuro, but most of the time, he waited around for the mistress to ask something of him such as escorting her out or around the area. And Kuro just studied and practiced his medical craft, occasionally playing in the backyard.

The one thing that tied all of them together was their protectiveness of their master. Three of the four were head over heels in love with her, the other viewing her as either a mother figure or older sister - Isobe couldn't tell. What he could tell, however, is that he couldn't even get close to her even if he wanted to. The original of the four, Aki, glared at him and warned him against getting near the girl, and the other two weren't far off from that albeit they were a little more aggressive. Even the small Kuro portrayed noticeable jealousy towards his mistress. Isobe was even in the process of being scolded by the ginger.

"Make yourself useful," the boy scoffed, turning up his nose, "Even Teacher Toku is doing everything he can! Do you even know how to do anything besides eat and sleep?"

The chestnut-haired male looked down at the furious child, trying to ignore him, but he wasn't given the luxury. The child continued to follow him around to nag him time and time again. He wasn't satisfied as long as he was in the manor doing nothing. In the kids' eyes, it was probably a lot like thievery or a suspicious old man staying in his house. So his shouting only got louder and louder as they moved around the area.

"Ugly! If you're gonna go outside, just go into the forest and never come back!"

"Kuro," a bluenette called quietly, arriving on the scene - a bit disoriented - to hear the boy harassing the newbie.

The ginger tensed at the sound of his teacher approaching. He gave a guilty look and looked down before suddenly sneering back at the intruder. The boy then made his way quickly to the bluenette, practically skipping on the way. He then gripped tightly onto the male's hands, looking up at him like a puppy happy to see its mother. Isobe wondered why it was that he possessed such a strong kinship towards the bluenette despite his thoughts on (Y/n) as clearly superior.

"I told you to leave him alone," the male spoke lowly, but not in a way that was aggressive or warning, just guiding, "My lady will be hurt if you keep harassing him. It would be good to apologize and be mature."

"Sorry Teacher Toku...that was wrong of me."

"Apologize to him, Kuro."

"Ugh," the boy scoffed, faking gagging, "I'm sorry."

With that short apology, the boy buried himself in the male's stomach, snuggling him with adoration. He received a pat on the head, the small boy blushing bright and leaning into his touch. His admiration for the young man was very prominent, but the bluenette petting him was not as pleased as he was nor did he seem to be so attached. Rather, he gave a distant gaze ahead though Isobe wasn't so certain he was looking at anything.

"Where's Miss?" the ginger questioned, rocking back and forth on his heels, "I wanted to show her what I came up with."

"She's...not in a great mood right now. Aki's dealing with it, but don't go near her for the time being."

"But - "

"I said no, Kuro!" Tokugawa raged, squeezing the boy's hand so tightly it began to cut off circulation, "She didn't want me! What makes you think she wants a bratty kid who can't follow instructions?!"

The bluenette began to cry with anger, his feelings for his lady harming him. He couldn't understand why he wasn't enough. He swore if he gave it his all, she would have finally come to realize her love for him, but she didn't. She just left, leaving him naked and alone. His poor lady. His poor sweet innocent lady corrupted by the evil of the world...How was he supposed to save her?

"Teacher Toku..."

Despite the pain the small boy was being subjected to, he looked up with heartbreak. He knew the miss was broken just as well as anyone else. Even if he was young didn't mean he didn't see the blank look in her eyes and the tears she shed. Of anybody, Tokugawa and Aki understood her pain the most, but the former was never recognized for it. Whereas the latter could be by her side without a word, Tokugawa was simply a toy she could use when she needed it. He hurt when he was separated from her, needing to hold onto the ginger's hand.

So lost in his sorrow, he didn't even notice when the lady he cried so desperately for placed her hand on his shoulder. It wasn't until she grabbed onto his collar and pulled him in for a kiss that he finally felt her, more tears pouring down. Her lips massaged his, a gasp emitting from his throat. When they separated, he reached out, pulling his hand away from Kuro, instead, holding tightly onto hers.

"My lady," he trembled, "Do you have more need of me?"

"No. You're too pretty to cry. So don't."

The bluenette nodded eagerly, lovingly caressing her hand. She looked down at it with curiosity, but that was it. Her look soon returned to apathy, her eyes traveling to the gate where a car rolled in. The black limo was extravagant and shining as though it was cleaned every five minutes. The door in the front opened, a young man with a slave collar strapped tightly to his neck exiting. He rushed quickly to open the side door, shivering as the man inside stepped out with a giant bouquet of colorful flowers.

At the sight of his ebony hair, Isobe shivered, stepping back with quivering legs and almost tripping. He had thought his time with the slave trader was over, but there he was. Terrified that he would be taken back and stabbed with needles again, he clung to the (h/c) haired girl that was his "master". However, she gave him a stern look as if threatening him more harm than the slave trader.

"If you touch me like that, I will assume you belong to me."

The chestnut-haired male gave a worried look, but when debating it, he viewed her as a much better option than the other male that was fast approaching. He tried to cling to her to tell her he would put up with a bit of touching if she kept him safe, but was directed gazes of hatred. Tokugawa was especially irritated, attempting to take as much as the lady to himself as he could. However, the ginger-haired boy was more vocal about his irritation.

"Get off of the Miss!" he whined, trying to pry him off with all of his tiny might, "You greedy pig! Get off!"

"Kuro."

"Yes, Miss?"

"Get Aki."

The small boy nodded eagerly at the sound of an order, about to rush off. However, he paused, giving one last try to separate the two from one another, unsatisfied to see anyone other than "Teacher Toku" hold her hand. He pouted when his efforts failed, and with a sprint, he ran off to the main mansion to complete his mission. After all, if he did it as quickly as possible, he could return to the miss as quickly as possible and protect her from urchins.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," the ebony-haired male smiled, his own slaves following obediently behind him.

"You did come to my home. That's where you can find me."

"Well said. I was just wondering how the new slave was doing for you. I received an earful from his last master about how disobedient he can be. Since we're on such good terms with one another, if you'd like, I'll go ahead and give you a refund, free of interest, and take him off your hands."

The chestnut-haired male clung further to the girl, terrified of going back. At this, however, the ravenette glared at him. It seemed that the slaves weren't the only ones that adored the (h/c) haired girl. He was very much disappointed to see that the male before him was still accepted within that estate. It would have been better to see him kicked back out on the streets along with the others.

"Why should I?"

"Why?" the ravenette hummed, placing one of the roses of the bouquet in the girl's hair and smiling purely, "Because he's defective. He's not worth your time. So I'll get rid of him for you."

"I paid for him."

"Hence why I said my little angel would get a refund. Just look at him. He's touching you like that when you absolutely detest it. Does he not even know that about his master?"

"You've said the same things about Tokugawa."

"And my opinion hasn't changed," the male spoke through his gritted teeth, glaring at the bluenette he knew had intimately touched the girl before him numerous times, "but I did anticipate that you would refuse. That's why I've brought a few slaves with me. You can trade those two for whomever you'd like. Why don't you take a look?"

(Y/n) didn't refuse the offer to gaze at handsome men. Rather, she was a little too eager, scaring Tokugawa who continued to cling to her whereas the chestnut-haired male let go, trying to remain still. He watched the girl with tense eyes, wondering if she really would trade him out and subject him to a cruel master, or perhaps worse, working in the ravenette's "fields". He'd heard of the horrors they were subjected to on a regular basis there. With constant abuse, it wouldn't end until they dropped dead, and that happened more often than not.

"Look at this one," the ravenette cooed, pulling down on the chain connected to a slave's collar and holding him in place, "Very pretty, isn't he? I know you're fond of the one clinging to you for that reason, but this one is younger and just as pretty."

"No one is as pretty as Tokugawa."

"My lady...," the bluenette quivered, squeezing her hand tightly with tears in his eyes.

"I see he still does as he pleases. Can't hold his tongue? This one is very obedient, (Y/n), and is very good with his tongue."

"Fuji is good with his. I don't need another."

The ravenette narrowed his eyes, trying to convince the girl of another one to take. He hadn't wanted her to have someone else touch her besides him. At least, not in such an intimate manner. So the thought of her being impressed by someone's physical attributes bothered him greatly. The entire purpose of giving her new slaves was to have them obedient to him. If she had the ones he proposed, he could secretly observe and prevent any reckless touching of the (h/c) haired girl. Yet she refused all of them, stating she had better.

The male ran out of time in trying to convince her to give up any of them. Rather, he found the others coming onto the scene rather annoying. No doubt the musclehead that worked as her butler would have put in a strong objection to it. That being said, he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the energetic ginger boy away from their mistress. So the ravenette frowned further as he saw grey hair, noting the cold silver eyes of the person highest on the food chain in that house (At least, besides its mistress). The two of them had never been on good terms.

"Mister Isshiki, what a pleasure," the grey-haired male spoke blandly as he stood obediently behind his lady, "Do you have business with us today? Or are you simply dropping in unannounced? You must know my master is very busy. It's not professional of you to disturb her."

"No, I suppose it's not. But I'm here as a friend today."

"A friend? Do friends normally peddle their wares to other friends without regard for the importance of their time? Master is the type to skip her meals if she doesn't eat on time, and yet, I find you here with her when her meal is waiting. If you would like to invite us to the next auction, please do send a personalized letter, and I will issue a response."

The ravenette furrowed his eyebrows and slapped the male across the face, the young man standing perfectly straight despite that. His reddened skin made the girl give a gentle "ah" before she reached up and touched it, almost curious of what it felt like. She then patted him on the head in an attempt to console him before kissing his cheek with as much love as she had within her. It was something she only did with him, making the silver-haired smirk slightly at the losing party.

"Insolent as always," the ravenette snarled, shaking his hand as if to get rid of the filth on it, "And now I've been contaminated. (Y/n), my angel, you wouldn't happen to want to sell him to me, would you? I'd pay a more than fitting price."

"I," the girl paused, putting a finger to her lip, deep in thought, "would prefer not to."

"Master," Aki called soothingly, allowing the younger girl to give him her full attention, "If you don't want to, simply say 'no'."

"Then no. Ah, no...thank you?"

"Very good, master. You're learning well. Tokugawa should be pleased with your progress. Tonight, we'll have some pudding for that."

Aki gave an affectionate smile - something she could only prompt from him - and patted her head slowly. She accepted it, being comforted by the action - also something she only ever accepted from him. Again, the ravenette looked on in discontent, more infuriated than before. However, the look he gave the grey-haired was simply ignored, the male focused on comforting his master.

"Then I'll take my leave," he finally stated, the slaves behind him tensing when they realized the girl had picked none of them, "Please feel free to call me, (Y/n). I'll be waiting with bated breath, angel."

With that, the male left, the bouquet of flowers being swiftly grabbed by Kuro. He looked up at the miss to see if she wanted them, but she didn't give a look of care. As such, he threw them to the ground and began to dig his heel into them. The boy then attempted to light a match only for his toy to be taken by the capable Fuji who towered over him with a look of disappointment.

"No starting fires," he declared, shoving the matches in his pocket, "It doesn't matter how toxic it is."

"Miss, are you okay? I heard you were sad."

The girl didn't respond, leading Toku by the hand back to the house to eat her meal, the bluenette more than eager to follow after her. The ginger-haired boy ran after them, tagging along with pink cheeks. That left Aki and Fuji, the first ones to ever be by the (h/c) haired girl's side with the one who had been there less than a week. They looked at him with cold and calculating glares, but it took them a while for them to actually say anything to him.

"You should be grateful," the grey-haired male stated, leaving it at that and