Amon’s POV
It had already been three long years since I last saw my mother.
That ti apart... it was all because of . My own carelessness had led to it. I got caught by a group of slavers, and just like that, I was torn away from her.
I blad myself over and over. I was foolish—stupid even. Back then, I didn’t think there’d be any way to crawl out of that nightmare.
I was young. Too young. Born and raised in the demon world, I didn’t understand how things worked outside. I was naïve about everything. I didn’t know what to do, how to act, or even how to protect myself. That ignorance almost cost everything.
At that ti, I thought my life was already over.
But then—he appeared.
The man who would beco my Master. The one and only person I would willingly serve until the end of my days.
If he hadn’t saved , I know what kind of fate would’ve awaited . I would’ve been forced to be so cruel bastard’s maid, or worse—sold as nothing more than a sex slave.
For a demon servant like , sex wasn’t sothing unusual. It was part of the role, sothing that ca as naturally as breathing. But still... I couldn’t bear the thought of giving my body to soone I didn’t want to serve.
That’s why I was so grateful when he ca into my life.
I can still rember his appearance as clear as if it was yesterday. His hair—black, but darker than even the deepest midnight sky. His eyes—blood red, gleaming with a sharpness that cut right through .
For so reason, from the very mont our eyes t, I felt an undeniable pull toward him. It was instinctive, primal even. Every part of scread that this was the person I wanted to devote myself to.
It was natural, wasn’t it? I was born a demon servant. My existence had always been about finding soone worthy to serve. And now... I felt like I had finally found him.
"Um..." My voice trembled as I forced myself to speak. "W-Would you allow to know the na of the one who saved ?"
He turned his gaze on . Those cold eyes of his were enough to make anyone else shiver. But instead of fear, I felt the urge to kneel as well as to devote myself to him entirely.
"My na? It’s Leon. And you?"
The mont he said his na, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.
My mother once told that there would co a day when I would et the person I was destined to serve. She said I would feel it imdiately—that my heart would know without doubt. And standing there before him, I knew... this was it. That day had co.
"My na is Amon. I want to be of service to you, Master Leon! Would you allow , Amon, to serve you from this day forward?" I said, bowing deeply, my chest tight with both nerves and excitent.
He looked at strangely, his face filled with confusion. I understood why. It was sudden, even absurd. We had only just t, yet here I was, swearing loyalty, offering myself completely without hesitation.
"Aren’t you going to return ho, like the other captives?" he asked.
"I’m not," I answered firmly. "I’ve found the Master I want to serve. That’s why I’ll stay by your side. If you’ll permit , I’ll serve you in every way. I’ll do any kind of service."
"Any?"
His face reddened. The blush was so genuine as well as so innocent. It was clear that he was inexperienced. He was still young, and likely had never touched a woman before.
Of course, I hadn’t either. But my mother had taught what it ant to pleasure a man. As a demon servant, it was knowledge we had to carry. If it ca to that, I could guide him.
"What... was your na again?" he asked, as if trying to confirm it one more ti.
"Amon, Master," I replied softly, lowering my head.
"Alright. From today on, you’ll be my servant. Is that okay with you?"
Joy welled up in , so much that I could barely keep my voice steady. "I’ll gladly be of service to you, now and forever."
And with that vow, it beca official. I had found my Master.
***
Master... he was a very strange person.
But not strange in a bad way.
In fact, it was his strangeness that opened my eyes to so many things I never would’ve understood otherwise.
Like this "smartphone" thing.
"I wish I had a phone here. Everything in this world is so traditional—it feels like ti is slipping through my hands," he muttered one day.
"What is a smartphone, Master?" I asked him curiously. His words caught my attention, and I wanted to understand, especially since he seed frustrated.
And then he explained it to .
A strange device unlike anything I had ever heard of. I couldn’t even imagine such a thing existed. The more he explained, the more fascinated I beca. I wanted to bring his words into reality. So, I tried creating it—and I succeeded.
That was just one example of how incredible he was. His knowledge went far beyond anything I’d ever known.
But his charm—that was sothing else entirely.
He even won the heart of a woman with a prestigious title. She was a magic knight. She was intelligent, beautiful, and graceful.
For a while, I thought maybe Master no longer needed . Compared to her, I was nothing. But then, he told sothing unexpected.
He said he was going to create a harem of girls. At first, I was confused. Why tell this? Why did it matter to ?
But in the end, I decided—it didn’t matter what I thought of it. My duty was to support him, no matter what.
Because I was his servant. And he was my Master. That was the only truth that mattered.
Even if it ant following him to the ends of the earth—I would never hesitate.
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