Chapter 8: Just a Normal Healthy Massage
The two sisters were really worried that one day they would wake up and no longer see their familiar sister. Instead, she would be an obedient slave kneeling in front of the Celestial Dragon, with her head bowed, doing whatever she was told, and not coming back to sleep at night, obediently waiting for Master Lakeman on the bed.
During the auction, they had seen this scene countless times. No matter how loyal a person is, after going through all kinds of brainwashing and education, their temperament changes drastically. They become completely inferior and petty, abandoning their former dignity and perseverance.
Noon came. Lakeman finished his morning reading arrangement.
[Current progress: 14.58%...]
He looked at the binding progress again. The progress was slow, but compared with yesterday's 9.0%, it had improved significantly.
"Prepare lunch," Lakeman ordered casually. The butler waiting next to him immediately signaled the maid to go to the kitchen to inform them.
On the other side, Hancock stood quietly with an indifferent expression, holding a towel in her hand, ready to hand it to Lakeman to wipe his face at any time. The whole morning passed, and Hancock was even more surprised and confused about Lakeman.
In her opinion, this master looked less and less like a typical Celestial Dragon. Which Celestial Dragon would spend the morning reading a book? Hancock had never heard of such a thing. More importantly, a whole morning passed, and Lakeman didn't do anything to her!
Hancock couldn't help but feel uneasy. She would rather Lakeman take action against her, so at least she would know that this Celestial Dragon was lustful. But now, he clearly showed his desire for her, but he restrained himself from making a move. This left Hancock feeling unsure.
"You can go back to eat and rest. I'll watch a live broadcast of slaves fighting in the arena this afternoon, and you can give me a massage," Lakeman said to Hancock.
Massage?