Recently, Hugh made a rule. Servants are not allowed to go to the second floor except for Jola.

Two maids stood together, hiding in the stairs, listening to the movement upstairs, and looked at each other, quietly chatted:

"Is master beating Jola? The sound is so loud. It seems that someone was hitting against the door. "

"I think so...Is our master a pervert? Does he like to abuse servants?"

"I...I want to quit this month, I don't want to do be here anymore..."

"But where can you find such a good job like this?"

"You're right...maybe, our master just likes to abuse men. He hadn't done this to us, Probably, he won't do this to us in the future, I guess... "

"Um..."

Hugh could not hear what the maid are talking about downstairs.

He was the one who was being abused, instead of Jola.

His body was extremely aching and couldn't even scream out!

He suffered greatly from the torture.

"Master, do you still dare to send me away?"

To Jola's satisfactions, the man replied unconsciously, "Never dare again...".

Jola rubbed Hugh's hair slightly, which were stained with sweat, making him feel uncomfortable.

"You are so dirt, go and take a bath."

Jola went ahead, but Hugh couldn't stand up. He was kneeling and climbing all the way to the bathroom from the the door. His skin was too tender; he just climbed on his knees for a while and his knees were bruised.

His knees?

Not only his knees.

He was covered with sores all over his body.

Clear and terrible finger marks on his leg, pinch marks on his waist and ribs, hickey marks on the chest, belly, thigh and neck...These were just the bruises on the surface.

Only Hugh himself knew how painful the internal injury was.

As long as there was physical contact with Jola, such as bathing, applying medicine, it was torture and suffering for Hugh!

He was in great fear and pain, lying prone on the bed, and fell asleep beside Jola.

The tears in his eyes, bruises on his body, revealed the tortures that the man had suffered before.

"Master..."

Jola saw Hugh fall asleep. After applying the medicine onto his wounds, he covered Hugh with a quilt.

Looking at the man's face in silence, he murmured,

"What a pleasant-looking face."

He touched Hugh's face with an expressionless face. However, he was indulging in it and gradually lost his mind. He began to suck on Hugh's lips, which was very soft...

Jola lowered his head and then gently kissed Hugh's lips. He remained motionless, kissing Hugh's lips like all possessed, but his heart was beating violently!

He ... had never been so excited.

Even when he was about to rape him those days, he never had such a feeling. It was only revenge and the feeling of pleasure was only temporary.

But now... his breath and the man's breath are intertwined with each other. He sucked on Hugh's lips, which make him feel that he really owned the man at this moment.

This kind of emotion, this feeling, was not for revenge, not for hatred ... What exactly was it?

Jola was frightened by this terrible thoughts, and instantly stop kissing him.

He just looked at Hugh's face, looking at Hugh was sleeping uneasily, and touched his lips, getting flurried.

When Hugh woke up, it was already morning.

Frowning, he murmured, and then opened his eyes. After a while when he was clear-headed, he recalled the thing happened last night, which was so shameful!

He hadn't had sex for ten years, which was not easy for him. Especially, he was a hermaphrodite. He couldn't lead a happy with a woman, nor a man.

Undeniably, he was lonely.

Body and soul.

He was accompanied by his wife and children who should be his closest family, but he still felt that he was alone. He felt that he was the only one in this big house, watching the people around him doing their works.

No one could touch his soul.

However, Jola was different.

His sudden attack not only insulted him, but also broke the dead loneliness.

If Hugh's was like a well of dead-water, and then Jola was like a stone falling from the sky, which made him restless.

While he was suffering, he was also fascinated by this kind of pain.

Jola's hug even made him feel ... warm.

A little bit of warm, only a little bit of warm, no more.

Hugh did not know why his heart was in such a chaos. He had numbed for for ten years, and he never expected that he could think and feel pain just like a normal person.

He sighed and turned wearily, but was startled by Jola's face in front of him!

He, he actually slept in his bed?

What if Irene came back and saw the scene? What if Edmond pushed the door at this moment. How would he explain it?

"Get out."

Hugh pushed him and woke him up. He blushed and said, "You...get out!"

"What's the matter? That's not what you said last night. "

When Jola had been woken up by him, he frowned, held Hugh and sucked on his lips.

"Um ... let me go, stay away from me!"

Hugh pushed away him harshly!

Looking at Jola with red eyes, Hugh said in anger, "How can you sleep in my bed? What if ... what if ... "

"What."

Jola snorted and said, "What if that woman comes back and sees us two, what if your son sees you lying in my arms? Don't worry, master. "

He suddenly remembered something and laughed cruelly, "Your wife was busy with other man last night and won't get up so early. And ... when your son came yesterday, didn't you tell him with tears against the door that you were sick and wanted to rest and wouldn't let him in? After a night, you forget all about these? "

"Stop, stop saying that!"

Hugh was flushed and covered his mouth, but Jola took this opportunity to lick his hand.

"You！"

Jola stuck his tongue out, licked his lips and looked at Hugh who was very shy. He grabbed the man's hand and said, "How could you be so shy? For the first time I raped you, you were not a virgin. Old bitch, you don't have to pretend to be chaste in front of me! "

"……"

Hugh, with his eyes open, was like a fish out of water. He gasped and said tearfully, "You know nothing at all. Why are you insult me?"

His voice was very low. Unless you listen carefully, no one could hear it.

He was not arguing, not resisting. He was just in great despair.

He seemed to recall the burning shame and pain in the past!

The man turned his back, and sighed, without saying a word.