ORCA MANSION

Orca, having returned after three years from a territorial war in the distant seas, followed a sound that disturbed his sleep, heading toward the forest lake. He was certain that the servant sneaking out of the mansion in the dead of night, when all were asleep, would relieve his boredom. However, the first thing Orca encountered at the lake was, unexpectedly, the servant’s discarded clothes.

So, sneaking out to go skinny-dipping, are we…

“Shall I give you your punishment?”

After capturing the perverted servant who tried to flee and forcing him to his knees, Orca heard an answer entirely different from what he had expected.

“Ugh… food, in the lake… secretly, sob… came to eat, I was wrong, sniff, Young Master, I was wrong…”

What kind of idiotic words were these?

Piecing together the jumbled words uttered in terror, Orca’s gaze shifted from the tear-soaked face to the gaunt, skinny body. It was a frame so fragile he could break its limbs in an instant if he felt the whim. His plan to simply mess with a perverted servant who enjoyed skinny-dipping had gone completely awry.