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A NEW PET, that was all he was. In all honesty, Yasu did not care about the item won but rather the win itself. Pride was something that has been drilled into his very core, and to him and his family, loss means shame and disgrace. If it meant blowing off money on a slave he did not really care for having. It wasn't like he and his family did not have any to spare--they had plenty.
When they arrived to his home, cold jaded hues flitted over the other before leading the way to his room. He did not speak to him since winning the boy over, nor did he pay much attention. Yasu remained distance and indifferent, almost forgetting he was there at times. However, as soon as they were behind closed doors, he turned to face him.
" Strip, " he commanded. He wanted to study his physique. To see what kind of work he could put him to. If he over-works him and he dies, well, that would be a problem. Disposing the body was easy, but it'd still be rather troublesome.
















