The cannon fodder young master was attacked by the sick and delicate male master
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When I transmigrated into this cannon fodder side character, I was pressing my cream-covered foot against the male lead's chest, humiliating him. "Lick it clean. Swallow." The male lead, Ryder, gripped my ankle with stubborn, hidden resentment. "Yes, Young Master." Later, I faked my death to escape the plot, surrounded by handsome men, when Ryder suddenly appeared and locked me in a pitch-black basement. He tugged on a silver chain, grinning like a mad dog. "Young Master, lick it clean. Swallow." 1 I transmigrated into a novel, becoming the expendable Young Master in a dark romance…