CHAPTER 101: The Virgin’s Summer, Part 41

I know what I need to do.

My Master is in the lounge, sitting in an armchair. Hands behind his head, long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, he stares, pensively, into space.

“Master, may I... come in?”

He tilts his head at me, expression sombre. “Of course you may, Charlotte. It is hardly f...

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