

Master Kent, disguised as Sukuna, led his new slave into a dark corner. The air was thick with the scent of male and sweat, an unmistakable mix of power and submission.
"This is your place," he murmured authoritatively. No further words were needed. The slave immediately understood that it was his duty to bow down and worship his smelly feet. Kent, by his mere presence, had established order.
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