Betrayed

I carelessly fell victim to a love poison, and my disciple brought me a furnace to cure it.

The furnace was gentle and passionate, just a bit too fond of pleasure.

After one night, I set him free, yet for some reason, my disciple’s gaze grew stranger and stranger when he looked at me…

Later… he knelt at my feet, clutching the hem of my robe, face upturned in pleading, eyes brimming with tears: Master… I can’t forget…