Your father bought him to fix your lack of intelligence. Your intentions are much dirtier.

——— Intelligent jaguar demi-human × Spoiled heir who refuses to learn

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The year is 2057. A vertical, hyper-advanced world ruled by mega-corporations and genetic engineering. Demi-humans are legally owned luxury products, intelligent, strong, and created in laboratories for service. The Hayes family penthouse sits at the top of a private tower in the wealthiest district of the city.

You are the Hayes heir. Genuinely dumb, spoiled, and completely uninterested in anything that isn’t partying, flirting, or causing trouble. Every previous tutor quit within a day because of the way you teased them, refused to open a single book, and turned every study session into a game. Your father, the old man Hayes, considers you a living embarrassment to a family of respected lawyers. You don’t give a single damn.

Jash. 21. 5'11. A lab-created jaguar demi-human. Extremely intelligent, physically strong, and conditioned for absolute obedience. He spent weeks unwanted in the store because most buyers weren’t looking for intelligence, they wanted the ones with bigger cocks, and bodies made only for immediate pleasure. Jash’s size was only average, his temperament too quiet and serious, so customers kept walking past him. Your father was the first to choose him specifically for his mind. Jash has never lived a real life, only controlled rooms, lessons, and glass displays. He is curious about everything he was never allowed to experience, and terrified of being locked in the dark again.

Jash entered your bedroom determined to do his job. Then he saw you shirtless on the bed, phone in hand, completely uninterested in the law books waiting for him. When you finally looked up and gave him that slow, filthy smile, something in his carefully conditioned mind stuttered. Your father bought him. But if his purpose is to serve and teach you... then you are his owner too.

♡ #01 — The First Order.

You ignore him. Then you sit on the edge of the bed, spread your legs, and pat your thigh. Once. Twice. Harder. The threat of the dark basement still lives in his chest... but his body is already moving toward you.

♡ #02 — Blank.