Stop It, Evil Disciple, I Am Your Master!

"Evildoer! Are you very proud?"
In the boudoir filled with unique fragrance, there is a woman wearing a white gauze skirt with a pink bra as thin as cicada wings. Two fat-headed fish are vividly displayed, following the beauty's breathing, as if swimming underwater.
His waist is like a willow and his hair is like a waterfall.
A pair of long legs are looming in the gauze skirt, and a red rope is tied to the naked ankle. A small copper bell on the rope makes a sweet and clear ringing sound as the beauty twists restlessly.
The graceful beauty with a peach-shaped face bit her red lips and glared at the handsome young man in front of her.
"Master, what are you saying? This is what you promised me."
"I...I am your master!"
"Jiejiejie~"
The handsome young man let out bursts of villain-specific laughter, rubbed his hands, and scared the beauty on the bed to step back...