TharnType: My Sexy Butler🍑 (Completed) //Mewgulf

Call me your master, my sexy butler

Type stood by the window of the Kirigun mansion, staring out at the grand fountains. He sighed, reflecting on the whirlwind events of yesterday's annual butler audition. The experience was overwhelming, and now, with the event behind him, he found himself mulling over the enormity of his new role.

"Wow, what a day," Type muttered to himself. "I never imagined I'd end up in a place like this. The Kirigun mansion is huge-like something out of a fairy tale. And I was just a guy from a small resort, hoping to find something better."

He recalled his motivation for applying. The small resort his father owned was struggling, and Type needed to find a way to help. "I didn't know the first thing about being a butler," he admitted, shaking his head. "But I had to try. If I didn't, we'd lose the resort, and my dad... well, he's worked too hard for it to just go under."

His phone rang, pulling him from his thoughts. It was Techno, his best friend. Type answered with a smile. "Hey, Techno! How's it going?"

"Hey, Type! How was the audition? I heard it was quite the event!" Techno's voice was lively with curiosity.

"It was... overwhelming," Type replied, chuckling. "The mansion was incredible, and there were so many people. I had no idea what I was doing. But somehow, I think I made an impression."

Techno laughed. "Of course you did! You've always had a knack for making things happen. So, did you get the job?"

"Yeah, I did," Type said, pride evident in his voice. "I'm officially the new butler for the Kirigun family. Can you believe it?"

"That's amazing!" Techno exclaimed. "I knew you'd make it. But remember, being a butler isn't just about looking good; it's about managing the whole household. You'll do great, though. You've got this!"

Their conversation continued, filled with encouragement and laughter. Just as Type was about to hang up, he heard a commotion in the hallway outside his room. He stepped out to check and, without looking, bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" a voice snapped sharply.

Type looked up to see Lhong, a guest from the mansion, glaring angrily. Type quickly apologized, noticing a splash of sauce on Lhong's expensive-looking suit. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Lhong's expression turned icy. "Do you have any idea how much this suit costs? It's a designer piece! You've ruined it!"

Type felt his face flush with embarrassment. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, and I'll make it up to you. Just... tell me how I can fix this."

Lhong huffed, crossing his arms. "Fix it? Do you think you can just 'fix' a suit that costs more than your entire monthly wage? Do you know how hard it is to get these stains out? It's not just any suit; it's bespoke, custom-made, and now it's covered in sauce!"

Type's eyes welled up with tears. He had never intended to cause trouble and felt completely overwhelmed. "I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't mean to cause any trouble."

Lhong sneered. "Well, you certainly managed to do that. And look at you, a mess of a butler. If this is how you're going to handle things, then you're going to be a disaster."

At that moment, Tharn appeared, having heard the commotion. He glanced between Type and Lhong, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on here?"

Lhong seized the opportunity to vent his frustration. "This servant of yours bumped into me and spilled sauce all over my suit. Look at him-he's making a mess of everything. This is the kind of incompetence I expected from someone like him."

Type continued to apologize, his voice trembling. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I'm just-"

Tharn's expression hardened as he stepped in front of Type, his tone firm. "He's not a servant. He's the new butler. And he's not responsible for your wardrobe problems. If you have a complaint, take it up with me."