"Type is my butler, he is so sexy!"
Every year, the Kirigun family hosts an event where hopeful candidates gather to audition for the role of Tharn's butler. Tharn Kirigun, the heir to the family's fortune, is a spoiled rich kid-selfish, disruptive...
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Type's POV
It was a peaceful morning at the Kirigun mansion, with the sun just beginning to filter through the curtains. Tharn was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Unknown to him, a small frog had found its way onto his chest, resting there comfortably.
Meanwhile, I was up and about, still adjusting to the grandeur of my new workplace. I had just finished my morning chores when Thaniya, Tharn's younger sister, approached me with a warm smile.
"Hey, Type! Do you know how to play the organ?" Thaniya asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I scratched my head, chuckling nervously. "Uh, no, I don't. Never touched one in my life."
Thaniya giggled. "Come on, I'll show you! It's not as hard as it looks."
As we headed to the music room, I couldn't help but laugh at the idea. I sat down at the organ, awkwardly pressing a few keys, producing a series of discordant notes. Thaniya laughed along, clearly enjoying the moment. But then, as I kept pressing keys randomly, the sounds became even more stupid and cringe.
To my horror, a few guests who were passing by the room stopped and began to listen. They exchanged amused glances and started giggling. The more I tried to play, the worse it got. One particularly loud and off-key note made everyone burst into laughter.
"Oh no," I muttered under my breath, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I tried to hide my face, blushing furiously, but it was no use. The guests' laughter only grew louder.
"Type, that was... interesting," Thaniya said, trying to stifle her own laughter.
I gave her a sheepish smile and quickly got up from the organ, mumbling an excuse about having other chores to do. As I hurried out of the room, I could still hear the guests chuckling behind me.
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Inside the room, two figures moved stealthily, rifling through drawers and closets. It was the famous mischievous couple known for their thieving antics.
"Leo, look at this!" Fiat whispered, holding up a fancy watch that gleamed in the dim light. "This must be worth a fortune! I bet we could get a lot for this."
Leo grinned, carefully stuffing a few trinkets into his bag. "Keep it down, Fiat. We don't want to wake the sleeping prince here. Tharn might look harmless when he's asleep, but you know how he can be when he's awake."
Fiat chuckled softly, glancing over at the soundly sleeping Tharn. "He sleeps like a log. I swear, we could probably throw a party in here, and he wouldn't even notice. Remember the time we knocked over that vase and he didn't even flinch?"
Leo smirked, nodding as he continued to collect valuables. "Yeah, he didn't move an inch. It's like he's in a coma when he sleeps. Makes our job a whole lot easier."
