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

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Type's POV:

After breakfast, Tharn turned to me with a playful glance in his eye. "There's one last part of the mansion we haven't explored yet," he said, clearly excited. "My closet room."

Curiosity got the best of me, and I followed him down the long hallway until we reached a grand door. Tharn pushed it open, and I was greeted by a sight that left me speechless. The closet room was huge, filled with rows of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. It was almost as big as my entire house.

"What are you waiting for? Come inside," Tharn said, stepping in and closing the door behind us. His action made me feel a bit self-conscious, as if we were sharing some secret space.

As we ventured further into the closet, a staff member greeted us politely. Tharn nodded and continued walking towards a smaller room within the closet. "I just need to grab something. Feel free to try on any clothes you like. If you try it on, it's yours," he said before disappearing into the smaller room.

Left alone in the vast space, I couldn't help but marvel at the luxury surrounding me. Just then, the staff member approached me with a playful grin on his face. "You know," he began, his tone teasing, "when a man offers you clothes, it means he's the first one who'll undress you."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment, and I stammered, "Wh-what do you mean?"

The staff member chuckled. "Just a little joke. But seriously, Mr. Tharn is known for his peculiar ways. Don't let it get to you."

I tried to brush off the teasing, but the thought lingered, making me even more self-conscious. Before I could dwell on it further, Tharn's voice echoed from the fitting room.

"Type, come here for a moment."

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked over to the fitting room where Tharn was waiting. He handed me a few items of clothing, his expression unreadable. "Try these on. Let's see how they look on you."

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, I took the clothes and stepped into one of the fitting rooms. As I changed, I couldn't help but admire the high-quality fabric and the perfect fit.

"This is the first time I've ever blushed at a man's body. What am I even thinking?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

When I stepped out, Tharn was waiting, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I couldn't read his expression, and it made me even more anxious.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.

Tharn didn't respond immediately, his gaze lingering for a moment before he finally spoke. "Just making sure it fits well. Now, let's move on. There's more to see."

As we continued the tour, I couldn't shake off the strange mixture of emotions swirling inside me. This mansion, Tharn's behavior, and the teasing from the staff were all making this experience surreal. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of the surprises Tharn had in store for me.

Type's POV:

Tharn led me to another fitting room, which was just as grand and spacious as the others in the mansion. The richness of the room made me feel like I had stepped into a palace. As I was admiring the intricate designs and luxurious materials, Tharn suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, catching me completely off guard.

"What? What is he doing?" I thought, my heart racing. The atmosphere was playful, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The room was filled with mirrors, reflecting our every move, making the situation feel even more intense.