"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...
Warning this chapter includes smut and extreme Lemon!
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The next morning, the first light of dawn gently illuminated the room. Tharn and Type lay entwined beneath the sheets, their bodies close and covered only by a blanket. Tharn slept soundly, his face serene and peaceful. Type, however, was already awake, silently admiring Tharn's handsome features.
He reached out, intending to touch Tharn's face, but just as his fingers were about to brush against his skin, Tharn's eye fluttered open. Caught off guard, Type quickly pretended to be asleep, causing Tharn to chuckle softly.
"Don't pretend, I know you're awake," Tharn said with a grin. "You're wide awake because my good looks are shining so brightly, aren't they?"
Type couldn't help but smile, his heart fluttering with affection. Trying to hide his embarrassment, he turned away, his back facing Tharn.
"Oh, so you're shy now?" Tharn teased, wrapping his arms around Type and pulling him close. He began to tickle Type's neck with playful kisses, causing Type to giggle uncontrollably.
"Tharn, stop it!" Type laughed, squirming in Tharn's grasp.
Tharn finally relented, propping himself up on one elbow to look at Type. "You know, butler... Last night... You were wild. Not that I'm not going to call you my sexy butler if you're not sexy," he said with a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Type rolled his eyes, still smiling. "You idiot, Master. I'm still sore right now. You promised to be gentle, yet you still overdid it," he said with a playful huff.
Tharn's expression softened, and he leaned in closer. "I'm sorry... I was just a little excited. I've been holding it in for too long."
Type's smile widened, and he leaned in to whisper seductively in Tharn's ear, "I guess you don't have to hold it in anymore."
Tharn's eyes widened, and with a burst of energy, he flipped over, pinning Type beneath him. "Type! Don't tease me like that, or I'll ruin your-"
"Hey, Tharn, I'm just kidding!" Type interrupted, laughing.
Their playful banter continued as they rolled around in the sheets, their laughter filling the room. Tharn's kisses became more frequent, but always gentle, as if savoring every moment they had together. They took their time, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning.
Eventually, they settled back into a comfortable embrace. Tharn stroked Type's hair, his touch tender and reassuring. "You really are my sexy butler, you know that?" he said softly.
