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

Lemon X: My most useful instrument (Smut)

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Tharn had just finished his song, and the room erupted in applause. Type couldn’t help but be mesmerized by Tharn’s performance, his heart swelling with pride and love. Lost in the moment, he didn’t notice Tharn running towards him until Tharn was right in front of him.

“Sorry for yelling at you earlier,” Tharn said, his voice filled with remorse. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean that. I love you so much.”

Type chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s fine. At least it's over, right?”

“But Type, I'm really sorry,” Tharn continued, his eyes pleading. “I made it seem like I thought so little of you to think you could steal. And I doubted you. I’m really sorry.”

Type sighed, his smile reassuring. “Jeez, Tharn, I'm telling you it's fine. Luckily, Fiat and Leo admitted it already, and at least I became an instrument for them to change, right? Besides, I’m used to being the butler who always gets in trouble but still survives, right?” he added with a laugh.

As they spoke, Tharn's father and mother approached them. “I’m really sorry, butler, for not asking you first,” Tharn’s father said, looking genuinely regretful.

The commentator's voice echoed through the room, announcing, “Now, the party is over. You can now take the remaining food and go home. Once again, happy birthday to our princess, Thanya Kirugun!” The crowd applauded once more before gradually dispersing.

With the room nearly empty, Tharn and Type decided to step out onto the balcony for some fresh air and a more private conversation. The cool night breeze felt refreshing after the intensity of the evening.

“Tharn, why do you think Lhong did that?” Type asked, concern evident in his voice.

Tharn sighed, a sad smile playing on his lips. “I guess it’s because I rejected him when he confessed his feelings. He has had a crush on me ever since childhood. It’s my fault too, because I led him on.”

Flashback:
Teenage Tharn and Lhong sat together under a tree, laughing and talking. “Lhong, you are so important to me. Please never ever leave me,” Tharn had said, not realizing the depth of Lhong’s feelings. Lhong had taken it as a love confession, but to Tharn, Lhong was just like a little brother.

“I made so many promises to him,” Tharn continued, coming back to the present. “Places we would go, things we would do. But as I got busier with my responsibilities as the heir and handler of the White Property, we started drifting apart. I guess he got jealous.”

Type nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. “Sigh… But I will try to understand him from now on, at least a little. I’ll apologize, and we’ll be good. Just as long as he never touches the love of my life.”

Type smirked, teasing, “Ohh, who is that love of yours, huh? You never told me.”

Tharn rolled his eyes. “Type, you idiot. Who do you think I've ever had sex with?”

Type pretended to think. “Umm, probably many?”

“Hey, Type... I'm not that kind of person. Of course, it’s you, idiot,” Tharn said, shaking his head.

Type blushed, “Hey, Tharn, I'm just kidding. And don’t mention that we had sex, it’s embarrassing.”

Tharn chuckled, enjoying Type’s flustered state. “Type, can we go to our room? I’m pretty tired after everything that happened.”