"Y-young master?" Psyche asked, his face completely red.
He pressed the back of his hand against his mouth and looked down.
Crouched before Psyche, in between his legs, was the Young Master he served with his bare chest exposed. He caressed all the way up from his knees with his fingers, and slowly placed his hands on Psyche's thighs, opening his legs.
In between his confused emotions, Psyche could discern a faint smell of wine and sweat that made him want to cross his legs. But, as always, the Young Master was in the way between Psyche and his poor self-control.
'He and his not-so-good intentions.'
"What?" He asked, feigning ignorance as he kissed Psyche's inner thigh.
Psyche repressed a tremor. He could already feel goosebumps on his skin, and the blood rushing to other places… Things weren't looking good for him.
"What if someone finds out?" He asked, placing a hand on top of the Young Master's shoulder.
Psyche was just a servant. There were bound to be problems if anyone found out what he and Young Master were up to. Not to mention all the things they had done before.
'Like yesterday- no, no! Don't think about that!'
The man in front of him had a mask covering the upper half of his face. However, Psyche could still appreciate how his tongue licked his lips before speaking.
'Ah, right, his tongue- No! Focus!'
"Who would dare disturb me?" The Young Master answered, "Besides, isn't your job to make sure I'm here?"
He was right, Psyche's only job was to keep the main dorm's door closed at night.
{The young master isn't to be left out of his room at night. No matter what. Do you understand?}
… That is what the castle's Chief administrator had told him.
{I-I don't understand. Is there any other-?}
{No. Your only job is to be by his majesty's side for the entire night, and avoid him at all costs during the day. You must never be seen by him in any other place, and while you are with him you mustn't allow him to go outside.}
That was it. He had to keep the room closed during the nights and hide when the sun was still up. More than a servant, he was a guard. A very powerless one.
Still, being a night's entertainment for the Young master wasn't on his list of duties.
Sigh…
'Just how did it become like this?'
*
THREE MONTHS BEFORE.
{Third Heaven, Aphrodite's palace}
In the main entrance of an enormous, ancient-looking white palace, four men wearing armor argued. One of them had a scar on his face and looked to be the oldest among the group.
He was frowning with his arms crossed and had his eyes closed.
After a moment of deep thought, he stomped his foot on the floor.
"That's it! I quit!" The guard shouted, immediately storming out of the room.
"Commander! Hey!" A blonde guard shouted in vain.
"No, no, no!" Said another one, "What do we do?!"
"What do you mean "we"?!" Responded the blonde guard, "It's your problem, you solve it!"
"My problem?!"
"You were the one who mentioned the human's gala to the young master!"
"I-I didn't think who was even listening to me!"
-Bam!
Aphrodite's secretary, Iris, opened the doors to the drawing-room. She grabbed the collar of the guard who left the room earlier, making his face blue due to the lack of air.
She slowly turned around to look at the guards. Her gaze made them shut up instantly.
"Where the hell is the young master?"
*
{H City, Demetriou Family's Mansion}
"B-brother, are you sure about this?" He asked, but it was too late, Phyros had already left.
In the middle of the elegant ballroom, a young man in a daisy suit stood alone. He couldn't be older than twenty-two. His face carried a pure smile, with a straight nose and bright hazel eyes filled with innocence.
Considering his righteous stance and gracious body, it was impossible for any of the guests to tell he had a full black leather harness set for bondage underneath his clothes.
'W-Will this really be fine?' He wondered.
It was his family's most important event of the year, and his actions would definitely make someone angry, even if he intended well.
At the sides, a group of five male guests of similar age was stunned.
"Is he really going to do it?"
"N-no way!"
"He wouldn't dare!"
"Should we record this?"
"I'm going live on Instabook right now!"
The youth glanced at the balcony on the second floor. There, he saw his father's frown and the look of amusement on his older siblings' faces.
"Psyche?" His mother called. Although the music was too loud for him to hear her, Psyche could easily read her lips.
Ignoring her, Psyche stared directly at his first older brother, Adolphe, who returned the look. Without their parents noticing, both of them exchanged nods.
-Sigh.
'The things I'd do for money.' Psyche thought, undoing his tie.
Suddenly, he heard the voice of one of the hosts behind the curtain. He recognized the owner as his best friend, Lucius.
["Ladies, gentlemen, and other distinguished guests! Welcome to the annual Demetriou's gala!"]
He quickly reviewed the plan in his head. 'Find the Third Heaven Group's heir, create a scandal, get the money, flee the country, forget any memory of this night, and live happily ever after.'
It couldn't be that hard, right?
Psyche searched among the crowd. In an ocean of rigidity, only a man wore his shirt unbuttoned and a never-ending supply of liquor coming his way.
This behavior would have been frowned upon if it was someone else. However, everyone in the room knew only he had a high enough status to do so without making it to the tabloids tomorrow.
The most sought-after single man in high society, who rarely showed his face to events. The mysterious firstborn son of the Third Heaven Group's CEO, Eros.
Observing him from head to toe, Psyche knew the name was perfect for him. The blonde hair, the light grayish eyes, the mole on his neck, and the way his shirt seemed to fit in all the right places. He was only leaning against the bar in a corner of the room, but anyone would notice his firm muscles and tall, intoxicant frame.
Eros was blessed with looks.
And he was also blessed with enough money to get Psyche's family out of debt.
'There you are, young master.'
"DJ!" Psyche shouted, as he turned his back on the crowd, under the blue light of the reflectors, "hit it!"
Then, his jacket fell to the floor.
["Enjoy the show, everyone!"]