My Young Master is different from other bosses who are Mafia leaders, CEOs, or Billionaires.
He is different. One of a kind! Not only is he childish, but his mind is also incredibly "playful" (and a bit naughty). He knows so many crazy antics; he's always giving me a hard time.
Take right now, for example. It's still very early, but he already ordered me to get him ice cream. I have no idea what's going on inside that man's head again.
I knocked upon reaching the Young Master's door.
"Young Master?" I called out. "Young Master! Young Master!" I kept calling, but there was no response from inside.
I turned the doorknob and realized the door wasn't locked. I pushed it open and walked right in. "Young Master, here is your—"
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw him seriously watching... PORN!? I slammed the ice cream down on the table and rushed to turn off the TV.
This is forbidden for the Young Master! How did he even get a CD like this!?
"Sky! Why did you turn it off?" he grumbled like a pouting child. He's 26 years old, but he's more childish than a six-year-old!
"Give back what I was watching!" he said with a scowl.
"Young Master, those kinds of shows are not allowed for you," I lectured him calmly.
"But I like it!" he protested, throwing a tantrum and stomping his feet on the bed. "Turn it baaaaack!!"
What a massive headache!
"Young Master—" I suddenly stopped when I saw tears starting to well up in his eyes.
I let out a long sigh. "Young Master, I'll put back what you were watching earlier, so please, don't cry anymore," I told him gently.
He suddenly shook his head. "T-that's not it," he said, sniffing.
"Then what is it, sir?" I asked, full of worry.
"M-my lower abdomen suddenly hurts," he sobbed.
His lower abdomen hurts—my eyes widened as I realized the Young Master's problem! Was it because he was "stimulated" from watching that porn earlier!? We're really in trouble now!
He continued to sob while clutching his lower abdomen. I felt pity for him. What am I supposed to do!?
I approached him and gave him a hug. "Young Master, does it really hurt that much?" I asked with concern. I felt him nuzzle himself against my chest.
I've grown used to this. The Young Master does this all the time, so it's become normal for me.
"Sky... it huuuuurts," he groaned, writhing in pain.
I really don't know what to do anymore!
Because he's childish, he knows nothing about carnal desires! And at this moment, there's only one thing he can do to ease the pain. To... release! But how can he do that? He has the mind of a child! Surely, I'm not the one who has to do it, right?!
I took a deep breath. At this moment, I'm the only one who can help him. Because we're the only two people in this damn big house.
"Young Master," I said, getting his attention.
He only answered with a sob while burying himself further into my chest. "D-do you know what... masturbation is?" I asked shyly.
Lord, please forgive me! It isn't my intention to stain the innocence of this 'baby giant'!
"W-what's that? Is it edible?" he asked. I facepalmed. At a time like this, he's actually thinking about food?!
"S-Sky, I feel something getting hard," he suddenly said, which absolutely shocked my "beauty." "Sky, am I going to die?" he asked innocently.
In this situation, I think I'm the one who's going to die first!
"Young Master, you're not going to die," I said calmly. "But, if that pain isn't treated, you might actually die," I added with a shrug.
He suddenly sat up straight. Fear was written all over his face. "W-what is this sickness actually called?" he asked, teary-eyed.
"Cancer," I answered without hesitation.
"C-cancer?" he asked, sobbing.
"Yes, cancer. Cancer of the brain! What on earth entered your head that made you watch that porn show!?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Porn?" he asked again.
I clutched my hair in frustration. I'm going to die young because of this!
"Skyyyyyy, help meeeee!" The Young Master started rolling around on the bed.
"Young Master, come here for a second." He immediately stopped rolling and approached me.
I took a deep breath before speaking. "Listen to me, Young Master," I said seriously. "To make that pain go away, you need to go to the bathroom and... and—"
How am I supposed to say this?! It's not like I can just say, "Go to the bathroom and stroke your 'pet' so you can release!" I turned to him again. He was staring at me intently and seriously. The Young Master is childish, but he is incredibly handsome and has a very muscular body!
"Young Master, you need to—"
"Can you just be the one to do it?" he interrupted.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"Y-you just do whatever it is you want me to do," he said shyly. "I won't understand it anyway even if you explain it many times. Right? Mommy said... I'm stupid," he said innocently.
That Madame... the things she says to her son is so out of this world.
I approached him. "You're not stupid; you're handsome," I said gently. I took a deep breath. It looks like I have no choice!
I looked him in the eye.
"Young Master, please forgive me for what I'm about to do," I said, biting my lip.
"Why would—" He was cut off because I suddenly reached my hand inside his boxers.