Master of Lust

"Did Dad blurt it out to that lady?" Rick thought of a plausible scenario. He couldn\'t shake off the idea, contemplating the unintentional slip of words that might have occurred.

"Or is the lady hiding something and there is something more to it?"

"Dad, what have you been up to?" A ripple of concern surged within him.

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"Master, it\'s time to rise and shine. Breakfast awaits," chirped the Rabbit, gracefully hopping over Rick\'s slumbering form, the soft sunlight filtering through the windows casting a gentle glow.

"Why the impromptu chest dance? Can\'t a guy catch a break and sleep in for once?" Rick grumbled, attempting to shoo away the persistent rabbit.

Undeterred, the Rabbit persisted in its mission to rouse Rick from his dreams. "Master, skipping breakfast is a cardinal sin. They say it leads to undesired plumpness. I don\'t want you transforming into a pudgy version of yourself. I quite fancy your current appearance," the Rabbit insisted, its nudges maintaining a insistent rhythm.

"Ugh... Why the commotion so early in the morning?" Rick grumbled in protest. "You\'re a rabbit; your primary job is to hop around, but I\'ve been jumping through hoops for days. Can\'t I catch a break and sleep in peace for once?" he pleaded with the persistent creature.

Resigned to the situation, Rick conjured a handful of herbs seemingly out of nowhere and tossed them towards the rabbit. "Take these and go have your breakfast quietly in the corner. Be a good girl and let me get some shut-eye," he implored, hoping for a reprieve.

However, the rabbit remained undeterred. Selecting a choice plant from the herb assortment, it hopped near Rick\'s face, attempting to playfully tickle his ear. Rick\'s patience reached its limit, and just as he was about to grab the mischievous rabbit by its neck and throw it out of the window, a knock on the door interrupted the impending showdown.

"Aghhh..." Rick lifted his neck to cast an annoyed glance at the door, expressing his frustration by aggressively burying his head back into the pillow.

Groggily, Rick peeled himself from the bed, his eyes battling against the morning light seeping through the window. The room, adorned with opulent furnishings, hinted at the lavishness of his surroundings. A quick glance at the antique clock on the bedside table revealed that it was only nine-thirty in the morning. "It\'s still early," he muttered, his steps carrying him reluctantly towards the door.

As he swung the door open, the familiar maid from the previous day greeted him, her uniform immaculate, and her composed demeanor unchanged. Rick, true to his nonchalant nature, tossed a casual, albeit cheeky, comment in her direction. "Are you here to take care of my morning wood?"

Unperturbed, the maid maintained her calm professionalism, responding with a collected tone, "Do you want me to, Mr. Rick?" Without awaiting a response, she gracefully dropped to her knees, hair pulled back, her hand inching towards Rick\'s trousers.

"I\'ve told you, only your beautiful master is worthy of touching that thing down there. Get up," Rick scowled with irritation, prompting the maid to promptly rise and stand before him, her demeanor unfazed by the exchange.

Perplexed by the maid\'s continued presence, Rick questioned, "Didn\'t I make it clear you\'re not supposed to attend to me?"

"I understand, sir. That\'s precisely why I\'ve brought someone else for you to meet," the maid calmly clarified, redirecting her focus to a young boy standing nearby. Rick followed her gaze, discovering a child clad in a diminutive replica of the servants\' uniform, eyes downcast.

Confusion played across Rick\'s face as he inquired, "He is?"

"He\'s here to attend to your needs during your stay," the maid replied. "Rest assured, despite his age, he\'s the most proficient among the prospects we\'re training. You won\'t have any reason to complain."

Flabbergasted, Rick exclaimed, "Are you kidding me? You were about to blow me in front of that kid? Have you lost your mind?"

"He\'s exceptionally professional," the maid calmly responded. "He wouldn\'t disclose anything to anyone."

Rick rubbed his temples, struggling to comprehend the absurdity of the situation. "Professional or not, this is messed up. I didn\'t sign up for this."

Despite Rick\'s protests, the lady persisted in her explanation, her voice unwavering, "We take pride in our service. This young boy has been meticulously trained to anticipate and meet your every need. You\'ll find him discreet and efficient."

Struggling to grasp the bizarre nature of the encounter, Rick couldn\'t help but express his bewilderment. "This... Are all of you guys this weird? It\'s like a circus in here."

The lady, maintaining an air of calm amidst Rick\'s confusion, took a moment to clarify the situation. "Miss has entrusted us with the responsibility of ensuring your utmost comfort during your stay. We\'re simply following her instructions to the letter."

While the conversation unfolded, the young boy stood silently, his gaze fixed downward, giving the impression of being unperturbed by the peculiar circumstances. Sensing the child\'s discomfort, Rick felt compelled to interject, "Look, I don\'t care how \'professional\' he is. I can\'t have a kid involved in... whatever this is."

Undeterred, the lady maintained her composure and responded, "Mr. Rick, rest assured. If you have any specific requests or concerns, we\'re more than willing to accommodate them. Our priority is your comfort and satisfaction."

Growing increasingly frustrated, Rick threw up his hands in exasperation. "This is insane. I didn\'t ask for any of this."

The lady, undeterred and wearing a reassuring smile, responded, "And that\'s precisely what we\'re providing – an unparalleled experience. I\'m confident you\'ll come to appreciate our commitment to excellence. Sometimes, the best things happen when we least expect them."

Leaning against the bar, Rick nursed his scotch, his gaze sweeping across the room. The dim lights cast a shadow on his furrowed brow, and a subtle frown creased his face when he observed the young boy standing nervously by the entrance. Turning to the lady beside him, her face impeccably framed by perfectly styled hair, he couldn\'t shake off the sense of disquiet that hung in the air.

"I don\'t care what you think. Do you think I am some kind of a predator? Going after young boys?" Rick\'s voice carried a stern edge, his unwavering gaze fixed on the lady.

Unfazed, the lady politely shook her head. "No, sir. We are well aware that your intentions are not of that nature. You don\'t swing that way. Miss had already informed us about your preferences and assured us of your character."

Rick\'s frown deepened, confusion etching across his face. "This boy is just here to assist you, nothing else," the lady continued, maintaining her composure. "For any other matter, you can always ask the boy, and he will arrange a suitable candidate for you."

A surge of frustration welled up within Rick. "Can you be a little less unreasonable? He\'s just a kid. Do you want me to..." His words hung in the air, unsaid but implied. The lady, perceptive as ever, understood the unspoken threat, a palpable tension lingering in the room.

"Don\'t let his age mislead you. Our staff begins at a young age, and we provide comprehensive training on every aspect... and I mean everything," the lady reassured Rick, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"No, I\'m putting my foot down on this. I won\'t entertain any further discussion," Rick declared firmly, drawing a clear boundary. He couldn\'t entertain the idea of the young boy acting as a mediator for his desires.

"If you insist, sir," the lady acknowledged with a respectful nod. "Do you have any specific preferences for the person who will attend to you?"

Rick\'s eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam, a sly grin forming on his lips. "I\'m thinking someone you know, someone who\'s expressive, you know, with more... assets," he added a suggestive hand gesture, subtly conveying his desire. Rick anticipated that the lady would catch his drift and arrange for a woman with curves and voluptuous charm.

But just as he was about to seal the deal, the system chimed in his head. A quest had materialized, diverting his attention.

[

Quest: Take the boy in, nurture him, and develop him into a great butler.

Time Duration: Learning has no limits. Let the follow you to the end.

Rewards: None. If you chose to accept the request, you will be given five million dollars and it\'s equivalent at the beginning of every year; You will also receive 50,000 Ero points at the beginning of every year.

So, will you accept the quest?

1. Yes

2. No

]

Observing the unfolding scenario, Rick\'s eyes glimmered with a sense of contentment. The boy appeared to be a golden goose, laying riches effortlessly into his lap. All this money without Rick having to lift a finger—it seemed like a stroke of unexpected fortune. Glancing at the boy, who remained awkwardly stationed in the corner, Rick\'s decision became resolute.

He was determined to keep the boy by his side, regardless of any circumstances.

"Wait a minute, hold up," he interjected, his tone now laced with a lighter, mischievous quality. "You mentioned he\'s the best among the best?" Rick sought confirmation, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Yes, sir. I can assure you of that," the lady affirmed with a nod.

"Change of plans. This kid stays with me," Rick declared to the lady.

An eyebrow arched in a subtle acknowledgment of the unexpected turn. "If that\'s what you want, sir. The boy will be in your care," the lady responded, refraining from probing further into Rick\'s decision.

"Is there anything else you desire?" she inquired.

"No, that\'ll be all. You can leave," Rick replied, concluding the exchange with an air of finality.

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