The responsibility of the housekeeper

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So slow…

Even with the roads completely clear, it would take almost two hours to drive from Narita to Yokohama at breakneck speed. Although Mitsuki
wasn't very knowledgeable about traffic, he figured as long as the driver was quick enough to choose the fastest route,
it would be fine .

Dark clouds loomed outside the window, reflecting his face in the glass. In the past year, Mitsuki's jawline had become more
defined , and everyone thought he was becoming more and more like an adult. He'd grown ten centimeters taller, his uniform had been remade twice, and
his desk and chair were too small, so they all had to be replaced.

Although he couldn't compare to the nearly 190-centimeter-tall butler, Irie Masataka, he no longer looked as childish as
before .

Because of his well-defined features, Mitsuki was not only crowned a school idol but also nicknamed "Library Master" by his juniors
.He was too embarrassed to tell Irie about such an embarrassing thing. Mizuki sighed lazily, head bowed.

More than a year had passed since Irie confessed his feelings, and Mizuki was already seventeen.
He didn't want to recall the 360-plus days he and Irie had been apart, because reminiscing was pointless. From
now on, it was a new beginning. The separation was over, and from now on, Irie
would return to Mizuki's side.

"You want me to refuse Irie's marriage proposal? What's going on?" Sayako, who was having
her nails done by her personal nail artist, frowned upon hearing Mizuki's words.

The mother, who was quite proud of her perfect appearance, meticulously cared for even the smallest details like her hands.

The nail artist, though seemingly hesitant, continued her work mechanically
, completely oblivious to the conversation between mother and child.

"Like I said! I still can't do without Irie!" "That's true, but Neko needs Irie
too ! Although Irie has always taken care of you, you're a high school student now, you should
be able to be independent! Irie is no longer just your personal butler." Sayako's words were
true, but if she gave in now, Irie would become Neko's, and for Mitsuki, that
was unacceptable. She couldn't afford not to firmly object.

"Please!" Mitsuki pleaded, bowing her head so hard she almost slammed her forehead against
the coffee .

Sayako felt uneasy and, at a loss, said, "Mizuki! If you really
want Irie to stay by your side, there are things you should do!" "Things I should do?" "You must
prove to everyone that you're not overly dependent on Irie, that you can stand on your own and become the young master of the Mano family.
If you don't do that, and simply don't want Irie to leave because you need her, then even if someone else takes Irie away,
you can't complain, right?" "Then what should I do?" "I'll help you think of a way." "Really
?" "Yes, but you have to promise me first that you'll be patient no matter what happens." "Okay." Mizuki
answered , deliberately suppressing his childish tone, and nodded seriously. If Irie could stay by his side,
he would do anything.

But reality wasn't so kind.

The Mano couple made a condition for Mizuki and Irie.

Although they greatly admired Irie's talent, they worried that keeping Irie and Mizuki together all the time might
lead to Mizuki's over-dependence. To avoid this, they decided to send Irie to a friend's home in England
to learn housekeeping skills. Mizuki would live separately from Irie for a year to prove her independence.

They probably felt that if they didn't, they, as Irie's parents, would be letting down Ningko and her father.
Kind-hearted Ningko felt it was too harsh and sympathized with Mizuki, but her parents didn't change
their minds.

They had no choice but to accept it.

All correspondence, phone calls, and emails were completely forbidden. This was the first time Mizuki's world had been completely separated from Irie.
For the past ten years, Mizuki had never imagined what life would be like without Irie.

Mizuki once again experienced that feeling of helplessness and insecurity, and no one but Irie
could soothe it. The responsibility of caring for Mizuki fell entirely on the new tutor, Fujikura Kyosuke, a
cheerful and lively young man. He was quite warm towards Mitsuki, but this was the only significant difference between him and Irie;
everything else frustrated Mitsuki.

If he couldn't become a suitable master for Irie, he might abandon him one day, and his parents
might also think that Mitsuki had indeed been too dependent on Irie. Because of this, Mitsuki had been working incredibly hard this year
.

Academically, although he couldn't get first place, he would definitely stay within the top five.

But the blow Mitsuki suffered was greater than he had imagined.

After finally confirming their feelings for each other, others seemed to be breaking them up, forcing them to
separate, so Mitsuki was deeply traumatized.

The pain he felt when he separated from Irie still lingered in his heart,
a wound that could never heal.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, pulling Mitsuki back to reality.

"Who is it?" "Young Master Mitsuki, it's me. I'm back." Irie!

Mitsuki was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment: "Young Master Mitsuki?" Irie
asked in surprise.

Mitsuki quickly said in an excited tone, "Come in." The heavy door slowly opened. Mitsuki finally saw
the figure he had been dreaming of.

"...Irie." Irie, dressed in a neat suit, bowed respectfully to Mitsuki.

"Young Master Mitsuki, I've returned from England. I'm so sorry for being away from you for so long."
"Welcome back...." Mitsuki's voice was hoarse, and he suppressed the urge to rush over and hug Irie, only
welcoming him with a smile blooming on his cherry-red lips. "Could you come closer for a moment?" Hearing Mitsuki say this, Irie
moved closer.

Facing Irie, whom he hadn't seen for so long, Mitsuki was stunned for a long time. Irie's masculine and handsome
face with a hint of melancholy, was so incredibly handsome.

"Was the flight tiring?" Mitsuki originally wanted to say something more heartfelt, but now that they were actually meeting again, he could only
say some irrelevant things.

Irie, who was staring intently at Mitsuki, seemed to want to say something. She opened her mouth slightly, but then shook her head.

She longed to kiss those lips. She wanted to confirm whether Irie still loved her.

Driven by this impulse, Mitsuki unconsciously reached out her hand to Irie. Just then, the knocking sounded
again . Startled, Mitsuki quickly withdrew her hand and invited the person in.

"Excuse me, I heard Mr. Irie is back." A loud voice echoed, causing Mitsuki to reflexively
put on a stiff smile.

Irie slowly turned to face the sudden appearance of the third person.

"Irie, my tutor, Mr. Fujikura Kyosuke.

" "I am Irie Masataka," Irie said earnestly, giving a respectful bow.

Mitsuki thought that, in terms of both being employed, Irie and Fujikura were no different; that was
probably just out of politeness.

"I am Fujikura, and I will continue to work as a tutor for the time being. Please take care of me from now on ."

Fujikura and Irie were both hired as Mano's tutors and also took care of Mizuki.
Standing together, Fujikura was slightly taller than Irie, muscular, and quite fit. He was very
sociable and always had a cheerful smile, making him a memorable young man.

"It's our first meeting. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me while I was away."
"Not at all, it's what I should do. By the way, Mizuki, what about today's homework?" Hearing Fujikura address
Mizuki by her first name, Irie frowned slightly but didn't pursue what he considered inappropriate behavior.

"It's... finished, don't worry. Thank you, Kyosuke-san." Mizuki said in an extremely unnatural and
stiff tone. Irie probably wouldn't find it strange! Calling him Kyosuke-san was
one of the agreements between Mizuki and Fujikura, but being so close to her tutor might get her scolded by Irie. Mizuki secretly glanced at Irie's expression. He showed no emotion, remaining as calm and respectful

as ever . Has he changed in this year? Or is he still the same, unchanged? "The boss and his wife will be back tonight, so I'll eat out and come back later." "Okay, I understand ." Mitsuki wanted to be alone with Irie as soon as possible, so she briefly ended her conversation with Fujikura. Fujikura probably sensed the atmosphere as well, so he took his leave. "That's... quite a straightforward way of speaking!" "Ah! Mr. Kyosuke? He wants me to treat him like an older brother, so he decided to do this..." When Fujikura took over as the tutor, he directly suggested to the Mano couple that for Mitsuki's education, they shouldn't spoil him too much or treat him differently. Perhaps because twenty-year-olds are more outspoken, her parents started to pay attention to things they had never thought of before, and thus accepted Fujikura's opinion. But perhaps it's because Fujikura is the son of a subordinate that they are particularly lenient with him! "Do you think it's easier this way?" "Hmm... it's better this way!" Mitsuki's answer was somewhat ambiguous . Compared to Fujikura, Irie saw Mitsuki as the future head of the Mano family, deliberately cultivating his character. The two were in opposition, and Mitsuki, realizing this, felt a little regretful about his answer. "But Irie is Irie! Anything taught by Irie is good." "Even though we've only been apart for a year, you've already become an adult." "That's because I'm already a second-year high school student! In a while, I'll be a complete adult ." "I see." Irie muttered to himself, nodding respectfully. "Tell me first, is England fun? Tell me everything." Mitsuki told him to sit down, and Irie sat directly opposite him. He had wanted to kiss him, but it would be terrible if they were caught. "The Lankton family I serve is quite beautiful, and everyone in his family is quite excellent. I'm extremely grateful to have been able to stay there for a year." "That's... a good student's answer!" "Hmm. " Irie gave a faint smile, making Mitsuki feel that he was more mature than a year ago, and her heart ached. Suppressing the urge to rush up and hug him, Miyuki desperately wanted to hold him tightly and tell him that Irie was the one he loved most. " I've fulfilled my duty as his master; shouldn't I be worthy of Irie's affection? Will he dislike me?" The more Miyuki thought about it, the more uneasy he became, feeling a wave of fear. Too lazy to dry his hair, Miyuki collapsed onto the bed in his bathrobe and closed his eyes. Perhaps he was too excited today; he felt exhausted. Even so, his spirits were still high, and he didn't want to sleep, because Irie was under the same roof! Actually, Miyuki wanted to ask Irie if he still felt that love he should have received a year ago. He wondered if Irie had someone he liked there. Thinking about this, Miyuki was incredibly worried, but Irie was probably tired from jet lag! He shouldn't go to see him today. Even with this thought, all his thoughts remained unanswered, swirling in his mind. Because Irie had only touched Miyuki that one time; after that, he went to England, leaving Miyuki with only those few kisses. Thinking of those kisses, Miyuki's heart couldn't help but flutter. Several hours had passed since he returned, and they hadn't had a proper conversation. Although Miyuki had asked him about his life in England during dinner, Irie had given her irrelevant answers, leaving Miyuki quite dissatisfied. It would be better to ask him tomorrow; it wouldn't be good for Irie to be too tired. Although Miyuki thought this, she couldn't find any relief for the year-long longing she had been holding back. At least one kiss. Irie shouldn't be angry about such a request! Miyuki quietly stood up and tiptoed down the corridor. Irie's room was at the end of the first floor, and Fujikura was currently living opposite her. To be on the safe side, Miyuki knocked on the door first, hearing Irie's calm voice ask, "Who is it?" Miyuki quietly opened the door. Irie was wearing casual trousers and a shirt, and frowned slightly upon seeing Miyuki . "Is there something you need?" "I came to see you." "So late, still here?" "I'll be right there .""You're back now!" Mitsuki was quite unhappy about being scolded, so Irie shrugged and left the door open. He deliberately stepped aside to let Mitsuki in. "Ah! Your hair is still wet. Please wait a moment!" Water dripped from Mitsuki's hair, wetting her cheeks and temples.

Mitsuki sat alone on Irie's bed. The room contained only a desk, a chair, and a slightly larger single bed.

Compared to Mitsuki's room, this was an overly plain and undecorated space. It had been exactly a year since he
last entered. Because he was afraid that thinking of Irie would cause him pain, Mitsuki
hadn't come in even once during Irie's absence.

Irie came in with a new towel. "Sorry to keep you waiting." "Ah... um." Mitsuki couldn't bring
himself to dry himself; he was eagerly anticipating contact with Irie. Even just a little bit would be fine.

Through the towel, Mitsuki felt the movement of Irie's fingers, a strange
sensation of energy slowly seeping from the deepest part of his body, gradually growing warm.

"You still haven't told me how you spent your time while I was gone." Mitsuki was startled;
he had never imagined that Irie would be interested in his life.

Of course, there were many things he wanted to tell Irie, many things he wanted to hear, but given the current situation, Mitsuki couldn't
organize his thoughts, so he unconsciously and carelessly uttered words that even he himself was afraid of.

"...There's nothing to say!" Upon hearing Mitsuki's words, Irie fell silent, somewhat displeased
. Then, as if to rouse himself, he spoke again.

"Is it all things you can't tell me?" Irie, bent over, spoke in a voice as sharp as
a feather , stimulating Mitsuki's hearing. Hearing his voice sent a numbing, painful sensation slowly spreading through his body.

"No, it's not like that! During this time apart, there really isn't anything to say." Mitsuki said, because being
face-to-face with Irie like this was undeniably real, and he didn't want to recall the past.

Without saying a word, Irie's fingers slid across Mitsuki's skin as if applying something.

A year ago, Mitsuki wouldn't have thought about anything, but tonight he was acutely aware of every movement of Irie's fingers,
and his body seemed to be reacting, making him feel embarrassed.

"...I'm sorry, Irie." Mitsuki quietly pushed Irie away, leaving his side, not wanting
him to know that he was almost unable to control his increasingly hot lower body.

Mitsuki turned his back to Irie.

"Did I do something to upset you?" "No...it's...it's bad."
With his heels drooping Mitsuki continued, "I just wanted Irie to touch me, so...isn't that a little strange
..." The moment he finished speaking, Irie grabbed Mitsuki's chin and roughly kissed his lips.

Irie's tongue slipped between Mitsuki's slightly parted lips, and in his shock, Mitsuki
didn't even have time to resist before Irie's hot tongue ravaged his mouth.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm..." Mitsuki could only make indistinct sounds, while Irie, savoring
the warmth in Mitsuki's mouth, seemed to be staring at him with a seductive gaze.

"No...no! Irie...you're already tired, aren't you?" Considering the other's feelings was
one of the important tasks of a master. Mitsuki couldn't just focus on satisfying his own desires and forget to consider Irie's feelings.

"This...is good..." Mitsuki desperately tried to speak calmly.

"Where did you learn that kind of thing?" Irie's voice deepened, and Mitsuki, startled by the tense atmosphere
, looked up.

"Huh?" "Dressed like that, running to your lover's room. Did you only intend to get a kiss?" "No...
I didn't... intend to..." Mitsuki panicked, her voice rising.

"Does what you can't tell me include your decadent lifestyle?" Mitsuki couldn't answer,
feeling like she couldn't breathe.

"Judging from your eagerness, you really are an adult now." With that,
Irie pushed Mitsuki onto the bed. Mitsuki felt embarrassed, shy, and her heart pounding, making her face flush red.

Looking at Irie's face, which she dreamed of so often, at such close range—handsome and masculine, the kind of
face every man dreamed of, almost perfect.

"Irie..." Irie lifted the hem of Mitsuki's bathrobe, stroking Mitsuki's knee with her large hand, then
slowly moving down to her thigh.

Mitsuki hadn't been touched in a long time. Irie's lewd touch sent a shiver down Mitsuki's spine
.

"You have the right to refuse. If you have no feelings for me, please refuse me." "I can't find
any reason to refuse you," Mitsuki said, nodding. "I've been waiting for you all this time, all this time..." Irie, hearing that
unexpected and passionate confession, instantly showed a pained expression, then buried her face in Mitsuki's shoulder.

The excitement of being touched again after a year made Mitsuki's body hot, almost to
the point of being drenched in sweat.

"Are you running a fever?" Irie didn't know if she was teasing him or genuinely concerned.

A year had passed, and there was a subtle distance between them, something Mitsuki could
sense .

"You wouldn't have felt excited before, would you?" Just as Irie said, Mitsuki
was no longer the innocent Mitsuki of the past. After a year, he knew a little about sex and knew
that it was shameful to be pinned down by a man like this and not be able to help but feel excited.

"I've never seen an expression like this before." Irie muttered to himself, seemingly regretting something,
then lifted the collar of Mitsuki's bathrobe and gently pinched his right nipple with his fingers, pulling harder.

Mitsuki felt pain, and his body stiffened. The pink nipple,
after being licked and sucked by Irie a few times, slowly darkened in color.

"No...no! No..." Mitsuki's voice of refusal sounded quite weak.

"Why? You didn't hate it before!" "Ah...um...ah! Ah..." Mitsuki
could speak properly and desperately tried to regulate his breathing. Even so, it seemed unable to stop Irie's desire; he insisted
on licking.

Can his body still arouse Irie's desire

?"No... there... it hurts..." "If you only felt pain, you wouldn't feel this way! It
's turned red here. I can tell how you feel." The place that Mitsuki hated most being touched by fingers was now
aroused . He had pinched it himself while showering. He hadn't felt anything then!

But Irie's pinching was different. It was as if Irie was a sensor inside Mitsuki's body; just this kneading and caressing was
enough to make Mitsuki hard. Irie finally untied the sash of his bathrobe, completely opening the hem.

"Iri...Irie..." Mitsuki trembled as he tried to stop him.

"Can't I see?" "It's too embarrassing..." "Why?" Mitsuki couldn't say it, unable to explain
the burning heat he felt from the kiss.

His uncontrollable semen was already dripping stickily, and any slight movement of his upper body would
cause his clothes to touch that area, letting Irie know about his lewd reaction.

Mitsuki couldn't be honest with Irie about such a shameful thing, so he pretended to push him away.

"I am your butler, and it is necessary for me to know everything about Master Mitsuki," Irie whispered, lifting
Mitsuki's thin chin with his right hand and forcefully opening his mouth. He kissed his lips teasingly, savoring
the tenderness, repeating the kiss several times.

Mitsuki's mind was no longer functioning.

Perhaps a gentle kiss was no longer enough; Irie continued to suck on Mitsuki's soft, swollen
lips , licking his gums with his tongue.

Completely clueless about any techniques, Mitsuki could only let him play with her.

Taking advantage of this moment, Irie lifted his bathrobe again.

"No!" Because he wasn't wearing underwear, Mitsuki's completely exposed lower body was showing
signs of pleasure, displaying complete arousal.

"No...please! Irie..." Mitsuki was terrified of letting Irie know his lewd side.

"No." Today, Irie was unusually cold, unlike the Irie Mitsuki knew, which made Mitsuki feel a pang of
bitterness .

"Young Master Mitsuki, did you answer me when I came back?" "This...is...of course!" "In that case,
let me see the evidence, evidence that no one else touched you except me." Irie's voice was hoarse and burning
, and he once again used his large hand to cover Mitsuki's genitals. Mitsuki's body trembled violently, and Irie
gently rubbed it with his fingertips, making Mitsuki almost cry out.

Mitsuki dared not make any shameful cries, afraid that others would know that his body was aroused.

"Why not?" "It's...too embarrassing...ah!" "Why?" "
It's...so sticky..." Just being gently touched by someone he liked made him unable to control his excitement
. He felt so ashamed, and Mitsuki began to sob.

"Hmm...I've already come! But you seem to be able to hold back more and more." Irie moved Mitsuki
's body slightly and kissed his genitals.

"Ah!" Mitsuki hadn't expected this and involuntarily screamed. Although he had been
touched before, he was still afraid of being touched again. Even so, his body still anticipated it.

"There...no..." "Why?" "It feels...very...strange..." "
Doesn't it feel good?" Irie's lips kept moving over Mitsuki's genitals, kissing them lightly, which
made Mitsuki's body tremble.

Finally, Mitsuki couldn't stop and covered his face with his hands so that no one could see.

"Or is it because you know how lewd you'll become that you're rejecting me?" "No... Ah! Irie
!" Irie took Mitsuki's semen-covered genitals into her mouth,
licking them , then taking them entirely into her mouth.

Mitsuki's waist trembled uncontrollably; the sweet pleasure of being enveloped in warmth made her unable to control herself, twisting her waist
incessantly .

"Mmm! Mmm... Mmm..." "See! This way it won't feel sticky here anymore." Under Irie's
skillful caresses and guidance, Mitsuki no longer knew what to
do with Every time she moved her waist, Irie's lips would press there, preventing her from doing anything.

"No... No... No!" Irie finally realized Mitsuki's seriousness.

"I understand." Irie made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, tightly encircling the base of Mitsuki's genitals.

"Ahhh!" Mitsuki screamed in shock, but Irie didn't care.

Irie was also excited; his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

"Feeling strange, so you don't want it anymore?" Irie said in a deliberately teasing tone, licking Mitsuki
's genitals again. Perhaps stimulated by the tongue, Mitsuki could no longer resist and began to writhe, responding to
Irie's movements like a manipulated puppet.

The waves of pleasure became increasingly unbearable. Gradually, Mitsuki slowly relaxed her hands, sprawling on the sheets,
clutching them tightly as if pleading for help. The thought of what her expression might be filled her
with fear .

Her face flushed, her eyes glistening, her clothes disheveled, and she was constantly panting and making sweet
moans.

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