5 Becoming drunk from milk
Thyme;
Thyme was born to parents who were servant class.
They served those who were above them to survive, ensuring their children received a better life.
Thyme had not wanted to serve, but what could he do when he was reduced to feeling hopeless and despair?
For a promise that his younger brother will have a decent life after the death of his parents. Thyme had sold himself to this ship. Becoming a rank four servant, he will be a butler to one of the ranked competitors. His payment will be transferred and used for his younger brother.
He must serve the competitor regardless of the commands.
He knew he would die here, anyway; the sea is the most dangerous place on the planet because it had barely been explored with those who had ventured further had never returned.
Thyme felt that even if he returned, because he knew the secrets he will be killed.
Heh!
Now he had to choose once again if he wished to live or die.
What was the worth of his life, anyway?
Serving is his duty anyway, so accepting her demand is no issue.
Thyme bowed once more with his left hand, crossing over to cover his heart, serve the master he had already been forced to serve, heh how easy.
"It is my duty to serve the miss."
The beautiful girl with golden skin looked across at him with gem-like green eyes.
He thought to himself; that this girl looked so innocent, yet her aura had the scent of blood and death. It suffocated him, forcing him to accept rather than reject.
In fact, Thyme felt that if he denied her request his death would be painful.
"You are a smart male. Perhaps your life will be long. Verbal confirmation; for now, is enough."
Thyme stood tall and looked to the left side slightly above the young miss Wu's head, waiting for her to continue, feeling that she had more to say.
"It will be exciting if you do betray me in the future,"
----
Saying that, I stood from my seat, turned and entered my inner rooms, leaving the butler alone, my four-armed monkey following me.
"Dismissed,"
Inside, I lazed a bit before simply falling asleep.
When I woke, I opened my transparent screen and began with the help of the system to create a program that could get rid of the traps where my other meat shields--er, classmates were located.
It took a while, around ten minutes, but that was not too bad. After I finished, I then sent it out and have it disable all of those tricky items and have the diagnosis forwarded to me.
"Well, s*it! My pre-mated mates had some interesting traps."
I felt dumbfounded by this.
I mean it's a damn test, why the hell would you put aphrodisiac within the private quarters?
My eye twitched, (Host, please keep your emotions levelled, your level is not high enough and though you have 75% life force it is being reduced at a more rapid pace than it can be replenished.)
Pre-mated mates almost being seduced= less important.
Life force being drained= more important.
I calmed myself, becoming Zen.
"Master, a meal has been prepared and delivered by the lowly male."
Closing my screen, I looked at the four-armed monkey male and flashed a smile, then stood smoothing out my slightly wrinkled clothing.
"Has it been placed on the dining table?"
"Yes, master,"
"I will be there shortly,"
A while later, I exited and looked at the 'small' dining table, which had an assortment of dishes.
My mouth watered, but it has been ingrained within me already to eat as ladylike as possible.
Taking my seat, I placed the napkin in my lap, picked up the cutlery and slowly began to eat the meal.
The first three dishes were fine, but the fourth I placed aside feeling quite puzzled.
'System, can you scan that dish?'
(Host, it has been scanned; it contains milk. This is something that can cause the host to become temporarily drunk due to your body's construction.)
"Four arm, find out who made that dish and bring them to me."
"Yes, master,"
sitting there, I thought back to the time I had basically become a drunk.
It was hilarious thinking about such a thing, becoming drunk from milk.
how stupid is that!
still, to be schemed like this, who else knew that I have this sort of reaction to milk?
---
Steven Bugkin, had seen the only daughter of the Wu family board the ship.
Glimpsed her petite for walking around the ship seemingly demure behind the slave or commonly known as a personal butler. He found the name comical for someone who sold themselves to the ship, giving up their freedom and even their life.
Even if these slaves lived surviving after the sea test, they will be owned by the students and therefore allowed to enroll in the secondary school to serve their master.
This is from Steven Bugkin's knowledge the head reason most joined besides the payment earned directly after signing away their freedom.
Steven Bugkin was perverse enough to play with his butler. He is just a slave, after all.
He had also always wanted to f*ck a male.
"Master, it has been done."
The servant boy returned and bowed. Steven Bugkin upon hearing those words smiled. His head turned gaze falling on the delicate servant to spare him a glance transferred a few credits to him and then smiled.
With a slight gesture, he had someone follow the servant boy then kill him before throwing him overboard.
"Master, he has been disposed of."
"Mm,"
With another insignificant gesture, Steven Bugkin ordered the trembling servant girl to come close.
Raising his hand once she was naked he dragged her to him and then proceeded to 'reward' her generously.
Steven Bugkin felt utter joy in her yelps and cries as he drilled into her with his aching length stroke after stroke.
A while later he laid with his eyes closed relaxed while she wept beside him. A lullaby in his ears.
Yawning, he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep.
