The Villainous Male Supporting Character Courts Death Every Day : Chapter 3: Rippling

By the time Milo woke, night had already fallen. He felt dizzy and disoriented, and called out hoarsely while holding his forehead: “Kyle.”

Kyle answered and entered, quickly walking to Milo’s bedside and helping him sit up against the pillows: “Young master, you are awake. Are you hungry? Have something to eat.”

Milo watched in a daze as servants filed in, setting up a small table on the bed and arranging several cool and refreshing dishes. He had slept too long, his limbs were sore and weak, and he was still somewhat in a fog. Coming back to his senses and seeing the table full of fine food, he felt a surge of irritation for no reason, and waved away the utensils: “I have no appetite. Take it away.”

Kyle was not surprised by this, merely advising respectfully: “Young master, even if you have no appetite, eat a little. Otherwise it will not be good for your stomach.”

Milo frowned, his golden eyes glaring coldly at Kyle, his tone firm: “I said take it away. Do you not understand?”

Kyle observed the young man’s complexion, guessing that he was feeling unwell yet putting on a brave face, so he was simply lashing out. He did not call him out on it, merely soothing him gently: “Very well, young master. Only if you are hungry tonight, please instruct the kitchen to prepare food.”

Having said this, Kyle sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a bowl of chilled sweet soup, and scooped a spoonful to feed Milo. The moment his dry lips touched the cool soup, he immediately sucked it in.

Milo ate more than half the bowl one spoonful after another, when suddenly he caught a whiff of the food aroma wafting before him and felt a wave of nausea. Irritated, he waved away Kyle’s hand and got up to sit on a nearby sofa.

Seeing Kyle reach out to clear the table, Milo interrupted impatiently: “Enough, let someone else do that. Come here and massage my legs.”

It turned out that Milo was delicate and precious. Having ridden a horse for a while in the morning, he had not only gotten heatstroke but also felt pain and swelling in both legs.

Kyle walked over to Milo and knelt down, massaging his legs for a while. He felt the young man’s muscles were stiff and tense, so he got up to fetch some medicinal ointment, rolled up the young man’s silk sleeping robe, and revealed jade-like fair long legs.

Kyle placed the young man’s feet in his lap, his ten fingers pressing on the tender skin, rubbing in the ointment to slowly release its medicinal effect.

Milo let out a deep breath, leaning back against the chair and humming softly. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his body grew more and more at ease. He only felt that Kyle’s fingertips carried just the right amount of pressure, and the soreness and pain eased considerably.

Kyle’s massaging movements were rhythmic and steady. He slowly increased his strength, kneading along the lines of the legs to ensure Milo could fully relax: “Young master, I will increase the pressure a bit more. Please bear with it, otherwise it will be even more sore tomorrow.”

Milo neither agreed nor disagreed, comfortably squinting his eyes like a tamed little kitten, only missing the purring.

After a round of massage, most of Milo’s discomfort had faded. He felt refreshed and in excellent spirits. Watching Kyle attend to him with lowered eyes, his mischievous thoughts arose again. Propping his chin, he smiled: “Kyle, I want a bath.”

As if he had already seen through what bad idea Milo would come up with, Kyle had long since prepared everything. He said submissively: “Young master, the hot water is already ready. You may bathe at any time.”

Hearing this, Milo stood up eagerly, when suddenly his legs went weak and he fell into Kyle’s arms, caught by Kyle’s quick hands. It turned out that the young man normally did not exercise much. His muscles had been tense and sore, and after the massage they relaxed. After a day of tightening and loosening, his legs were now giving out.

Kyle steadily caught Milo, understanding the situation, and said: “Young master, you have been busy today. Your body must be extremely tired. Let me carry you to the bathroom.” Saying this, without waiting for Milo to speak, he lifted Milo up by the waist.

“You! Put me down!” The young master who loved to put on airs flushed with anger. Helplessly, his limbs were limp and he could not struggle free, so he could only swing his fist and pound it against the man’s chest.

The man did not budge an inch, his steps steady, carrying Milo straight to the bathroom. Feeling the young master soft against his chest, the corner of Kyle’s mouth curved slightly. He coaxed in a low voice, his tone gentle as if soothing a child: “Young master, do not move around carelessly. Be careful not to fall.”

Though Milo felt humiliated, his body’s exhaustion was beyond his control. There were many servants’ eyes in the mansion. The more he struggled, the worse it would look. For the moment, he could only blush and let Kyle carry him, grinding his teeth inwardly, thinking of how to settle accounts with him later.

Kyle looked down, seeing the young master’s gritted teeth, and the curve of his mouth deepened imperceptibly. He steadily carried Milo through the corridor, arriving at the bathroom before setting the young master down. Skillfully, he helped him remove his clothes and assisted him into the bath. The warm water enveloped Milo’s body, making the young man squint comfortably.

Kyle was about to bow and withdraw when Milo suddenly spoke: “Come scrub my back, Butler Kyle.”

Kyle was startled, his black eyes lowering, and said respectfully: “Yes, young master.”

The bathroom was filled with steam. Before long, Kyle was sweating all over, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. He knelt outside the bath, his fingers covered in foam, rubbing in circles across the young man’s fair and smooth skin.

The warm and tender sensation of his fingertips was already tormenting enough, yet the young man would moan softly from time to time. Each sound was like a cat scratching at Kyle’s heart. Kyle wiped away his sweat without showing any sign, but then heard Milo say again: “Help me massage a bit. It feels sore.”

“Yes, young master.” Kyle gathered his focus, his fingers pressing and kneading along the skin, accompanied by Milo’s humming and groaning. Kyle only felt his hands growing softer and softer. Suddenly, for no reason, he said: “Young master, soaking in the bath right now is perfect. It can relieve the symptoms of heatstroke.”

“Who said I had heatstroke.” The young master still had his eyes closed, merely raising his brows in slight anger to scold him, trying to save face. But at this moment his voice was low and hoarse, lazy and alluring. Hearing this, Kyle felt his whole body go weak. He immediately decided that silence was golden and spoke no more.

“Yes, young master. You did not have heatstroke. I was wrong.”

The young master enjoyed himself for quite a while, his whole body relaxed and comfortable. Turning his head, he saw that Kyle’s clothes were more than half wet from attending to his bath. A satisfied, mischievous smile appeared: “Kyle, your clothes are all wet. Touching your wounds must be very uncomfortable, right?”

Kyle lowered his eyes, looking at his soaked clothes. What was there not to understand? He smiled bitterly inwardly, yet showed nothing on his face. Even to please the young master, he put on an expression of grievance and endurance: “The young master is right. Wearing wet clothes is rather uncomfortable. Please do not worry. I can endure it.”

“How could I bear to watch you suffer? Take them off.” The young man’s eyes sparkled brightly. He could not wait to admire the results of tormenting Kyle all day. His voice trembled lightly, whether from the bath or from excitement.

Kyle was startled. His eyes, deep as a dark pool, flashed with a trace of disturbance. He hesitated: “…Young master, this is against the rules.”

Before nobles, servants generally only removed their clothes when being punished. At any other time, they must be properly dressed. This was respect for the nobility and also the dignity of a servant.

“It is fine. You are my most beloved servant. Making an exception for you is no problem.” Milo raised his brows slightly, his golden eyes flashing with a playful light. Saying this, he poured a large amount of scented bath oil into the bath, his fair fingers stirring the foam, his tone infinitely gentle: “Do not stay outside either. What if you catch a cold? Come in and soak with me.”

Letting the scented bath oil sting his wounds seemed to be punishment for the man’s hesitation. Milo leaned lazily against the edge of the bath, the corners of his mouth full of unconcealed malice. His golden eyes shimmered together with the rippling water, staring straight at Kyle, looking as if the man would not get past this if he did not comply.

Kyle looked at him with a solemn face, silent for a long while, before taking a deep breath and responding respectfully: “Thank you, young master. Then I will gratefully accept your kindness.”