The Villainous Male Supporting Character Courts Death Every Day : Chapter 19

When Kyle returned to the villa, he saw a line of punished servants kneeling in the front yard. Among those working at the villa and those brought from the Duke’s estate, there were no exceptions, and several of them had bloody whip marks on their backs, hands, and feet.

Kyle frowned and strode past. Milo never disciplined the servants and rarely even spoke to them. He only disciplined Kyle, laying the blame for anything unpleasant squarely on Kyle’s shoulders. To suddenly beat a whole group of people like this was both the result of being consumed by anger and a direct slap across Kyle’s face.

The only old steward who was spared waited at the entrance. Seeing Kyle approach, he gave him a knowing look. Kyle understood, pushed the door open, and walked toward the dining room.

The interior of the villa was in complete disarray. Torn curtains, overturned cabinets, and shattered porcelain and glass covered the floor. Anything that could be smashed or turned over had been left untouched, as if it had been swept through by a storm.

Walking into the dining room, the room itself was completely intact. Milo sat regally at the head of the table. The evening glow was dim, and the window light took on a grayish-blue hue, resembling a thin mist that quietly enveloped the space. On the table, there was only a six-branched candelabra and a table full of food that had hardly been touched.

The candlelight was dim and yellow, and Milo was still draped in a nightshirt, holding a wine glass and drinking alone. His blonde hair was fluffy and messy, and his cheeks blushed with a tipsy flush, yet his posture remained lazy without losing elegance, carrying a natural nobility.

Seeing Kyle arrive, he broke into a smile, raised his glass in greeting, and taunted, “Steward Kyle is certainly looking grand. Now that you have received your father’s orders, you don’t put me in your eyes anymore, do you?”

Kyle walked to Milo’s side, picked up the red wine bottle, and calmly refilled the young master’s glass: “You exaggerate, young master. This humble servant always keeps you in mind.”

“I hardly dare accept that praise.” Milo propped his chin with one hand, watching lazily as the red liquid swayed, refracting a sparkling shimmer under the candlelight that matched and shone brightly with his golden eyes, dancing within the light of his pupils: “You asked for leave to go out, promising to return to serve before dinner. How is it that I have already finished my meal only to see you show up now?”

In fact, the time was not even seven o’clock yet, and Kyle had indeed rushed back before dinner, but Milo had simply advanced the mealtime. Without offering any explanation at the moment, Kyle assumed his posture and bowed deeply: “It was this humble servant’s negligence. Please punish me, young master.”

“Hmph, how would I dare punish you? Everyone listens to you, and Father listens to you too.” Milo swirled his wine glass, watching the rippling red vortex, and whispered dangerously, “Now that my luck has turned, you are enjoying infinite glory.”

“This humble servant wouldn’t dare. I am merely loyal to my duties, and everything is entirely at the young master’s command. There will never be the slightest overstepping of bounds.” Kyle maintained his bowing posture, his gaze landing on the young master’s bare, delicate feet under the table. They were white, tender, and smooth, with round toes curling and flexing playfully and cutely, and it was anyone’s guess where his slippers had been kicked off.

“Is that so? Then give me a report on everyone you saw when you went outside today.” The golden eyes coldly glanced at the man’s submissive posture, yet felt not the slightest bit of relief.

Kyle stated concisely: “I met with the head of the Cultural Review Board, had a meal with the director of the Printing Bureau and the chief of security, hosted several merchant groups and lords from the northern territories, and met with the president of the Music Association.”

Milo impatiently took a sip of wine. He didn’t recognize a single one of the people mentioned, had no clue what was going on, and felt all the more annoyed. He sneered, “Steward Kyle is certainly making quite a splash. No wonder you’re about to climb over my head.”

Kyle slowly straightened up, his black eyes deep and devoid of fluctuation: “These were assigned by the Duke, all within the line of duty, and I dare not slack off.”

Hearing Kyle mention the Duke, the young master’s mouth twitched slightly. Staring dead at Kyle as if breathing fire, he clenched his wine glass and rasped, “You speak so righteously, but do you dare say you didn’t go see Miss Charlotte?”

Kyle lowered his eyelids, a muscle twitching on his forehead, and spoke in a suppressed voice: “No, I have not seen her.”

“Heh,” catching the trace of displeasure on Kyle’s face, Milo was delighted by the sight. The fingers propping his chin tapped against his ear, and he teased playfully, “I don’t believe it. Prove it to me.”

Kyle said flatly, “Young master can freely ask the servants and coachmen who accompanied me today, and you will know.”

“They are all your people. Is there any need for me to ask? Let’s just verify your identity directly instead.” Milo lifted his chin with a malicious smile: “Take off your clothes. Strip completely naked.”

Kyle’s face darkened, his gaze growing deep and dark as ink, quietly watching Milo, while Milo returned a provocative, teasing look. After a moment of mutual staring, Kyle raised his hands and rustled off his clothes. Before long, his mature, straight male physique was presented to Milo without reservation.

Broad shoulders, a full chest, and well-defined abdominal muscles—every inch of muscle was filled with masculine strength.

As the man stripped away his clothes and stood naked before him, Milo’s gaze grew even colder.

Clothes make the man; no matter how dashing someone might be, once stripped of their outer garments, they should appear like a bare, helpless animal, wretched and fragile. Yet Kyle’s expression was calm and his posture elegant, resembling a Greek statue displaying his excellence, which pricked at Milo’s eyes and nerves.

Tapping his fingertips lightly against the wine glass, Milo smiled chillingly and snorted, “Kneel, beast.”

The man knelt down cleanly and decisively, lowering his head and dropping his gaze to fully display a posture of submission. Milo narrowed his golden eyes, tilting his head to appreciate Kyle’s perfect body up close. The crisscrossing scars covering it were his greatest comfort.

Lifting one foot, he stepped onto Kyle’s muscular chest. His warm, jade-like toes wandered across the chest, tracing the shapes of the scars, and he sighed, “Your wounds have all healed. You’ve really had it easy lately.”

Kyle lowered his gaze, keeping his hands submissively at his sides as he allowed the young master to trample him. A faint itch radiated from his chest, causing it to heave slightly as he suppressed the surging desire within. His voice was low and rasped, “It is all the young master’s grace. This humble servant is endlessly grateful.”

Milo smiled viciously, his toes ambiguously brushing against Kyle’s nipple. Watching the man’s body instantly stiffen, he let out a pleased laugh.

Curling his lips in mockery, he scrutinised Kyle’s reaction with keen interest, his toes lightly toying with that sensitive protrusion: “Heh, Steward Kyle is quite sensitive, aren’t you? Did you really not touch any women?”

Kyle’s face turned livid, his whole body tense, and his ten fingers clenched into fists. He tried his best to restrain himself, yet could not hide his body’s instinctive reaction. His nipple grew hard and erect, and he lowered his eyelids to cover the burning desire blazing in the depths of his eyes.

Milo’s touch felt like a flame igniting all his senses. Striving to suppress his body’s instinctive reactions while maintaining a submissive posture, his voice was hoarse and low: “Young master… please stop…”

Milo’s eyes curved into smiles as he appreciated Kyle’s enduring expression. Suddenly, his toes slipped, sliding down between the man’s legs and lightly stepping onto the man’s private parts.

Kyle let out a muffled grunt, veins bulging on his forehead and his back muscles tightening. Though he still knelt as straight as a board, he trembled faintly, as if holding back an immense urge.

“Steward Kyle… you really are grand and impressive…” The sole of the foot maliciously and repeatedly trod lightly, feeling the man’s massive size. Even without an erection, it was still quite substantial. The young master sneered, “It must leave young ladies lingering in longing and dreams.”

Feeling Milo’s burning gaze lingering on his crotch, Kyle grew feverish all over, his breathing rapid. Anger and desire burned within him like a raging blaze, almost swallowing him whole and making him wish he could grab that jade foot between his legs and bite it fiercely.

Yet that little foot persisted in kicking around recklessly, teasing his crotch into a state of gradual congestion. He bit his teeth down hard, fine beads of sweat seeping from his temples as he used all his strength to suppress every single inch of muscle, his entire body trembling slightly.

Milo grew even more brazen, his toes scratching lightly against the man’s giant form as he spoke tauntingly, “Steward Kyle’s desires are running high, aren’t they? With things like this, do you still have the heart to focus on serving me? No wonder you’re nowhere to be found all day long.”

Kyle gritted his teeth in silence, his eyes lowered and his eyelashes fluttering constantly. He felt his erection growing increasingly proud and arrogant, feeling the youth’s smooth and delicate little foot rubbing and teasing against his desire. He was afraid that if he spoke one more word, he would lose control, burst upward, pin the person fiercely beneath him, and ravage him in every way he desired to.

He would do that sooner or later, but he couldn’t do it just yet. Still, he would do it eventually. Sooner or later, he would pin the young master to this dining table, tie him to this chair, or press him straight to the ground. He would pierce through him fiercely, bite him, and devour him.

“Tsk tsk, how dirty.” Milo felt the wet fluid beneath his foot and turned his head to look closely, only to see his toes stained with a glimmer of crystal-clear moisture originating from the fierce tip of the man. Milo burst into wild laughter, “Has Steward Kyle been building this up for a long time? This is going to break a lady’s heart.”

Seeing Kyle offer no muffled response, as if enduring supreme humiliation, the young master laughed even more maniacally. Humiliating this tall, exceptional man, trampling him, torturing him, and driving him back down into the filthy mud always brought him supreme pleasure.

Milo shivered all over. Even though the mission-completion prompt sounded in his mind, he still couldn’t stop.

The raging fire and sullen frustration in his heart had not dissipated, but amid this release of venting exhilaration, a burning warmth rose in his chest, misting over his eyes like the fog lingering in a blazing fire. He actually felt a joy akin to redemption, his eyes welling up with hot tears until he was on the verge of weeping.

Milo turned his head and buried his face in his palms, rubbing his forehead and cheeks as if comforting or rewarding himself. With rapid breathing and slightly trembling fingertips, he indulged in the present moment like iron chains that had been suppressed for years finally shattering and breaking apart. The sullen anger of a day, and indeed of a lifetime, erupted at this moment, thoroughly and refreshingly.

This wild joy was as passionate as fireworks, yet also so brief, followed once again by that inescapable uneasiness and unwillingness, like facing an abyss without end.

When he came back to his senses, his surroundings remained a barren coldness, leaving ultimately only boundless emptiness and darkness.

“You filthy thing…” Milo cursed hoarsely, lifting his foot to step on the man’s face. Pressing his toes against the man’s lips, he shouted, “Lick it clean for me!”

Kyle’s face darkened, but his lips still parted slightly, allowing the toes to push inside. Milo grew even more excited, his chest heaving and his expression turning wild, as if attempting to recapture that brief flash of pleasure. As he curled his toes to ravage the man’s mouth, he suddenly felt a wet sensation brush past.

The tip of the tongue first darted across the toes, swept over the pads of the feet, and then licked across each interdigital space in a lingering, clinging manner. Milo froze, instinctively wanting to pull his foot back, but his ankle was suddenly gripped.

Kyle raised his head, pulling the youth’s ankle toward his face, and extended his tongue to lick all the way from the spaces between the toes down to the heel, before sliding over the soft arch of the foot to kiss and lick meticulously.

Milo shivered sensitively and exerted force with his foot, only to find that his ankle felt as though it were clamped in iron jaws, unable to break free. Gritting his teeth, he barked, “…Let go.”

Kyle turned a deaf ear, instead taking a toe entirely into his mouth and sucking on it. The next instant, his black eyes snapped wide open, flashing like sharp blades, cold and fierce, just like a venomous snake coiled in the dark lunging forward with jaws agape.