The Villainous Male Supporting Character Courts Death Every Day : Chapter 34

Milo had a dream. In it, he was suddenly back to being five years old, to the time when he had just crossed over.

It was an especially hot summer. The Duke had taken him to a northern ranch to escape the heat, and from the day he crossed over, he spent every day waddling around on his little legs, searching everywhere for Kyle.

The first time was the easiest. On the afternoon lawn, a long wooden table was laden with food and pastries. Farm workers and servants were having a happy party together, enjoying the Duke’s grace.

Little Kyle wandered alone at the edge, ignored by everyone, as if he were invisible. But his messy black hair was locked onto by Milo at a single glance.

Even though Kyle was already around ten years old then, he was so thin and small that he wasn’t much bigger than Milo. Milo could easily tackle him onto the grass, and he did so many times after that, among the sheep, in the haystacks, in the laundry room.

Little Kyle back then was not nearly as annoying as he was now. Though he was dirty all over, his eyes were bright and clear. His temper was soft and sweet like the ranch sheep. His hands were always clasped awkwardly at his sides, and he didn’t speak well.

When the young master laughed at him for being dirty, laughed at him for being stupid, he wouldn’t talk back. He would just blink his eyes pitifully, and the mission would be completed in minutes.

The young master ate pastries with him, laughed at him for not even knowing how to use a knife and fork. Mission completed.

The young master had him read storybooks, laughed at him for not even knowing the characters. Mission completed.

The young master played wooden swords with him, poking at him until he dropped his sword and ran all over the room, the young master chasing behind him, laughing until he bent over double.

Even though the young master bullied him so fiercely, little Kyle would still steal glances at him, his black eyes wet and shining. As long as the young master grinned and waved at him, he would run over with wild joy.

He was simply as cute as a puppy.

Little Kyle was fun to play with, but he was not easy to find in the vast ranch. His spawn location changed every day. Sometimes he was brushing wool in the sheep pen. Sometimes he was cleaning cow dung in the cattle shed. Once, he was even spacing out in a locked basement.

The Duke didn’t like him playing with little Kyle. The servants couldn’t stop the arrogant, domineering villainous young master, so they resorted to hiding little Kyle in all sorts of ways.

Milo suddenly realized that rather than calling these torture missions, they were more like search missions. He rallied his full energy, unraveling clues every day, battling wits with the servants.

Though he looked like a child on the outside, his wisdom was beyond ordinary, having watched a lot of Detective Conan. After several rounds, it was mostly thrilling but safe, and he felt quite proud of himself.

Until one time, he searched the entire ranch and could find no trace of little Kyle. That was the first time he experienced the power of the overdue alarm. In the endless echoing, there was no room for giving up. He searched until deep into the night, and finally found little Kyle in an abandoned dry well in the back hills.

After that, the villainous young master threw a huge fit, like a dragon guarding its treasure, breathing fire at every servant who came near, wanting to sleep holding little Kyle, and even the Duke couldn’t do anything about him.

His eyelashes fluttered. Milo slowly opened his eyes. A ray of morning light filtered through the curtains. A breeze blew, but it could not dispel the lingering unease from the dream.

Milo remembered now. The reason he always kept Kyle by his side was ultimately to have insurance for the missions.

These years of smooth sailing had made him forget how dangerous it was when Kyle was not by his side. Kyle’s growth had increased the mission difficulty and took his mind off it. But no matter how hard the missions were, if the target character was not by his side, no amount of methods would do any good.

“I have been too lenient with you.” Milo looked up, his golden eyes cold, falling on Kyle’s deferent figure, his tone icy. “I command you, from now on, you are not to leave my side for even half a step.”

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In the early morning, at the suburban manor clubhouse, a well prepared charity event had concluded perfectly. From yesterday’s daytime lecture, to the afternoon tea banquet, to the evening gala and ball, everything was carried out with color and thoroughness everywhere.

Nobles and celebrities with hearts for the Northern Territories, kind and generous, had gathered here like tourists, joining in the grand event, all feeling at home and thoroughly satisfied.

Many guests stayed overnight at the manor, leaving only the next morning in the dawn light, scattered and sparse. The sound of hooves rang out crisply on the gravel path, mingling with chirping birds, composing a scene of pleasant morning scenery.

Some still did not wish to leave. Energetic young gentlemen changed into riding gear, walking shoulder to shoulder toward the stables, chatting and laughing, completely unaffected by last night’s heavy drinking.

On the lakeside terrace, several ladies draped in shawls held coffee cups, whispering and conversing in the morning sun, their topics still circling yesterday’s charity programs and donation figures, occasionally accompanied by light laughter and the snapping shut of fans.

Servants shuttled through the corridors, bringing hot tea and meals to more young lords and ladies still sleeping off their hangovers.

A servant pushed a food cart to the VIP suite door. Mark opened the door, took the cart, and pushed it to the bedroom entrance. He faintly heard ambiguous sounds coming from inside. The hand about to knock instantly froze. He left the cart at the door, retreated slowly, his footsteps light and completely silent.

In the bedroom, the morning light was clear and bright. The window gauze fluttered slightly in the wind, and ripples of light like water waves fell upon the bed. Between the silk quilt and brocade bedding, Milo leaned against the headboard, brows tightly furrowed, the corners of his eyes flushed, his sleeping robe open, his fair skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat, glistening and shimmering.

Kyle knelt between his legs, a strand of hair falling over his forehead, his expression unreadable, performing rhythmic movements.

He raised his head, his thin lips holding the rounded tip, sucking gently. Both palms quietly climbed up the young man’s thighs, pinching the tender white flesh, calluses rubbing, wishing he could knead to his heart’s content.

“Mmm… mmm…” The young man’s moans were pressed extremely low. His jade stem was fully erect, leaking with hungry arousal. Kyle released his mouth and extended his tongue, licking at the tip.

“Ah…” Milo gasped, his legs reflexively clamping shut, trapping the man’s head between his thighs. The man seemed encouraged. His fingers slid to the base of the jade stem, moving skillfully. His tongue swept rapidly, teasing back and forth at the front, like a tongue lash, occasionally striking the sensitive slit.

“Ah! No, slow, slow down!” Milo curled up, urgently reaching to pull the man’s hair. Only then did Kyle stop his tongue, turning to gentle licks instead, his lips tracing down along the contour, licking past the crown, the shaft, the jade sac, his movements meticulous and focused, as if savoring some heavenly delicacy.

“Mmm… mmm…” Milo bit his pink lips, his whole body trembling from this teasing of desire, golden eyes brimming with tears, his gaze hazy. Finally he collapsed backward again, ten fingers gripping the sheets on either side, writhing in unbearable need.

Black eyes lifted slightly, burning with hidden dark fire. Seeing Milo’s spring intoxicated appearance, knowing he was nearing his peak, he took the jade stem into his mouth in one gulp, swallowing deep, moving back and forth while sucking with wet sounds.

“Ahhh…” Milo threw his head back, his legs trembling, his waist arching, white fluid gushing out. Then his whole body went soft, leaning back and breathing heavily.

Black eyes burned hot, watching Milo go from tense to relaxed. His Adam’s apple rolled, swallowing all the fluids, then reluctantly taking a deep breath of the scent between the young man’s legs, before raising his head, picking up a handkerchief, and wiping his mouth.

Milo was still soft and limp against the headboard, immersed in the afterglow. Kyle brought a basin of water to wipe the young master clean. His black eyes were calm, his movements gentle, yet his gaze traced every inch of skin, the delicate jade stem, the tiny jade sac, finally resting on that rosy chrysanthemum petal.

Delicate and dripping, opening and closing temptingly. How he longed to kiss it, lick it to his heart’s content, drill into that pink hole, sweeping and thrusting against the soft inner walls, licking until the young master moaned loudly, losing all control…

“Not bad. I’ll let yesterday’s matter go, but don’t let it happen again.” Milo gradually recovered, refreshed and clear headed, satisfied watching Kyle wipe him clean, his face showing smugness.

Though he had a very long dream, a night of deep sleep had restored him completely. His morning erection had been soothed, his body and mind light. Seeing Kyle’s gloomy expression again, he felt thoroughly comfortable. The previous night’s resentment had vanished like smoke.

After admiring the man’s expression for a while, his gaze drifted down to the man’s legs. Milo smiled slyly, his small hand brushing, and indeed it was hard as a rock. He snickered and teased: “Butler Kyle, why so energetic?”

Kyle ignored him, continuing to wipe the young master. The ignored young master’s eyes flashed, his smile growing even brighter, carrying mischievous malice: “Always holding it in isn’t good. How about…”

Milo sat up, hooking Kyle’s chin, lowering his voice: “I’ll reward you with self pleasure. Right here.”

Only then did Kyle look up, silently watching Milo. His pitch black eyes were like a lake in the deep of night, calm and waveless, without panic, without shame or anger, completely unmoved by the young master’s mockery.

Milo raised an eyebrow, somewhat displeased, tugging at the man’s collar and saying coquettishly: “Undo this for me.”

Kyle obediently undid the collar, the buttons. His shirt opened, the hem hanging at both sides, making his chest appear even fuller, the lower abdominal muscles clearly defined, faintly visible in the shadow of the hem, knife carved lines extending into his waistband, inviting imagination.

The elegantly dressed butler, in the blink of an eye, became disheveled. Milo was very satisfied. That composed face finally didn’t look so annoying. It was even somewhat sexy and alluring.

His little paw reached out without courtesy, tracing along the lines of the scars. These marks symbolizing his complete control, each one was like his treasure, which he could never tire of touching.

Milo’s gaze was entranced, moving from the chest muscles to the lower abdomen, from the side waist to the heart. He touched for quite a while before noticing the man still hadn’t moved. His tone lifted slightly: “What? Not listening anymore? I told you to pleasure yourself right here.”

Kyle remained half kneeling, unmoving. His black eyes lowered slightly, obediently letting the young master paw at him, yet his hands hung at his sides, completely ignoring the young master’s humiliating command.

“Truly rebellious.” Milo glared at Kyle. Seeing that he seemed determined to remain unmoved like a mountain, he snorted coldly and simply took matters into his own hands, going to undo the man’s trousers.

Originally, he was punishing him. There was no need to care about the man’s physical reactions. As long as he himself felt good, that was enough. But now he was thinking, he had let himself go so many times in front of Kyle, yet the man had never once lost his composure. That made him somewhat unbalanced.

He wanted to see this guy’s abandon, to make that composed face crack and shatter.

“Really not going to obey?” His voice turned languid. His fingertips lingered on the firm lower abdomen, tracing the lines of the muscles, slowly probing into the undergarments, scratching at the man’s pubic hair, whispering: “Could it be… you still want your master to help you?”

Kyle kept his eyes lowered, as if he hadn’t heard, but his heaving chest betrayed him. His breathing was still pressed extremely low, yet it grew heavier.

Seeing Kyle’s restrained appearance, Milo felt he had finally vented some of his spite. His interest turned, and he deliberately softened his voice: “Does the master touching you feel good?”

Saying this, he grasped the burning hot member in one hand, ignoring the man’s stiffness, moving rhythmically, his tone growing more provocative: “Only if it’s me doing it, I’m afraid you won’t get to enjoy it fully…”

He was satisfied to hear the man let out a muffled groan. His hand moved casually. His golden eyes stared straight at the man’s face, not missing a single crack in his expression.

Veins bulged on Kyle’s forehead. His jaw was clenched tight. Probably pushed to the peak of humiliation, his fists were gripped tight, his eyelashes trembling, his whole body’s muscles tensed and bulging. Before long, fine sweat covered him, and he no longer had his earlier calm.

Milo grew even more pleased. He simply leaned against the man, biting the scar he had long dreamed of, gnawing from chest to neck, listening to the man’s heavy breathing, becoming excited himself. The fierce thing in his hand grew even hotter, hard as iron. Milo leaned to the man’s ear, his voice excited and hoarse: “Like it? About to cum?”

Kyle finally moved, but only turned his head away, avoiding the young man’s breath. Milo punished him by biting his neck, sucking without reason, his hand’s rhythm quickening, stubbornly determined to make him erupt right here.

The massive member leaked fluid, swelling to the extreme. Milo could barely hold it. His wrist gradually ached. Yet he saw Kyle still biting his teeth. Apart from occasional puffs of breath from his nose, there was not the slightest sign of yielding.

The young master’s gaze darkened. He let go, letting the magnificent thing stand tall in the air.

Kyle, however, let out a great sigh of relief, supporting himself on the bed and breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat. Beads of sweat slid along the curve of his chest muscles, dropping onto the bed like raindrops.

“Truly unsightly.” Admiring the man’s pained appearance, Milo commanded cruelly: “Finish yourself off.”

Kyle raised his head slightly, his black eyes gloomily staring at Milo. He was still panting, yet he did not move.

A silent confrontation lasted for a long time. Milo smiled provocatively. His small hand probed toward the man’s groin again. The half subsided erection immediately rose proudly, burning hot in the young master’s palm.

“Truly disobedient thing.” Milo bit Kyle’s jaw, his tone gloomy: “No matter. We will take it slowly.”

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By the time Kyle pushed open the door, it was nearly noon.

Milo sat on the balcony lounge chair, enjoying the cool breeze and warm sun, the bright mountains and clear waters. Apart from his wrist being sore beyond belief, everything was wonderful.

Stealing a glance at Kyle’s back, Milo clicked his tongue secretly, admiring the male lead’s self control to the point of prostration. Though his disobedience was unpleasant, being able to watch him suffer and hold it in like that was worth it.

There would always be time to slowly deal with him.

Milo looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. Since he had already sneaked out for a whole night, there was no rush to go back. He would wait until these familiar social NPCs had mostly left, then quietly get in the car and return to the villa.

Kyle finished handing matters over with the servants in the corridor and returned to the room to attend to the young master’s washing and dressing. His movements were meticulous and flawless, completely without a trace of his earlier disheveled self.

The golden hair was gently combed out and tied back, gathering in its dazzling flamboyance. The collar was buttoned tight, covered by a simply styled light colored outer coat.

Kyle placed a hunting flat cap on the young master, concealing the brilliant golden hair, then adjusted the brim’s angle, hiding half his face in shadow.

“Young master, this way you need not fear drawing attention.” He said in a low voice.

Milo glanced sideways at his reflection in the mirror. Light and casual, yet without losing nobility. He looked like a young gentleman just back from the riding grounds. He snorted, the corner of his mouth curving up, golden eyes shimmering with light, carrying a hint of excitement.

The two walked out of the room. A white haired servant resembling the manor’s chief steward was waiting outside, bowing his head in greeting, then without a word, silently led the way.

Milo and Kyle also followed silently behind, the whole way without speaking. The corridor was quiet, not a single idle person in sight. Occasionally a manor servant passed by, also standing far away, lowering their head to avoid them, clearly having received instructions beforehand.

Kyle subtly stepped out half a pace, his tall body blocking the young master’s side, enclosing him in his own shadow, his gaze sweeping every corner and passage, ensuring no detail went wrong.

The sunlight was warm, filtering through the branches into patches of light and shadow, scattered among the stone pillars and arched windows. A breeze brushed their hair. Milo walked leisurely, his head tilted back easily, enjoying the fresh free air. At this moment, the vast manor seemed to belong to the young master alone.

Passing through the garden and a secluded path, the two arrived at a hidden lakeside retreat.

This was a semicircular glass cabin built against the water’s edge beneath large trees. Colored light on all four sides, windows open on three sides, the transparent arched roof covered with creeping vines, hanging and swaying. Sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaf shade, refracting through the glass like flowing gold pieces.

Inside, several large potted plants and broad leafed plants were placed at varying heights, creating greenery and privacy. By the window, a set of wicker chairs with linen cushions and small pillows, a small round table covered with a plain light tablecloth, already set with silver tableware and lemonade.

Kyle pulled out the chair for the young master. The moment Milo sat down, his body seemed to melt into the chair back. A gentle breeze came, carrying the coolness of the water, leaves rustling, light and shadow swaying, the scent of fresh grass and flowers drifting together, as if immersed in a dense forest, refreshing and peaceful, while also taking in the full view of the lake and mountains.

Milo narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, yet a flash of sly light passed through, his golden eyes lifting slightly, smiling as he gestured for Kyle to sit.

Kyle paused slightly. Dappled light fell on the young master’s face, bright and radiant, shining brilliantly, matching the young man’s willful arrogance, nearly making one’s heart lose its footing for an instant. The room full of lush leaves and blooming flowers paled in comparison.

Kyle lowered his eyelids and sat down across from the young master, his movement very light, like a feather falling, as if afraid of disturbing this breathtaking beauty, as if afraid of startling a fully fed cat.

The servant stepped forward to pour tea, then softly introduced the menu. Milo simply turned his head lazily, propping his chin in one hand, admiring the lake scenery.

Kyle naturally picked up the menu and discussed in low tones with the servant. Suddenly he felt an itch at his knee. Kyle’s movement paused, and he glanced sideways at Milo.

Milo was also stealing a glance at him, lips curved in a smile, golden eyes flashing with mischievous light, his fingertips casually twirling a strand of hair, yet his foot was even more brazenly rubbing against the man’s inner thigh.

The young master had somehow removed his shoes. Under the table, one foot was openly placed on the man’s cushion, using the tablecloth as cover, wreaking havoc between his legs.

Kyle subtly closed his legs slightly, sitting perfectly upright, perfectly restraining any possible loss of composure, not even the slightest disorder in his breathing. He ordered a few dishes to the servant’s taste that suited Milo’s appetite, plus a few representative signature tea pastries, quickly sending the man away.

But Milo grew even more wild. His foot tapped lightly again and again. The member that had been held back for so long immediately stood erect. The young master narrowed his eyes wickedly, his toes curling, lightly scratching and tickling, growing even more unrestrained.

Kyle silently adjusted his posture, trying to avoid. The naughty little foot was relentless, even punishingly increasing its pressure, pressing against the swollen shape, stepping front and back.

The man gripped his fist tight. Beneath his tensed muscles, desire surged violently, blood boiling fiercely. Seeing a servant approaching with a tray in the distance, he furrowed his brow and said in a low voice: “Young master…”

Milo smiled, a smile as brilliant and gorgeous as the blazing sun, dazzling and poisonous, as if it could burn someone. His pink lips parted slightly, silently commanding with lip speech: Open your legs.