The Villainous Male Supporting Character Courts Death Every Day : Chapter 37

Kyle changed his clothes and returned to the glasshouse, where Milo was eating by himself. The plate was already half empty, his appetite was good, and his mood seemed completely unaffected by the recent incident, perhaps even better.

Kyle noticed Milo’s open collar and asked: “Did the young master’s bow tie fall somewhere?”

“I took a stroll by the lake just now,” Milo picked up his water glass and took a sip, smiling: “I met an interesting worker and gave it to him as a reward.”

Kyle didn’t ask further, only suggesting: “If the young master enjoys the lake view, I can accompany you for a walk along the shore.”

Milo shook his head. He didn’t want Valke and Kyle to bump into each other by accident, two fated enemies meeting before their time. His gut told him that wouldn’t be a good thing.

To avoid any extra complications, Milo boarded the carriage early and set off on the journey back to the villa.

Perhaps because he had set out right after eating, the young master felt rather uncomfortable from the jostling. Kyle voluntarily sat beside him, carefully massaging the young master’s head.

Milo leaned lazily against Kyle’s shoulder, quite well-behaved, his eyes tightly shut, whether asleep or awake no one could tell. The carriage was quiet, only the whistling wind and the clattering of hooves passing by.

“Kyle, is there anything you want?” Milo still had his eyes closed when he suddenly spoke.

People are strange. No matter how much you dislike someone you see day in and day out, when parting approaches, you still feel a bit of reluctant sorrow. Besides, Kyle was a project he had cultivated for twelve years, and the emotional investment was hard to measure.

“I don’t want anything.” Kyle was somewhat surprised and said respectfully: “Being able to serve the young master is my greatest wish.”

“Hmph, how boring.” Milo muttered in complaint, and still not satisfied, gave the man’s chest a light punch. But then he thought, Kyle would end up in prison sooner or later anyway. No matter what the young master gave him, he wouldn’t be able to take it with him, so he stopped dwelling on it.

Not knowing what came to mind, the young master chuckled softly, his fingertips beginning to wander across the man’s chest, tracing along the folds of his clothes for a few circles, then suddenly lifting upward to hook the man’s bow tie and pull it down gently.

Kyle remained unmoved, focused only on his massage, until he felt pressure on his neck. Then he obediently lowered his head to meet that soft, rosy red.

This was Milo’s first request for a kiss since the alcohol ban. It came abruptly, yet naturally. A gentle breeze blew, and space seemed to freeze. Both of their breaths were light, carrying silent restraint and unease.

Their lips touched, lightly rubbing together. In the gap between slightly parted lips, a pink tongue slipped out, licking the man’s thin lips, as if tasting, as if probing. Kyle’s eyelids lowered, and he obediently opened his mouth to entwine with it.

Their tongues met, not particularly passionate, but dense and warm. Like waking early in the morning, lingering over a drunken dream. Or like exploring, searching for wild memories.

“Mmm…” Heat surged upward, his whole body burning hot. Milo’s breathing grew rapid, his body feeling as if an electric net had been spread across it, tingling with numbness. His fingers unconsciously grabbed the man’s collar, gripping tightly, his body twisting, restless and unbearable.

Kyle was calm as stone, one hand lightly supporting the young master, the other resting on the carriage frame, his figure as steady as a mountain, receiving all the young master’s fire. His tongue lightly hooked, teasing the pink tongue like a spark passing by, drawing a moan from Milo, even more lingering and tender.

Suddenly the carriage hit a pothole and jolted violently. Milo nearly fell out but was instantly pulled back into the man’s embrace, held tightly. This incident was like a drop of oil falling into a smoldering flame, instantly igniting the suppressed blaze.

Milo straddled Kyle at once, his hands roaming wildly over the man’s body, their lips and tongues entangled passionately, without any method, biting and pecking, their teeth knocking together with sharp little pains that only added to the passion.

Swallowing the moans escaping from Milo’s lips, Kyle’s hands moved to Milo’s waist, holding him steady while gently caressing. His tongue hooked around the tip of the pink tongue, tracing its outline back and forth, licking and teasing, then sucking on the moist lower lip, holding it in his mouth.

His lips were sucked until they were numb and hot, carrying wet muffled sounds that intertwined with broken throaty noises. The young man’s cheeks were flushed, his breathing rapid. He roughly tore open the man’s shirt, touching the firm, muscular body, tight and full, every inch filled with power, as if a wild beast were imprisoned there. Yet this beast was pinned beneath him, letting him take what he wanted, which was exhilarating.

The sound of hooves was crisp as drums. Layers of tree shadows swept past the window, and cloud-light shone through the curtains into the carriage, like floating light sinking to the bottom of water, casting shifting shadows and flickering light upon the entangled pair, mottled and colorful.

Heat rose like mist, their hot breaths intertwined. The temperature in the narrow carriage climbed higher. Milo’s golden hair was damp with sweat, his fair skin dyed with an enticing pink. Leaning against the man’s chest, he suddenly straightened up and pushed hard, pressing the man against the back of the seat.

Kyle still chased after him wanting to kiss, but was once again pressed down hard against his chest by Milo, finally settling down. He leaned against the back of the seat, breathing lightly. The shadow of the window light fell across his face, dim and unclear, his expression unreadable, but his pitch-black eyes shone with an unusual brightness.

Milo’s golden hair was disheveled, his red lips parted as he gasped for breath, his golden eyes glistening with moisture yet glaring fiercely at Kyle, which only made him more alluring. As if to catch his breath, or as if to reclaim dominance, Milo gripped the man’s collar tight and pressed his whole body down, sniffing the scent at the man’s neck.

Kyle didn’t move, tilting his head back to avoid the scorching breath, his neck line stretched straight, tendons taut, pulling diagonally along his neck, showing clean power, somehow inexplicably sexy. Milo was stunned, and couldn’t help licking and kissing there, lost in it.

Kyle furrowed his brow slightly, quietly placing his hand on the young man’s thighs straddling either side, gently rubbing. The faint itch made Milo twist a little, but the swelling between his legs accidentally brushed against an impossible-to-ignore bulge. Milo came back to his senses as if shocked by electricity and tried to jump up, but was caught around the waist by the man, pressed into his embrace, tightly fitted together.

“Mmm…” Milo gasped in surprise. The swollen bulge below was unavoidable, utterly mortifying. He tried to struggle free, but instead rubbed tightly against the bulge, even more embarrassed and angry, mixed with spark-like pleasure, and he didn’t dare move anymore.

Milo was both ashamed and angry, looking up to glare, only to see Kyle’s pitch-black eyes flickering with dark light, overflowing with naked desire, completely unhidden.

“What nerve…” Milo laughed in anger. He extended his fingertip into the man’s thin lips, stirring the moist mouth, distorting that sculpted face. Kyle was unmoved, letting the young master vent his anger, but his gaze remained fixed on him, deep as a dark pool, unfathomable.

Milo didn’t know what he wanted, nor did he want to know. At this moment, he only wanted to regain his momentum, so he could revel thoroughly in this game of indulgence.

“Do you really want nothing?” His smile grew deeper, his golden eyes flashing with strange light like amber under brilliant light, his pink lips glistening with crystalline moisture, his tone provocative and low: “Or do you want more?”

The man let out a low growl, suddenly lifting Milo up and pinning him onto the opposite seat. Milo’s back slammed hard against the seatback. Before he could react, a storm descended upon him, biting onto the young man’s lips, completely swallowing him up.

Unlike the warmth from before, this kiss carried a nearly cruel heat, like plundering, like possession. It swept domineeringly over every soft place, teeth gnawing at the tender pink flesh, as if wanting to devour the lips, the breath, even the young master himself whole.

“Mmm, mmm…” Milo whimpered, the unprecedented sense of invasion suffocating him. He struggled desperately, but it was as if a boulder were pressing down on him, unable to move, only able to beat and scratch at the man’s shoulders, unable to shake him in the slightest.

The pleasure of their tongues intertwined with the sense of suffocation. The scent of lust filled his nose, as if surrounded by raging fire, wrapping him up and drowning him. Milo grew dizzy, gradually softening, going limp in Kyle’s arms, his whole body tingling, trembling lightly from time to time.

Once the young master had softened into a pool of spring water, Kyle finally released his mouth, licking the moisture from his lips, tracing along the crystalline trail across pink cheeks, his chin, and finally burying himself in the pink neck, kissing tenderly.

Milo’s head was spinning, gasping for breath, until his arousal was suddenly grasped in a hand. He twitched sensitively, but was quickly subdued by the man.

“Young master… let me please you…” Kyle murmured, biting Milo’s earlobe, like coaxing, like bewitching. Yet his hand moved with brazen openness, his arm pumping, his five fingers nimble, now and then stimulating the tip and the tender sac below.

“Ahh! You beast, you dog, ahh…” Desire surged like a tide, adding to his shame and anger. Milo’s legs were spread wide on either side of the man, his limbs soft and unable to break free, only able to curse wildly, not knowing that his voice was now soft and whimpering, even more alluring.

“Don’t be angry, young master…” Kyle deftly undid his trousers, pulling out his own painfully hard desire, pressing forward and ramming fiercely against the young man’s tender arousal, hoarsely whispering: “Let me be punished by you.”

“Mmm… ahh…” The man’s fierce weapon was hard and hot, like a predatory blade, knocking the tender arousal left and right, oozing tear-like fluid.

Milo’s eyes reddened with anger, unable to believe his private parts were pressed against the man’s filthy desire, rubbing like a dog.

His head swelled with chaos, not knowing whether from shame or anger, yet every friction brought intense pleasure, electric currents sparking, the more they rubbed the better it felt, the better it felt the more ashamed he was, the more ashamed the angrier he became. Milo cursed “beast, beast” while his hands flailed wildly, striking the man hard.

Easily catching those two soft little hands, pressing them against their joined desires, Kyle laughed low: “Young master, didn’t you want to see me pleasure myself? As you command.”

Saying this, Kyle moved his arms up and down, stroking, but it was holding Milo’s hands, circling both their desires together. Saying it was self-pleasure, but it was pressing Milo’s hands to take pleasure on their burning, rubbing arousals.

“Ahh… you bastard…” Milo’s face twisted, his face so red it was nearly bleeding. When he touched the desire, his palm was nearly burned by the heat. His own arousal jumped violently, and the man’s fierce weapon pulsed even more vigorously, making his fingertips go numb.

Shame and anger intertwined, desire surged, his mind a blank chaos. Only shame, anger, and rising passion intertwined into a mess, making his whole body burn like fire, tremble like electricity.

The man took the chance to spread the young master’s legs even wider, pushing his small waist forward, thrusting out the tender arousal, no longer able to struggle even a little, only able to let him toy with him wantonly.

Kyle’s movements grew faster, his breathing heavy, feeling the young master’s hands soft and smooth, indescribably wonderful, maddening. Biting the young master’s tiny earlobe, his voice excited and hoarse: “Young master, do you like it?”

“Ahh…” Milo was lost in lust, his eyes unfocused, leaning against the man’s shoulder, even his pink tongue hanging out, unable to speak.

“The young master is so cute…” His tongue circled around Milo’s ear cavity, then Kyle suddenly stopped, pressing his forehead against the young master’s, his voice hoarse: “Young master, look.”

Milo’s consciousness was hazy as he lowered his eyes. His hands were still forced down below, revealing two rounded tips. The man’s was large and hungry, drooling with sticky fluid, and his own tip was also spilling lewd fluid. The two rubbed together, their fluids mixing stickily, wet and glistening.

Milo’s breath caught. A cluster of tremors suddenly shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if white smoke were bursting out above him. Fine electric currents exploded throughout his body at the same time, tingling and numb, even his marrow melting.

His golden eyes rolled halfway back, tears rolling out, yet his lower body stood even taller, jumping excitedly in the hand. In his daze his ten fingers curled up, gripping the desire and stroking himself, faster and faster, moaning uncontrollably, unable to stop himself.

After several twists and turns, the tide of essence surged, about to burst forth, when he suddenly felt a tightness below. His golden eyes misty, in his passion he saw the man gripping his base, locking the gate of essence, preventing his release. Milo shouted urgently: “Let go! Let go now!”

“Young master, do you like it?” Kyle laughed low, his fingers still lightly pinching the tender tip of the arousal, making Milo shudder all over, his legs trembling wildly.

“Like, I like,” Milo cried out loudly: “Let me come!”

Kyle sealed his mouth with a kiss, blocking the young man’s enchanting moans, greedily licking, while his hand gripped the young master’s small hand and stroked fiercely, still pressing and blocking the tender opening.

“Mmm, mmm” Milo’s eyes rolled back, all his protests suppressed, spring tides surging one after another, the tide of essence rolling, nowhere to release, surging through his body, making him numb, his whole body convulsing.

“Finally, the man let out a low growl, veins bulging as his fierce weapon turned ferocious, white turbidity gushing out—while simultaneously releasing the restriction, letting the young master release all his fire together.”

Milo went limp as if he had lost his soul, his gaze unfocused, his pink lips half open, sweat and tears mixed with saliva, even dotted with specks of milky white, soaking his little pink face into a complete mess, his whole body as if fished out of water, utterly disheveled.

Kyle raised his head, kissing and pecking at the snowflakes on the young master’s pink lips. Murmuring: “Young master, everything about you, I savor with delight.”

The carriage slowly drove into the villa and stopped at the entrance. Kyle got out first, then respectfully bent down to help Milo step down.

The guards at the door stood at attention without looking sideways, and the gardeners and servants in the yard worked as usual, as if they had completely not seen the young master who had been out all night. Only Allen waited nervously at the main door, and when he saw Milo and Kyle return, he hurried forward.

He saw Young Master Milo looking exhausted, waving his hand to dismiss him. Allen was uneasy, stealing a glance at Butler Kyle’s face, only to see that half of Butler Kyle’s cheek was slightly red, clearly a slap mark.

Allen was dumbfounded.

Milo returned to his room, saw the soft big bed and threw himself directly onto it. Being out for a day and night was tiring, the long journey had nearly shaken his bones apart, and excessive indulgence had left his body weak.

Should he exercise some restraint? Would working so hard to humiliate the male lead count as a work injury? Should he have Kyle find him some liver-protecting kidney-boosting miracle pills?

While his mind was wandering, Kyle removed the young master’s shoes and socks, then brought a wet towel to wipe the young master’s face and hands, asking casually: “What is the young master wearing around his neck?”

Only then did Milo remember there was still a Wolf King souvenir hidden in his clothes, and immediately took it off: “Someone gave it to me. Put it away safely.”

Kyle took it, examining the totem on the pendant, and asked: “Was it given by that estate worker?”

Milo didn’t answer, hugging a large pillow and placing it beside him, even throwing his leg over it, clearly preparing to catch up on sleep. Kyle fetched a clean white silk handkerchief, wrapped the iron ore pendant in it, and placed it in one of the young master’s jewelry boxes. He drew the curtains, tucked the young master in properly, and quietly exited.

Just as he was about to push the door open, the young master’s voice came from behind:

“Practice your sword more when you have time.”

Kyle turned around and saw Milo hugging his pillow, eyes lowered, the corner of his mouth carrying a sly smile, as if already drifting into dreamland.

“If you don’t shape up, watch out you don’t get your kidney cut out one day.”