Chapter 1: The Moody Young Master

    Thump, thump, thump, thump!

    The image of a bouncing backside hitting the saddle flashed into the young man's mind. If it belonged to some beautiful woman, that would be great, but why did it have to be that Uncle Thong's!

    "Mr. Thee, ah, Mr. Thee, don't, mmm."

    And why was she whining so much?

    "If you don't want to do it, then leave. Go. You're annoying."

    A pale hand pushed the slender figure in lingerie away, then grabbed a robe to cover his fair skin, inherited from his genes. His dark eyes did not even glance at the sulking woman behind him, instead looking out the window in the late afternoon.

    Whoosh!

    He then pulled the curtains shut on the lush green mountain view, irritated.

    "Sorry, Mr. Thee. May just got a bit excited."

    She walked up to him, hugging him from behind, pressing her ample chest against his firm muscles. Her small hand caressed his strong abdomen before stopping at his sizable member, starting to arouse it skillfully.

    "Even when it's not hard, I can't wrap my hand around it, Mr. Thee... You're quite the man."

    She said, looking up pleadingly at his handsome face, but was pushed away again.

    "I don't want to do you anymore. Don't show your face around here again."

    "Wa…wait, Mr. Thee, but May..."

    "I'll transfer a hundred thousand for your time. Get dressed and leave. The driver is waiting downstairs."

    The beautiful woman was displeased but forced a smile to hide her feelings.

    "But, I love you, Mr. Thee."

    She thought about shedding tears, but when she saw his stern face and the cold aura radiating from him, she swallowed her deceitful words immediately.

    "If you're not downstairs in five minutes, you can walk to the main road yourself."

    "S…sorry, Mr. Thee. I won't bother you again."

    She quickly slipped into her dress, high heels, and slung her bag over her shoulder before hurrying out of the luxurious bedroom.

    Theerapat had met her at a pub in the city last week. Her mannerisms were different from the tasteless country girls, so he took her as a casual fling to stave off boredom. But after not long, she started acting possessive, and her fake playing-hard-to-get act just now was too annoying to tolerate.

    The young man stood sipping his whiskey for a while when a notification popped up on his phone.

    "How's it going, cowboy?"

    The teasing message came with a picture of a party at a lavish lounge. Theerapat smirked before sending back a middle finger emoji and placing his phone face down on the old table.

    Just a month ago, he was partying with his master's degree friends in the heart of London, but now he was stuck in a mansion in the mountains, far from civilization. It took over half an hour by car just to reach the main road.

    For anyone looking to escape the chaos of the outside world, this place might seem like heaven on earth. But for a young, ambitious architect like Theerapat, it was anything but. From the moment he set foot in the house, he had been counting down the days until he could return to England.

    Thud!

    A loud noise came from outside the room. When the tall figure opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of a plump, round backside right in front of him.

    Damn it, that backside had been haunting him for weeks.

    "S…sorry, Mr. Thee. The floor was slippery, so I... I fell."

    The man quickly pushed himself up into a kneeling position, bowing his head low, but Theerapat felt no sympathy whatsoever.

    "Who let you up here, Uncle Thong?"

    "Thongdee," the 43-year-old man hunched his shoulders.

    Hmph, with a body as big as a bison, acting all meek like a little girl. It was truly an eyesore. The young master thought as he stepped forward and grabbed the servant's shirt in a tight fist.

    "I asked you a question, why aren't you answering?"

    With just a slight tug from Theerapat, the thin, worn fabric tore in a long line.

    Rip!

    A well-toned, tan abdomen was exposed, but what caught the eye most were the prominent dark pink nipples standing out on the firm chest. Thongdee quickly pulled his shirt up to cover them.

    "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Thee."

    Although it should have been the one doing the pulling who said those words, Thongdee always thought of himself as just a lowly worker. No matter how much his boss mistreated him, he never thought of retaliating.

    "I came up to help Samlee dismantle the wooden wall in the old living room, Mr. Thee."

    Thongdee raised his head to answer. Theerapat noticed the scar on the man's right cheek and wrinkled his nose. How could someone be so ugly and old, with nothing appealing about them at all?

    "What is your job?"

    The man kneeling on the floor hiccuped before answering in a soft voice, "Taking care of the animals in the pen, sir."

    The animals under Thongdee's care included horses, cows, buffaloes, sheep, goats, ducks, and chickens, but there were more than 10 cows. Sometimes, Thongdee had to ride a horse to herd the cows back to the boss's farm. So, calling him a cowboy would not be wrong.

    "Yes, in the cow and buffalo pen. Coming into the building like this, do you know that you stink!"

    The cowboy flinched, raising a hand to rub his shoulder, while the ill-tempered young master smirked with satisfaction. In truth, there was no bad smell coming from the man sitting on the floor.

    He just wanted to find an excuse to scold. Who would stop him?

    "I took a bath before coming to the main building, Mr. Thee. But if there's still an unpleasant odor, I sincerely apologize."

    Thongdee spoke softly, his ears and cheeks turning a deep shade of embarrassment.

    "Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

    "Well... I wasn't trying to intrude, sir. But Mr. Tia ordered me, so I couldn't refuse." Thongdee did not argue; he just spoke the truth with sincerity. Theerapat heard this and mouthed silently, ready to tell Thongdee to get lost. But when a devious plan came to mind, he beckoned the other man to follow him into the bedroom.

    "Uh, is there something I can help you with, sir?"

    The cowboy placed his hands on his lap, bowing his head humbly as he followed the slender figure inside.

    "Clean the moss off the window. It's disgusting to look at."

    Theerapat emphasized the last word while looking at the older man's face. Thongdee knew his boss was insulting him, but he could only offer a weak smile, pretending not to hear.

    "Where exactly, Mr. Thee?"

    The scar-faced man asked, though his heart ached, as he leaned out to look for the dirt outside the window.

    "Climb out there, can't you see? It's everywhere."

    "Then I need to get a brush..."

    "Why make a fuss over wiping moss? Your shirt's already a rag, just take it off and use it to clean."

    Thongdee glanced down at his favorite shirt, now torn with a long rip. He had planned to mend it and wear it again, but hearing his boss's sigh, he nodded and took off the shirt from his muscular body, then climbed out to perch on the window ledge. Theerapat quietly observed the man's agile movements and his strong physique, especially the pinkish nubs on his broad chest.

    He wondered what it would feel like to flick them with his fingers.

    "No, no."

    Theerapat tried to dismiss the silly thought, but the middle-aged servant thought his boss was talking to himself.

    "What did you say, Mr. Thee? Whoa!"

    As he crouched down to ask... he lost his balance and nearly fell backward.

    "Watch out!"

    Startled, Theerapat quickly grabbed the man's thick waist, but Thongdee was heavy, and they both ended up sprawled on the bedroom carpet, with the cowboy lying on top of his young boss.

    "Ugh."

    The firm chest pressed against Theerapat's handsome face, burying his sharp nose into the tan flesh. With each breath, he inhaled the woody scent mixed with the faint fragrance of cheap soap.

    "Y... you idiot, get off me. Are you trying to kill me?"

    Theerapat stammered, pushing the servant away and scrambling to sit on the bed. His pale face flushed a deep red, the soft sensation still lingering on his cheek.

    "I'm really sorry, Mr. Thee," Thongdee apologized, bowing his head repeatedly. But when he noticed the algae stains on his boss's luxurious robe, his eyes widened, and he quickly crawled over to wipe it clean. "I didn't mean to, Mr. Thee."

    Theerapat watched as the man squeezed himself between his legs, using his large, rough hands to rub along his calves. The broad chest and firm, red nipples brushed teasingly against his groin. When the servant finally dared himself to glance up at him with those light brown eyes, Theerapat felt a burning heat simmering in his chest.

    "Hmph," the young man growled lowly, clenching his jaw tight, trying to shake off the vile images from his mind. But when he could not, he kicked the cowboy's shoulder, sending him sprawling backward.

    Thud!

    "Get out, now."

    "Y yes, yes."

    The poor cowboy hurried out of the room, forgetting his faded shirt on the floor. Theerapat saw it and used his foot to nudge it under the bed, as if disgusted. Yet, the flesh hanging between his legs suddenly stood erect without warning.

    "Damn it!"

    The young man cursed under his breath and stepped into the shower, letting the cold water calm his mind.

    It was almost ten o'clock.

    Theerapat slumped at the pavilion by the lotus pond, a nearly empty bottle of wine worth a fortune beside him, along with an unfinished sketchbook.

    "Mr. Thee... Mr. Thee, why are you sitting here?"

    A deep, gentle voice accompanied by the scent of fragrant wood teased his senses.

    "Don't bother me," the young man waved his arm dismissively.

    "You'll get bitten by mosquitoes. It's better to go upstairs."

    A rough hand tried to pull him up, causing Theerapat to stumble into the warm body of the caller. His sharp face nestled between soft cleavage, and the familiar touch made Theerapat forget himself, inhaling the enticing aroma loudly before chuckling mockingly.

    "Cheap market perfume. If you want to catch me, invest a little."

    "Mr. Thee, mmm, I'm not trying to catch—ah."

    A pale hand grabbed the ample chest, squeezing roughly.

    Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!

    "Mmm... they really are big."

    His mischievous fingertips kneaded the hardened nub beneath the t-shirt, making the owner tremble all over.

    "The nipples are hard against my hand too."

    "Mr. Thee, p…please don't."

    "Playing hard to get won't work. Take off your shirt quickly. I want to suck on them."