By Zephyria 
To that end, he had even invited a few guys to the castle. After all, deviations are always more stimulating when done in a group.
Now, what should he start with?
Suddenly imagining himself bungee jumping naked while drunk, Cassian let out a loud laugh. He felt wonderful as he carelessly tossed a wet towel onto the floor, stepped out of the bathroom in a great mood, and walked barefoot across the room.
Before picking out clothes to wear for dinner, he tried to check the messages on his phone, but it was nowhere to be seen.
Where did I put it?
Standing there naked, Cassian looked around, turning his head this way and that, racking his brain with a frown. He had come into the room, taken off his clothes, and then his phone…
Turning his head, he let out a small chuckle. His phone was sitting lonely on the bed. He whistled as he walked over and leaned down. It was then that he noticed a bulge in one side of the sheet. The servants must have failed to tidy it up properly. Without thinking much of it, Cassian grabbed the sheet along with his phone and pulled. As the sheet covering the bed was swept aside, the neatly arranged mattress came into full view. And then, Cassian froze completely.
“Uuung….”
He had been completely wrong to think that the crumpled sheet was just shaped strangely. That space was not empty. Once the sheet covering him up to his head vanished, a little guy who had been curled up in a deep sleep on the mattress rubbed his eyes and woke up. The kid, who barely reached Cassian’s knees, awkwardly pushed himself up and looked up at him with sleepy, blinking eyes. The gaze, which first landed on his chest, traveled down step by step. Past the abdomen where defined muscles were clearly visible, past the waist without a single shred of fat, past the pubic bone, to the man’s… which was hanging beneath thick pubic hair.
The child’s gaze fixed there, and his sleep-laden eyes gradually widened. And just as his mouth fell open as wide as his staring eyes—
“AAAAAAKH!”
In that instant, Cassian turned pale and let out a scream that sounded as if the world were ending.
“Why on earth are you walking around stripped bare so indelicately? Heavens, for a young child to see such a hideous thing. How shocked he must have been. Bliss was completely dazed. He was blank no matter what anyone said. And he, too—to come all this way only to see something he shouldn’t have. What on earth are we to do?”
The Duchess scolded her son in a tone more agitated than usual, seemingly quite offended by the unsightly situation. However, for once, Cassian had something to say. A lot, in fact.
“Whether I take my clothes off in my own room or not is my freedom. Isn’t the one in the wrong that little peanut crumb who was sleeping in someone else’s bed without permission? More importantly, why didn’t you tell me in the first place that that brat was here?”
At his son’s words, poured out rapidly in anger, the Duchess frowned, looking displeased.
“He said he wanted to surprise you, so what could I do?”
“Ha.”
Cassian let out a dumbfounded sigh of disbelief. If that was what the Miller family’s brat wanted, he had achieved his goal 100%—no, 1,000%. Cassian had been so shocked that his heart had nearly leaped out of his mouth. And what? Seeing something he shouldn’t? That’s my line. I’m the one who suffered, yet I’m the one getting scolded; could there be a more foul situation than this?
But if he poured out exactly what was in his heart, his mother might faint. In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and suppress the urge to swear. As he roughly swept back his hair in frustration, the Duchess spoke again.
“Isn’t it touching that such a small child still remembers you and came all this way just to see you? When I heard that from Mr. Miller, I was so moved….”
Seeing his mother place both hands on her chest and let out a deep sigh, she seemed more sincere than ever. Of course, it didn’t evoke any emotion in Cassian.
“You should have at least given me a hint.”
If she had, he would have left England the moment vacation started. To drop that peanut crumb into his golden vacation, which he had been looking forward to so much, was nothing short of terrorism.
“He must have fallen asleep while hiding in your room to surprise you. He must have been tired after such a long flight.”
The Duchess continued to take Bliss’s side. Cassian, appalled by the situation, had no choice but to argue.
“Mother, are you saying this is all my fault?”
“Oh, goodness. Absolutely not.”
The Duchess denied it immediately, then added slyly,
“I’m just saying you’re not without fault either.”
The Duchess had stepped back a pace, but she hadn’t completely waved the white flag. Eventually, Cassian placed one hand on his forehead, tilted his head back, and let out a boiling breath.
“Haaaaa.”
Seeing her son like that, the Duchess spoke as if to comfort him.
“He won’t be staying that long. You don’t have to play with him every day, do you? Just spend a couple of hours with him once every two or three days.”
She added soothingly,
“Isn’t it pitiful that such a small child came all this way from so far just to see you? Besides, he’s a child of the Miller family. Given the relationship between our houses, you must treat him with the utmost hospitality.”
Once again, she wasn’t wrong. The name ‘Miller’ could never be ignored. Not even for the sake of his own future as the heir to the Dukedom. After remaining motionless for a moment, Cassian eventually let out a sigh and had no choice but to nod.
“…Fine. I’ll try.”
“Yes, that’s the spirit. Good decision.”
The Duchess smiled as if she had been waiting for this and stroked Cassian’s arm. However, Cassian spoke with a still displeased expression.
“By the way, how long is that brat planning to stay here?”
Cassian was pinning his last hope on his mother’s words that he ‘wouldn’t be staying that long.’ Facing her son, the Duchess answered gently.
“Not that long.”
“Yes, you said that earlier. So I’m asking how long he’s staying. Three days? Four?”
When Cassian asked again, the Duchess looked surprised and gave him a light, sidelong glance.
“My dear, that’s far too short. He crossed the ocean, that poor child, flying for so many hours.”
“I get it. Then a week? Is it a week?”
At her impatient son’s question, the Duchess gave an ambiguous smile.
“A bit longer than that.”
“Ten days, then.”
Seeing Cassian nod, the Duchess spoke again.
“A bit longer than that.”
“Don’t tell me it’s fifteen days?”
Cassian frowned. The Duchess continued to gaze at him with a smiling face. A chilling premonition ran down his spine, giving him goosebumps. To her son, who was looking at her with trembling pupils, the Duchess finally gave her answer.
“One month.”
“Oh, fuck!”
Cassian blurted out a curse. Horrified, the Duchess turned pale and immediately asked back,
“Heavens, did you just swear? At me? My goodness, how could you use such vulgar language. Lord, please forgive my son’s wicked mouth.”
The Duchess hurriedly clasped her hands in prayer, but it didn’t register with Cassian.
He had returned to the family estate thinking of a peaceful vacation, but what kind of bolt from the blue was this? His grand plan to spend a decadent time that would never happen again in his life was now completely ruined. To have to babysit during this precious vacation—this was the ultimate fuck. No, it was a fuck to the power of a million. He already knew what kind of brat that little Satan was. Memories from a year ago, which he had finally managed to forget, came rushing back, and he ended up clutching his head with both hands.
“I’m doomed. I’m completely doomed.”
At the sight of her son self-deprecating in a tormented voice, the Duchess hurriedly soothed him.
“Don’t be like that. Hasn’t it already been a year since then? Bliss is a year older now, so he must have become more mature. He’s just a bit active….”
“A bit? A bit active? He came into someone else’s house without permission, rummaged through every corner, and even rolled around in my bed! And you call that just ‘a bit’ active?!”