A/N: The first chapter is different from most chapters. Because this chapter is the changing point of something.
Please be patient.

"Len, come here" You said, in your usual bored way

"Y-Yes.."
He carefully put the broom in his hands on the ground and walked to you. Looking down, he took his right hand in his left hand and played with his fingers nervously
"Can you take off your shorts for me?" You asked
That wasn't really a question, but you didn't care enough to make it sound like the order it was. He knew it was an order and couldn't be ignored. And you knew he knew.

He pursed his lips and gulped, obviously not wanting to do what he was told. Although he wasn't sure what was going to come next. Nothing good comes out of undressing after all.

"Yes..." He said finally. He moved his hands to his shorts and slowly pushed them down to his ankles.
Then he stood and grabbed the corners of his sailor styled shirt looking away.
"Your underwear too."
He gulped again, trying not to think of anything at all. You've been his master for almost a year and you had touched him in weird places many times. As if giving hints. But you have always done it with a straight face and half closed eyes, which was scary to Len. Sometimes you would order him cruelly, making him catch colds, scaring him, embarrassing him in front of others and such. But he didn't exactly hate you because of those, since you would always back him up in front of others. As if saying "Only I can make him suffer" or " He had enough. It's not fair to him suffer more than this" which made him truly happy, since he didn't have anyone who could support him. You would even help him with his chores at times. But you did that to other servants as well

You had three sides in general: Too cruel, Not caring much, too kind.
And at that time, it was something between the first and the second.

Len was still thinking. Probably about how he didn't expect you to want to disrespect his-
"Hurry up. I'm bored. You thinking won't change anything. If you have anything to say, say it. In the worst case scenario I'm going to torture you for a single night. And believe me, I'm not a sadist. I just like blood, so as long as you bleed it's going to be fun. It may not be as painful as it seems."
His eyes had widened somewhere between your sentences and his grip on his shirt was now tighter. He gulped for the last time before slowly pushing his underwear down to join his shorts. Since his shirt was so unnecessarily long, his private parts couldn't be seen yet. He was standing and looking anywhere but your way.
"Ugh." you got up from the sofa and walked towards him. He raised his head a little in surprise as soon as you moved, still not looking your way. And with every step you took he took one step back, his eyes widening and his face growing more worried.

You didn't protest. You liked how he was reacting. You liked teasing him. Since his shorts and underwear were still around his ankles it was hard for him to walk, harder to step back. And he was kind of panting. It was such a fun scene to watch. So you kept walking towards him with your hands in your pockets.
He finally fell back down with an "AAAAH!" Quickly covering his lower parts with his shirt looking down. "Hnnn..." He let out an uncomfortable sound, like that of a child when he doesn't want to do something.
You stopped in front of him, looking down at him like he was a rock. "Look at me."

He hesitated but looked up at you with a helpless face. He had sad eyebrows and wide eyes, noticeably quiet pants coming out of his open mouth, he was looking at you with tears in his eyes. Waiting.
"When I say remove your underwear, it obviously means I want to have access to what's on it's other side. I'm not getting what I want. You're not giving me what I want." You said with a rather blunt tone.
Len panted aloud before suddenly raising his voice and letting out something between a cry and a scream while moving on his knees and grabbing your ankles with no intention but begging.
"MASTER PLEASE!" he cried out. "PLEASE-! PLEAAAASE..." He kept crying and gasping in between his words.
"Please, what?"
"HNNG...PLEASE...CAN I- *HIC* NOT?"
You tilted your head a little. "Come on. I just want to see." You bended and tried to part him from yourself so you could reach the annoying piece of cloth that was in your way. But he Suddenly hugged your legs and started crying out loud again
"PLEASE! NOOO! NO! MASTER! I BEG YOU" And he was too busy crying to be able to say anything else.
"Geez." You sat down in front of him making him let go of your legs and jump back. Still close enough. He was panting.
"I don't get why you're so hesitant. Those parts you're trying so hard to cover are supposed to be shared with your 'lover'. But," You moved closer to Len, who was shedding tears. You moved your mouth closer to his ear, "You're never going to fall in love, right?" You turned to look at him face to face

"In order to fall in love with someone you need to at least see them once. But, as far as I know, you're my weak servant. I'm your master. The only person in your life. Do you even know anyone but me? As a child you were too young to understand anything, but you were quickly sold to my father. Who gave you to his eldest son as a present. And even though I was only seven, I wanted the two year-old you to be able to write and read first. That's the only reason you had the chance to go to school. For my sake. You had the chance to meet people. After you learned how to do chores. But damn, you didn't make a single friend. You didn't even talk to anyone. Now you're seventeen. Turning eighteen this year, the only people who've talked to you were my father's servants, no? All your life you've been living for my family's sake. Except for the two first years. You're someone I own. All the things that ever went into your stomach were paid for by my family. Every single thing you ever wore were bought for you by us. You're legally mine. Even after I die, you'll be my younger brother's. And after he dies, if you still, you know, exist, you'll be my other younger brother's. None of us is really outgoing and you're trained to do housework so, you're basically never going to have a lover. You're mine 'forever'." You cupped his wet face. He was looking down, not even panting anymore. Totally silent.

"You really needed to be reminded of how your life was up until now. You did everything for my sake." You brushed your thumb against his face and wiped his tears
"Which means, I'm the only one for you. I'm like your family. Not your brother, not your father. Like..." You tilted your head again "Your husband?"
He raised his eyebrows, eyes still staring at blank space.
"My dear Len... I'm the person you should show your everything to. If you're ever going to share your body with someone, it's going to be me. Your master. If you're ever going to have problems with private parts, I'm the only one you can turn to. And I'm not always amused enough to care. So, now that I want something from your body, you shouldn't let this chance go away easily. This is the only time someone other than youself is going to have anything to do with your body. So..."You moved closer to him "...offer it to me"

His eyes were no longer wide. They were half closed instead. His shoulders were relaxed. He blinked slowly. His mouth was still a little open.
"Don't worry. If you're beautiful enough, all I'm going to do is touch." Without saying anything else, you moved your hands and grabbed the corner of his shirt, making him tense up a little. You raised his shirt enough to see what he no longer had the right to hide. He was looking at his shirt in your hand. With sad eyebrows again. Obviously stressed. His manhood was way less 'manly' than yours.
"How strange is this..." You said, still looking at him there. "This is..." You moved your head a little closer to it, Len Quickly closed his slender legs. "Hnnn..." You looked up at him. He was blushing. Well, of course. You moved your head closer to his. And he moved his forearm in front of his face. You took his wrist and forced his hand back down on the ground slowly. "I want to see your face too."
He looked like he was going to cry again. "Mas...ter..." His face turned into a more uncomfortable one. You ignored that and looked back at his knees that were in your way. You spread his legs with both hands getting a "HNNNNNNMMMM..."

You look at his thing unbelievably "Was this...really created to go inside a woman and make her give birth?"
It wasn't the size. It just looked too unmanly. Too unmanly to be a man's.
He lowered his head and let out another cry sound. "aaaagh...Masteeer...Please..." He lowered his head more. "D-Don't embarrass me farther..."

You look at his head, then his chest. "This shirt is actually a little big for you. Don't you feel cold wearing this when working?" You moved your head closer to his chest. Everytime you moved your face closer to a part of his body it seemed like you wanted to bite him there. He turned his head. "S...Sometimes...yes..."
"I'll choose clothes for your winter later." He was staring at the ground. "Your genitals are cute."
His eyebrows saddened again as he let out an uncomfortable moan "Hnnn...m..aster...don't say these...things...I...I'm a boy..."

"What, can't boys be cute too? My youngest brother is also cute. I've never seen his genitals tho." You poked his 'cute' thing without a warning and he jumped back and closed his legs "AAAGH!"
"What the heck...? That isn't supposed to be soft, mine isn't soft. Yours shouldn't be either." You commented with half closed eyes.
"M-Master please...A-I have to clean the floor of the great hall by midnight...W-With just my h-hand and a rag... B-Butler George is going to get ma-AAAH"
You slammed your hand on the ground beside him and hovered over him. "Who is your master?" You asked. With your cold tone looking down at him.

"Y-Y-You are! You are...!"
His forearms were in front of his face again, he had moved his upperbody closer to the ground trying to distance himself from your scary face. All of his weight was on his right elbow.
"Whose order is more important? Mine or Butler George's?" You lifted his chin with your right hand
"Y-Yours! A-I'm sorr- AAAAGH!"
You moved your hand from his chin to his neck and grabbed it. You put him in a front choke hold with one hand and pushed him to the ground. He automatically grabbed your hand around his neck with both hands.
"UUUGH...AAAAGH!"
He let out shouts of panic. Even though you weren't pushing his neck.
"I dislike being compared to my own butler, whom I pay myself. Understood?"
If your hand wasn't there, he would have nodded. "Y-YES! A-I'M SORRY...I'M SORRY..."
He was panting again. You tightened your grip around his neck and he screamed
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! AGH..." You let go of him.
"God. Are you really a man? A woman would react more elegantly."
"Haaah...Haaah..." He was rubbing his neck when he suddenly moved both his hands to cover himself with his shirt.
"You know what? You can go. Go and clean the great hall's floor. But, " You reached for his ankles and completely removed his underwear and shorts as he screamed. "These are staying with 're not allowed to wear anything else either."
His eyes widened and he wanted to sit up but you pushed him back down with a hand. "I'll forbid coming to the great hall tonight. It'll be just you and I there. If you have any protest,"
You removed your belt and held it's ends with your right hand, then brushed it against his neck slowly, making him gasp.
"I'm always ready to punish you the traditional way."
He was shivering. His mouth was slightly open. Sharp inhales. Sharp exhales. It was getting boring. So you beat his neck with your belt once. But hard.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGH! NNAAA...AAAAAAA..." He was covering the beaten place with his hands. He clearly didn't expect that. "Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuugh... Aahaa...I'm sorryyhhhy..."
"Don't tell me things I already know more than twice. You're getting annoying. Get away from my sight."
With that, he quickly moved back and stood. Covering his neck with one hand and pulling his shirt on his lower parts with another. He bowed, and went towards the door but stopped before going out. He turned to you again.
"M...Master..."
You looked up at him then stood up. "What is it?"
"A-I...I..." He was looking away, still rubbing his neck.

His behavior was getting too annoying. You started walking toward him fast, but he started talking making you stop in place. "I was t-trained to do housework f-for your sake...And as a l-low-ranked servant owned by you I m-must..." He gulped "O-bey your every or...der...but-" He closed his mouth and lowered his head closing his eyes shut before talking again "Th-There are things I dislike doing but I d-do them anyway...B-Because they're orders but..." He gulped. "I'm...sorry but... A-I'm not u-used to ph-physical o-order-s..."

"What did you say? Oh, physical orders. You stammer too much." He lowered his head and his lips took a ~ shape. You walked closer.

"How about you start by doing easier things? As an example, can you hug me now?" He looked up at you with nervous eyes again, but he knew that look was annoying at the time, he lowered his head so you couldn't see his face. He slowly stepped forward and wrapped his slim arms around your torso. Hiding his face in your chest and trying to distance his lower body from yours. He gulped.

"...Take your clothes and leave. Don't forget to clean the great hall. It's allowed to go there for all." He quickly raised his head a little but it was still sticking to your chest

"Umm...D-Does that mean I can w...wear them?" You moved your hand toward his shirt and slipped your hand under it to pinch one of his sides "O-Ouch!" He tightened his grip on the back of your shirt.

"No stupid questions. It's obvious you can. But don't be happy. I have other things in mind." He gasped and slowly looked up at you. It was your turn to gulp. He looked cute. It seemed weird. He had always seemed cute but his body, not his attitude. You looked at his crystal blue orbs as he looked at your (E/C) Ones.

His eyelashes were still wet from crying. You could tell they were going to sore later. "Go. Just go." He slowly pulled away and bowed for the last time before taking his shorts and underwear and leaving.