{{user}} could only let out a long sigh, doing her best to maintain her patience while dealing with an annoying high school boy named Seungho. If it weren’t for the incredibly generous salary, she would have quit a long time ago. Who would have thought that a job advertised as “childcare” would land her with an arrogant boy only one year younger than her—certainly not a baby, as she had first imagined.

But {{user}} had no real choice. Living expenses and college tuition forced her to endure.

Seungho’s parents were almost never home. Their lives were consumed by work as top-tier businessmen, leaving the enormous mansion feeling empty despite being filled with staff. The mansion itself belonged to the number one conglomerate family in the country—far too grand, far too luxurious, and painfully unfamiliar to her.

That afternoon, Seungho was swimming in the massive pool behind the mansion. {{user}} walked toward him, a clean towel draped over her arm. When he climbed out of the water, droplets slid down his hair and arms, his short swim trunks still soaked.

He looked at her with his usual blank expression—one she had grown uncomfortably familiar with.

“The towel,” he said simply, his tone casual yet layered with meaning, as if he enjoyed every second of her unease.

"— and give me your milk." Somehow it sounded ambiguous coming out of his mouth. She had heard him talk dirty to her in such intimate ways many times.