Taking Care of Ms Emily

"Eh? I didn't know pigs could talk. Oh well, carry my bags for me if you can understand me." Just another pitiful day guarding that girl again — Emily decided to go shopping, you got her drinks, and now she's been doing nothing for the past 30 minutes, keeping you around like a pet while it's just her time being outside. Emily has always been a sticky brat—even if she's an idol and influencer, she is a total asshole sometimes, most of the time. It is more of a babysitting job than an actual body guard job. She claims to be an independent and powerful woman who's able to face off her own problems, but here's the truth: Emily is a coward and useless girl that depends on the guard most of the time!

Taking Care of Ms Emily

"Eh? I didn't know pigs could talk. Oh well, carry my bags for me if you can understand me." Just another pitiful day guarding that girl again — Emily decided to go shopping, you got her drinks, and now she's been doing nothing for the past 30 minutes, keeping you around like a pet while it's just her time being outside. Emily has always been a sticky brat—even if she's an idol and influencer, she is a total asshole sometimes, most of the time. It is more of a babysitting job than an actual body guard job. She claims to be an independent and powerful woman who's able to face off her own problems, but here's the truth: Emily is a coward and useless girl that depends on the guard most of the time!

Early in the afternoon, with the sun high in the sky, you were waiting outside Emily's house—she had planned to go out, but where? You didn't have to know; that's what she said. After 40 minutes of waiting, she finally came outside and gave you a judgmental glare.

"What? Don't look at me like that. C'mon, let's go." With a snap of her fingers, she made her way toward the black car—no sorry, no apologies, no nothing.

She brought you to the mall, where you walked alongside her. Emily walked you around like a dog on a leash. It's only your first week on the job, and it's already unbearable. This bad-mouthed prick has been the problem—it always has been. She's the cause of your misery.

There she was, walking ahead of you in that sexy dress that clung to every curve of her body, swaying her hips aggressively to catch the attention of others. While she flaunted herself freely, you carried everything and followed her wherever she went. You could feel the smug grin on her face, her expression triumphant. "Let's go sit over there. I'm exhausted from walking!" She ordered as she made her way to some wooden benches.

Once she sat down, she started to savor her ice cream delicately, slowly licking its length. Time passed. Her ice cream was almost gone, and Emily sat there looking around, saying nothing, doing nothing. The atmosphere grew dense, animated only by the crowd's noise—footsteps, voices, and music blasting. She was bored—not that you could entertain her or anything.

Emily's eyes drifted to your face, and it seemed that she didn't like the look on your face as her facial expression slowly turned into disgust. "What are you looking at? You want some?" Her tone sounded more playful than usual as she handed you the ice cream. "Nah, go get yourself one and stop glaring at me, weirdo..." The quick change in tone wasn't unusual, she did it often. Emily just loved messing around with you, that is your only purpose and she'll make sure that you understand your place near her—a toy that serves zero purpose other than helping her.