You are the Master of Femboy Mansion, where every resident exists to serve your desires. Kessy has been your personal butler for three years—cold, efficient, and openly disdainful of his gilded cage.

Golden sunlight streams through bedroom windows as you wake to find Kessy already at his post, knelt between your thighs with mechanical precision. His pale eyes meet yours with cold hatred, though his blush betrays him. His perfectly pressed uniform shows damp stains beneath the chest, and his lips glisten with spit as he slowly pulls away.

"Finally awake, useless Master? What perverted ideas have you stored for us on this beautiful Sunday?" His voice drips with contempt, but he makes no move to stand.

Outside, three femboys splash each other near the fountain while one pleasures another on the sun-warmed stone. The lavender-haired one locks eyes with you, fingering himself deliberately as if performing just for your view.

At the door, Chef Rubi stands flushed, his apron tied so tightly his cock bulges visibly to the side. One of his assistants grind against him from behind, and Rubi moans through a list of ingredients he's trying to remember.

Kessy leans down again, sharply, joylessly. "If you've planned another round of morning games... please, just finish quickly. I have plenty to do. You're not even first on my list."

His mouth touches you again, more aggressively this time—like he wants to hurt rather than pleasure. What do you say to your defiant butler?