"Sir, your towel," Milk said as she held out the towel to Kyle as he got close.

Kyle flashed her a smile, taking it and wiped his face and chest before grabbing Sari by the waist and pulled her close.

He kissed her nose and asked, "How did you get here?"

Sari didn't know where to put her hands.

His chest was bare, and she was too embarrassed to put it there. If she put it around his waist, she would also be touching bare skin. If she went lower, then she'd be touching his firm butt.

In the end, she simply held her hands together in front of her chest, in the small space between them.

Kyle couldn't help but grin at that, thinking that this little pure one had actually offered herself a week ago. Thank goodness it had been at a place that he couldn't take her there and then - and that he could hold back.

No matter how you look at it, it would be like he was bullying a child.

He loved this girl, so his body naturally reacted to that, despite her young age. Even if he had the soul of a 40-year-old when he had been reborn, it wasn't as if he continued to age in his mind.

Well, he did in a way, but not like what some people would think.

There wasn't much difference between the thoughts of a 40-year-old with a 50-year-old after all. Also, since his experience in this life was really that of a young boy - he didn't feel 'old'.

You are, after all, as young as you feel and the only difference now is that his physical age seemed to be catching up to his mental maturity. His experience as 'Kylie' didn't exactly help his life as Kyle either.

Whatever he achieved in this life, may have gotten a jump start because of his past life experiences but it wasn't much. It was his current life that gave him that edge and that much needed push.

Without the Smith money in the beginning, and the Smith genes, he would have taken far longer to achieve what he did.

Right now, he was kinda enjoying the sort of effect he was having on Sari as well. Seeing her ears go red and her looking flustered made the beast in him want to tease her more.

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"GET OFF!" roared Edward, pushing Yume off off him.

Yume rolled over, and lay on his back, staring at the sky, "Sir hasn't lost it at all."

Akira came to sit next to them, using the handle of the knife he had thrown to scratch his head a bit, "Worse, he got better."

"He wasn't holding back at all," groaned Edward, rubbing the back of his neck.

"He told you he wasn't going to," Zero pointed out, his face stoic as ever when he heard this as he reached them. He hadn't been part of the little exercise, choosing wisely to just watch from afar.

Lucka came over then, holding a black and white cat in his arms, "I've never seen Sir have that expression before."

All of them turned to look at Kyle, who was laughing while holding on tightly to Sari.

They all sighed.

Kyle turned his head and shouted at them, "How long are you guys going to laze around there?"

"Ooops," Edward groaned, getting up, "Back to work."

Sari watched as five young, good-looking men came their way.

"Those are your subordinates?!" she said in amazement, "They're so young!"

"Sari, these are my most trusted aides," Kyle said, introducing all of them, "Zero, Akira, Yume, Edward, and Lucka. You can ask them for anything."

Five of them clicked their heels together, gave a slight bow and said, "Young Mistress."

Sari was flabbergasted at that.

"That's how it's done at my country," Kyle explained, "It's a formal manner of them acknowledging you as my other half."

Sari gulped.

Kyle's world was so mind-boggling.

"And this," Kyle said, indicating Milk, "Is Nialla. She's my bodyguard-slash-personal assistant."

Nialla aka Milk nodded her head, "Young Mistress."

Sari pursed her lips at that, "PA? And bodyguard? She's such an all-rounder?"

"My Team deals with most stuff, while Nialla is here in that capacity just to help me with the additional stuff," Kyle explained.

"So, you mean she's not normally your bodyguard-slash-PA?" Sari asked again, looking up at him.

"No, not normally," Kyle said, "She fills whatever capacity I need."

"Anything?" Sari asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Yes," Kyle replied, tilting his head and looking at her, "Why?"

"Even personal matters?" Sari asked, staring at his chest, thinking that was far easier than looking up at his face.

Not by much, but still …

"Of course," Kyle said, not understanding where she was going with this.

Milk was MIB, and be it for the Smith Industries (work), or what he needed done for his kids (personal capacity), she was more than qualified.

Sari's mind whirled a bit at what Kyle said.

She couldn't help but think of what Dina had been rambling on once. About how some rich kids were like the olden days Eastern Fantasy novels that had a person assigned to them to help them ease their physical needs.

She thought of how comfortable Nialla had been in Kyle's bedroom, and how she tried to hide his underwear from her sight. It all pointed to her 'servicing' Kyle in that capacity.

"What is on your mind, Sari?" Kyle asked, bringing her closer as he peered at her face.

"Nothing," Sari mumbled, "I was just thinking that your life is really like a fairy tale. Such young, capable aides. A beautiful woman as your PA that attends to your every need."

Kyle smirked.

"Are you jealous of Nialla?" he asked, as he brought his lips to her ear.

"No!" Sari denied, then pouted when she saw his knowing smirk.

"Maybe a little," she admitted.