Chapter 3

On the big bed in the hotel room.

Kaelen and I sat side by side, the atmosphere very silent.

To liven things up, I had to find a random topic.

“Why did you get into this line of work?”

“Couldn't do anything else.”

I instantly imagined the classic tragic trope: a poor young man dropping out, losing his job, and finally ending up in the escort business.

I tried to offer polite comfort.

“Hey, this isn't so bad either. It's a long-standing profession with a rich history, you shouldn't feel ashamed.”

Kaelen seemed disinclined to talk about his job, frowning.

“Let's get to the point. What do you want to do?”

Straight to business, huh?

Wasn't that a bit fast?

I shyly rubbed my hands: “O-Okay. What can we do? Can we… get intimate?”

His frown deepened: “*I* 'intimate' *you*?”

Huh? What else?

I asked confused: “Or, should *I* 'intimate' *you*?”

“No.”

“Then can I, uh, touch your… gun?”

“No.”

“How about just looking?”

“No.”

“Touching your pecs must be okay, right?”

“Absolutely not!!”

Kaelen’s suddenly raised voice startled me.

I stared blankly at the man who had suddenly moved a step away, his ears flushed.

Why so agitated?

My previous requests weren't any less scandalous, so perhaps his chest was a sensitive spot?

I thought for a moment, then just asked directly: “You're all about show, no… other services?”

He thought for a moment: “Yes.”

*What a chaste man*.

Looks like tonight would be pure conversation under the covers.

I yawned bored: “Alright, I'm going to take a shower. Make yourself at home.”

He didn't move, seemingly indifferent.

When I came out wrapped in a towel.

I saw Kaelen sitting on the bed, looking through my phone.

“Hey! Don't you have any professional ethics?!”

I angrily pounced, trying to snatch it back.

The man was tall with long legs, and with one arm raised, he easily evaded me, leaving his phone out of my reach even on tiptoes.

Instead, it looked like I was throwing myself into his arms, rubbing and touching him.

Several times, my face almost buried itself in his bulging chest.

Kaelen pressed his lips tightly together, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the headboard, immobilizing me.

His voice was a little strained and hoarse.

“You’re my client?”

I froze for a moment, then suddenly understood.

He had been looking through our chat history.

Did he think someone else had booked the male model for me?

What’s wrong with a woman booking a male model for herself? The Dark Ages are over, you old-fashioned conservative.

I glared at him in dissatisfaction.

“Yes, so what?!”

The grip on my wrists loosened slightly.

Kaelen frowned, looking at me sharply for a moment.

His expression seemed to hold a hint of disappointment.

He chastised me in a low voice: “So young, why are you so reckless?”

I was startled by his scolding.

When I came to my senses, I grew even more indignant—

I was right! This guy was a total old-fashioned conservative!