Glass Hearts [BL]
Chapter 70: Walking OnlyFans Ad[June’s POV]

Chapter 70: Walking OnlyFans Ad[June’s POV]

I didn’t have the strength to scream again. Not after what my poor eyeballs had endured today.

Instead, I turned around, raised the feather duster, and hissed, "Seriously, what is wrong with you? Can you just leave?"

Ian leaned against the doorway like a smug Greek god with zero shame and even less clothing.

"I don’t like you, Ian. You know it. I’m not trying to play games."

"I don’t like you either," he said, crossing his arms over his obnoxiously perfect chest.

"You do realize I could sue you for emotional assault, right? After what you made me go through today? I’m still recovering from the psychological trauma of what you made me see today. You’re supposed to be embarrassed or shy or something...but no. You’re basically still flaunting it in my face."

"You really think you could survive suing me?" he scoffed. "You’d lose in three seconds. But hey, maybe you’d go viral first. ’Local maid traumatized by billionaire nudity.’ The clickbait writes itself."

"First of all," I snapped, still avoiding eye contact, "I’m a janitor. Not a maid. Second, I’m traumatized by your existence."

He grinned wider. "Oh really? Why should I be embarrassed cos you saw my diicckkkkkk."

He dragged the word out like he was proud of it.

"So many girls would kill to be in your shoes. People would pay good money to see something this beautiful."

I scoffed. "You’re disgusting."

"Are you sure?" he asked, stepping further into the room. "Because from what I saw earlier... you looked like you were drooling."

I rolled my eyes. "I was staring in horror, not drooling."

"Sure, you were." He was close now. Too close. I could practically feel the heat rolling off him...and not in a good way. "And yet.....you haven’t stopped talking about it. Or thinking about it."

I took a steadying breath. "Do you always harass your house staff? Or is this just a special form of psychological torture you reserve for me?"

"You’re not staff," he laughed. "You’re... punishment."

"For who?" I scoffed. "Because I’m the one suffering."

He shrugged again. "Whoever pissed off the universe enough to send you to me."

I scowled. "God, I hate you."

"I get that a lot."

"Look," I muttered, checking my phone. "It’s almost 8PM. Whatever you came here for, just say it. I have actual things to do."

That was when it hit.

A sharp, stabbing pain in my stomach.

My breath caught. I doubled over slightly, clutching my side and lowering myself onto the edge of the bed.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Ian asked, but I didn’t hear what he said earlier.

"No," I whispered.

He frowned. "You’re so annoying."

I didn’t even have the energy to argue.

Then his tone shifted, more awkward. "Don’t tell anyone what happened today."

I blinked at him. "What?"

He scratched the back of his head, eyes flicking anywhere but my face. "You know... the whole... thing. The accidental flashing. Don’t tell your nerdy boyfriends....August and September or whatever."

I burst out laughing. Like, actual wheezing. The pain still clutched at my stomach, but his stupidity was just too much for me to handle.

"You do care," I kept on laughing. "You’re embarrassed!"

"I’m not," he said defensively. "I just don’t want it affecting my aura. You weren’t supposed to see it."

"But I did," I teased, grinning wickedly. "And now you’re haunted by it."

"Look," he said. "You don’t have the privilege to see something like that. Just... keep it to yourself. I’m sure you’ll be fantasizing about it every night, anyway. I basically blessed your eyes and all, but don’t make it weird."

"You’re disgusting."

"Yeah, yeah...whatever, July," he muttered, already walking away.

I snapped the duster into two, staring at it in my hands.

God, how I wished it was Ian’s head I’d just snapped in two.

I was still picturing it...his stupid, smug face

and planning new and innovative ways to commit crimes with cleaning supplies, when his head popped right back in through the doorframe again.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered.

He had that devil-may-care grin plastered across his lips.

"Oh, and just so you know..." His voice dropped really low as he but his lower lip. "It tastes just as good as it looks. So if you ever want a taste... be a good girl. I might let you."

I made a face so disgusted. "Eww. What are you, a walking OnlyFans ad?"

I shook my head. "After what I saw in your room....used magnum condoms, three open boxes of lube, the red lingerie, and those BDSM equipments.... You’re obviously a walking sex addict. I’d rather gargle acid. Or lick the bottom of a public bus than to ever consider your overinflated ego dick!"

"I bet you would." He laughed like I’d just paid him a compliment. "Mouth like that and you’re still a virgin? Tragic."

I grabbed the broken duster and launched the fluff half at the door. "Get out!"

And then he was gone...for real this time.

I stood there fuming, disgusted, and 99.9% certain that Satan was real and currently walking around this mansion shirtless.

I stared at the space where his head had been, then looked down at the snapped duster in my hand and whispered to myself:

"I’m gonna need ten showers... and a priest."

I scrubbed the toilet like it had personally wronged me.

"Stupid Ian," I muttered, jabbing the brush hard into the porcelain. "Cocky, perverted, overhyped abs."

The water splashed up.

But then... his words echoed again in my head.

"Mouth like that and you’re still a virgin?"

I paused, hand frozen mid-scrub.

How did he know that I’m a virgin?

Was it that obvious? Did I have some kind of... virgin face? Was I giving off "innocent and untouched" energy? Is there a... virgin scent God.

"Ughhh!" I groaned and slammed the toilet seat shut.

"I hate him. I hate him so much, I want to strangle something. Preferably him...slowly. While he’s naked and cold."

I picked up the spray bottle and imagined his neck. I couldn’t stop thinking about that sex cave he called bedroom.

It didn’t help.

After wiping down the last mirror, I pulled out my phone and opened my gallery. My thumb hovered over one picture.....one I didn’t even need to zoom into because I had stared at it a thousand times.

Ren.

Smiling like the golden boy he was, in that soft black sweater with the sleeves pulled up, hair pushed back, looking like someone who’d never make a girl cry or offer to let her "taste" anything. Just pure, soft and beautiful.

"I swear, if I ever get to clean his house..." I whispered. "I’ll clean every mirror and bless every floor. Happily and willingly. I’ll even mop topless if he wants."

Knock knock.

I jumped.

It wasn’t Ian, thank God.

It was the older butler, in his ironed uniform, holding a clipboard.

"Miss June," he said, clearing his throat. "Are you done here?"

I straightened, wiped sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. "Yes, sir."

"Alright. There’s one more room." He glanced at the paper on his clipboard. "Mistress Yuri’s."

Oh

Of course.

The one Han child I hadn’t seen yet....

As I grabbed my cart and followed him down the hall, all I could think was:

If she’s anything like her brother... may the cleaning gods be with me.