His S*xual Addiction

"Are you sure that you'll just be fine there, my daughter?" My mom's voice quivered with concern, her worry etched on her face. I could see the lines of anxiety that had formed on her forehead from countless sleepless nights.

I couldn't help but let out a heartfelt laugh, hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere that enveloped us. My mom's eyes narrowed at me, her worry refusing to fade. "Oh, mother! Yes, I'll be just fine there! You have to believe in me, okay?"

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and I knew that her worry ran deep. Despite my attempts to reassure her, the weight of her concern was palpable in the air. It was at that moment that I realized how much she truly cared.

"Mom, it's me, Lyka Montefranca-your daughter. I'm going to work as a housekeeper in Gustavo's mansion, alright? I understand you worry about me but I'm not a child anymore; I can handle myself," I reassured her by a tender smile gracing my lips.

I was excited about starting my new job as a maid in Gustavo's mansion. Today was the day I would travel there, and I hoped the place would live up to its "humble" description. I had to take three buses to reach there. I know it will be tiring but I was grateful that my job application had been accepted. I thanked God for this opportunity.

My mother's face lit up as she absorbed my words, a gentle smile spreading across her lips. She stepped closer to me, and I anticipated a warm embrace, but instead, she playfully pinched my cheeks.

Ouch!

The slight pain only served as a reminder of her love.

"I am your mother, Lyka, and it's only natural for me to worry about you, my dear. I will undoubtedly miss you, my mischievous daughter! Promise me that you'll take good care of yourself there," she reminded me earnestly, and I nodded in response.

Ah, a mother's love truly knew no bounds.

As I turned to resume packing my belongings, a loud shout echoed from the other side of the room. I immediately recognized the voice-it belonged to my father. His deteriorating health had confined him to his bed, leaving him with nothing but frustration.

"Lucia!" His angry roar reverberated through the house.

"Lucia! Where are you?! You have to come here! I despise this wretched existence!" His tantrums had started again. My mother's expression changed in an instant; she grasped my hands firmly, locking her gaze with mine.

"Ahm, Lyka.... Promise me that you'll take care of yourself, alright? I won't be there to protect you. You made a promise, remember? I'll go to your father," she said hurriedly before rushing toward their room.

With a heavy heart, I continued to pack my belongings. Folding each shirt and item with care, I placed them inside my worn-out bag. This bag held sentimental value-it was the first thing I bought with my hard-earned money.

Just as I was about to zip up the bag and prepare myself to leave, a small hand grasped mine, pulling me back. It was my little brother, Dodong.

"S-sis?" His voice quivered, revealing his hunger and desperation. "Sis, do we have anything to eat? I-I'm so hungry, I need to eat," he pleaded.

Malnourished and lacking vital nutrients, his eyes bore the unmistakable signs of hunger. My heart nearly shattered, contemplating the life we were trapped in. I pitied him, I pitied myself, and I pitied our family. Dodong was a reminder of our poor circumstances. This was our reality-a life where we were among the "poorest of the poor." Basic necessities, like food, were luxuries we often lacked. We were fortunate enough to have a roof over our heads, but it did little to alleviate the hardships that burdened our existence.

"D-Dodong, hold on," I stammered and searched the pocket of my small bag. I had kept a piece of Rebeco biscuit there, planning to have it as a snack during my commute. But now, I knew my brother needed it more.

"Here, Dong, it's just one. I'm sorry. I'm sure it'll still satisfy your little stomach, right?" I teased, and he managed a weak laugh in response.

Now, happiness sparkled in his eyes. I loved how his facial expression changed because of such small things.

"Thank you, sis! I haven't eaten since yesterday. I just gave the food I found in the trash can to Ate Datdat," he exclaimed between bites of the biscuit, devouring it like a hungry monster.

"...But Ate Datdat won't get sick because of the food I gave her, right? When I found it in the trash, the owner had just thrown it away in a split second. I guess bacteria won't spread that fast, right?" he innocently asked.

Suddenly, a pang of pain struck my chest, burdened by what I heard. My determination to work increased even more so that I could at least feed my siblings with edible food.

Ate Datdat. He referred to our other sibling. We were only three siblings, but even with that small number, our parents struggled to provide us with three meals a day. I was the oldest among the three of us, and Dodong was the youngest.

"Hmmm, yeah, I think it should be fine. By the way, Dong, where is Ate Datdat?" I inquired, scanning our humble dwelling. I adjusted my mini bag, ready to go.

"In our room, sis," he replied. I nodded and walked towards our room. I could see a silhouette of a figure lying down. At first glance, it was clear that she was suffering, her emaciated frame revealing her bones. She was our priority in this household. It was alright if we couldn't eat three times a day as long as she could eat.

"Datdat... Have you eaten yet, my dear?" I asked softly, aware of her fragility inside and out. She responded with a weak smile.

"Is it time for you to leave... for work, sis?" she asked, deflecting my concern with another question. Sighing, I smiled and answered, "Yes, I'm heading to that mansion now. I'll buy food and medicine when I get paid, alright? You'll recover soon, okay?" I said, rubbing her hair gently.

She nodded and said, "I will, sis. You take care, okay?" She reminded me. I smiled and planted soft kisses on her forehead.

After our brief conversation, I exited the room. Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was already past seven in the morning.

The first bus was scheduled for eight o'clock, so I decided to say goodbye to Papa before leaving. I was always apprehensive about Papa's attitude-he seemed burdened by the weight of the world, constantly consumed by anger.

"Pa..." I called out, hoping for some acknowledgement. But he simply replied with a single "Oh," without even glancing in my direction. Papa sat in a chair by the window, lost in his own thoughts.

"Papa, I'm just here to bid goodbye. I'm leaving for work," I began, my voice trembling.

"Bullshit!" he interjected, cutting off my words with a profanity-laced outburst.

I bit my lip, tears welling up in my eyes. Papa's mockery stung deeply. I couldn't help but cry-I despised my vulnerability in moments like these.

"What's with being a housekeeper? You're degrading yourself by serving others for money! Stay here and serve your family, you stupid girl!" he shouted, his voice dripping with scorn. A single tear escaped my eyes. I couldn't help it-I was crying. I hated how vulnerable I felt in front of my father.

"Huh! What's wrong with being 'a maid'? Can't you at least be happy that your daughter wants to help? Look at you-what can you do? You're just sitting there..."

"I'm not blaming you or your condition, but please, Papa, be grateful that I care for you, Mama, Dodong, and Datdat! I just want to help. What's wrong with that?" I poured out my emotions, my voice cracking.

I was still sobbing, wiping away my tears. Papa continued to sit there, staring at me as if I were a stranger. His angry gaze pierced through me. He had changed so much. Gone were the days when he would hug me and pinch my cheeks, calling me "princess" when I was little. People really do change.

I took a deep breath, composing myself. Even as tears still streaked my face, I mustered the strength to speak. "Whether you like it or not, Papa, I will work as a maid. I just want to help. I hope you can appreciate that. Goodbye," I bid my farewell and headed towards the door. Upon reaching the hallway, I noticed Mother and Dodong standing in front of Papa's room. They had been listening to our exchange.

A weak smile formed on my face as Mother tapped my back gently. "Mother... Dodong, I'm leaving now..." I spoke, my voice filled with determination and a hint of sadness.

I took a deep breath, composing myself. Even as tears still streaked my face, I mustered the strength to speak. "Whether you like it or not, Papa, I will work as a maid. I just want to help. I hope you can appreciate that. Goodbye," I bid my farewell and headed towards the door.

Upon reaching the hallway, I noticed Mother and Dodong standing in front of Papa's room. They had been listening to our conversation.

A weak smile formed on my face as Mother tapped my back gently. "Mom... Dodong, I'm leaving now..." I spoke, my voice filled with determination and a hint of sadness.

I heard my mother sigh, her voice laden with hesitation as she spoke. "Hays, you really have to take care of yourself, okay?"

With a determined nod, I looked into her eyes. "Okay, Mom. I promise you, I will take care of myself."

Her voice trembled slightly as she repeated her plea, her concern shining through. "Take care, okay? Promise your mother, okay?"

"I promise, Mother. With all my heart," I replied earnestly, attempting to alleviate her worries with my reassurance.

A playful glint entered my eyes as I turned my attention to Dodong. "Hey, Dodong! While I'm away, I need you to be the strong one for Mother and Ate Datdat. And perhaps, if you can find a way, try to lighten Papa's mood. I know you can have a way with him, little brother," I said, trying to infuse a touch of lightheartedness into the heavy atmosphere.

A smile brightened Dodong's face as he nodded eagerly. "Yes, Ate! I'll take good care of them. You take care too, and make us proud!"

Before departing, I cast a final glance at my mother, feeling the weight of bittersweet emotions tugging at my heart. I enveloped her in a tight embrace, the warmth of our connection mingling with the underlying sense of longing. As I handed her my keypad cellphone, a tender smile curved my lips. "Keep it, Mom. This way, I can always reach out to you. I've already saved the number of this phone. If I need to contact you, I can borrow a phone at the mansion."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she embraced the phone, holding it close to her heart. "Thank you, Lyka. It means a lot to me. And don't worry about us. We'll manage. Focus on your dreams and aspirations. You will always have our love and support."

Her words stirred a mix of emotions within me-gratitude, love, and a hint of sadness. The embrace lingered a moment longer, conveying unspoken sentiments before I finally pulled away, a sense of purpose propelling me forward.

As I settled into the bus seat, the weight of uncertainties ahead settled upon my shoulders. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down upon me. My mind wandered, contemplating what awaited me in that grand mansion-would it be a place of opportunity, or would it present unforeseen challenges?

Lost in my musings, a pang of hunger interrupted my thoughts, reminding me of the sacrifices I had made. I remembered giving Dodong the last piece of biscuit from my mini bag, knowing deep down that he needed it more than I did. Although my stomach growled in protest, I held no regrets. Dodong's well-being was worth more than my temporary discomfort and hunger.

As the bus rumbled along the road, I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes for a brief moment of solace.

"Hey miss, I'm selling biscuits. Would you like to buy it?" A woman in her early 30's approached me.

I wanted to buy them because I was hungry, but I didn't have any money left. I only had enough for transportation. I hadn't eaten anything because there was no food at home.

"Thank you for offering, but I'm not hungry," I politely replied.

She smiled mischievously and insisted, "Oh, really? I heard your stomach growl like a hungry lion! Rawr! Rawr! Rawr!" She even acted it out.

"No, you must be mistaken. I'm perfectly fine! I'm not hungry," I said, glancing out the window, pretending to be interested in the view. But honestly, it was just the pollution outside, not something worth looking at.

I decided to try and sleep to forget about my hunger. Maybe if I slept, it wouldn't bother me as much.

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I was on my way to the mansion, riding the third bus. The problem was, I was really hungry, and it was making my head hurt. Everything looked blurry, like there were two of everything. It was a terrible feeling.

"Relax, Lyka! Take it easy," I told myself, trying to calm down. But I couldn't stop the cold sweats that covered my face. I tried drinking some water to ease my hunger, but it didn't help much.

Finally, we arrived at the mansion, but I still needed to take a cab to get to the actual house. The villa was enormous-when I say big, I mean really big! I couldn't believe one family only lives here, it could pass as a subdivision!

I could barely walk straight. My head was pounding, and my vision was still blurry. A man in a jersey noticed me and asked if I was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. Can you help me find a cab, please?" I pleaded, feeling like I was going to be sick. My stomach was in knots. I just needed something to eat!

"Okay, but are you sure you're alright? You look pale," he said, concerned. I nodded repeatedly, not knowing what would happen next. All I wanted was to lie down, take a nap, and eat. Life can be so cruel sometimes.

"Miss! I found a cab," he called out.

I smiled and thanked him, relieved to have found a way to my destination. As I climbed into the cab, cold sweat continued to trickle down my palms. This was not good. I wanted to make a good impression on my first day, but my face looked tired beyond measure.

"We've arrived at the address you gave me, miss," the cab driver informed me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I paid the cab driver and expressed my gratitude before stepping out. Despite my weakened state, my face still reflected a sense of astonishment as I took in the sight of the mansion before me. It was grand and exquisitely beautiful!

The exterior showcased a vintage charm with a touch of uniqueness. The theme and design emanated elegance, promising a sophisticated interior that matched the grandeur of the outside.

A woman in her forties, dressed in a housekeeper's uniform, approached and asked if I was okay. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to hide my current state. "Yes, ma'am," I replied, my voice slightly shaky.

She observed me for a few moments before speaking again. "Oh, great! You must be Lyka Montefranca. Come, let's go inside. Madam is waiting for you," she said, leading the way towards the house.

Though still feeling lightheaded, I gathered my strength and followed her. With a sigh, I caught her attention.

"Are you okay, Lyka? You look pale..." she asked, concern evident in her voice.

I mustered a smile to disguise my condition. "Yes, ma'am."

She chuckled and corrected me, "Oh, call me 'Linda', not ma'am. It's too formal! HAHA!" Her laughter lightened the atmosphere as we continued our walk towards the mansion.

As we entered, the sight of the dazzling chandelier welcomed us with a warm glow. The place exuded opulence and hinted at its extravagant cost.

"Madam, this is Lyka, the new housekeeper of this mansion," Linda introduced me to an elegant woman. Contrary to what I had seen in movies, where the "Madam" character often appeared strict, she wore a gentle smile. At that moment, I sensed her kind-heartedness.

"Hello, Lyka!" she greeted me warmly.

I attempted to reciprocate the greeting with a smile, but my body refused to cooperate. Fatigue and dizziness overwhelmed me.

That was the last thing I remembered before everything faded into darkness.

"Is she alright?"

"She looks pale."

The voices surrounded me as I slowly opened my eyes, greeted by a ceiling painted in soothing shades of blue. Confusion filled my mind as I tried to piece together my surroundings. Where am I?

"She's awake!"

"Hey, Lyka! Are you okay now?" Miss Linda's concerned voice reached my ears, but my head throbbed, making it hard to focus.

"Miss Linda, what happened?" I asked, my gaze scanning the room. Madam approached, walking towards the side of the bed where I lay.

"You made us worried, Lyka. You fainted...." she explained, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. As she did so, her kind nature became evident.

"F-fainted? Oh my! I'm so sorry, Madam! It's my first day here in the mansion, and I should be working!" I exclaimed, ready to jump up and resume my duties. However, Madam stopped me.

"No, no, it's okay. You need to rest-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud growl echoed from my stomach. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Not again! The hunger persisted, refusing to be ignored.

"Oh, uh, sorry Madam, Miss Linda...." I mumbled shyly, avoiding their gaze.

"Oh! You fainted because you were hungry, right?" Madam asked, deducing the cause. I was about to deny it, but before I could utter a word, she instructed Miss Linda, "Prepare some food for Lyka, immediately!" Her command was swift, and Miss Linda promptly obeyed.

What was happening? I was supposed to be the one serving them, but here they were, taking care of me.

"Lyka, what happened? You didn't eat anything before coming here? That's not a healthy lifestyle, Miss," Madam scolded, her concern evident.

I couldn't believe it. They were just too kind, too caring.

"Here it is, Madam."

"Thank you, Linda..."

"...Lyka, feel free to eat now. Satisfy your hunger, okay? After you've eaten, Linda will show you around the mansion. It's nice to meet you!" Madam said before bidding her farewell.

Once again, I was taken aback by their unexpected kindness. I had anticipated a strict and unfriendly environment, but instead, they displayed genuine care and compassion. Perhaps, working here would turn out to be a positive experience after all.

"You may eat now, Lyka," Miss Linda said with a warm smile.

I mouthed a silent 'thank you' and, following Madam's instructions, I began to satisfy my hunger.

The food in front of me looked absolutely delicious! My mouth watered at the sight of it. I couldn't believe they allowed a maid like me to eat such expensive fruits and dishes. It felt like I was being spoiled.

"Thank you so much, Miss Linda. The food was amazing!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands with delight.

"Madam is truly kind, isn't she?" Miss Linda said, helping me to stand up. I feel much better now. Food really works like magic. I chuckled at my own thoughts.

"She really is! I'm sure I'm going to love working here," I replied, excitement evident in my voice.

"Calm down, Miss. Now, I'll show you the maids' quarters," Miss Linda said, leading me to a plain pink door adorned with a simple lace doorknob. It looked simple yet neat. As we entered, four beds greeted us.

Four beds? That meant there were two other housekeepers besides me. No wonder the mansion was so big.

"This bed is for you, Lyka, and the one next to it is mine," Miss Linda explained. "The other two are for Joday and Doday. Since you're all close in age, I'm sure you'll become good friends," she smiled.

So, Joday and Doday were my fellow housekeepers. I hoped we would get along well. I quickly placed my belongings on my bed. It looked warm and comfortable. Each bed also had a small table beside it. The maids in this mansion were definitely well taken care of.

Miss Linda proceeded to show me around the mansion-the kitchen, the pool area, the garage, the garden-every nook and cranny except for one room, which belonged to someone named Kiro. I didn't bother asking about it since I wasn't particularly interested.

"Lyka, this is our uniform- the maid's uniform," Miss Linda handed me the outfit.

"You should change into it since it's time for work."

I went to the comfort room to change and looked at myself in the mirror. The uniform suited me surprisingly well. Was I really destined to be a maid? I chuckled at the thought.

"Wow! You look stunning in the uniform, Lyka! Your beauty doesn't match what you're wearing. You look like a princess!" Miss Linda exclaimed, looking at me with awe.

Princess. That's what my Papa used to call me when I was a child. I smiled weakly at the memory.

"Thank you, Miss Linda," I said shyly.

"Oh my goodness! You're such a sweet and beautiful person, Lyka! Now, let's head to the kitchen and get to work," she said, leading the way as I followed.

As we entered the kitchen, the air was filled with a mouthwatering aroma. It seems that Joday and Doday have already cooked something delicious.

"Joday and Doday, come over here! I want to introduce you to our new friend that Madam hired," Miss Linda called out.

The two immediately approached us. Like me, they were dressed in maid uniforms. I wanted to smile at them, but their expressions seemed to say 'don't smile at us'.

"This is Joday, Lyka. She's assigned to take care of the pool and garage areas of the mansion," Miss Linda introduced me to her. Joday had cute curls and fierce eyes. I smiled at her, but she just smirked in response.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely.

"K," was Joday's short response.

"And this is Doday," Lady Linda continued. Doday had a bubbly personality, with a carefree and cheerful attitude.

"Hi Lyka! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Doday exclaimed, repeating the phrase several times. I extended my hand to shake hers, but she surprised me by pulling me into a hug. It was endearing.

Despite Joday's stern look, there was a friendliness about Doday. Overall, I felt like I would enjoy working with them.

"You're so cute, Doday!" I said, trying to compliment her. But her mood suddenly shifted.

"What did you just say?" Doday's expression changed, and she raised an eyebrow.

I looked at Lady Linda, confused about the sudden change in Doday's demeanor. What had I said wrong?

"W-what's wrong with being cute, Doday?" I asked, seeking an explanation.

"It's just wrong and unrighteous. I'm not just cute, I'm beautiful!" Doday replied, sounding a bit angry.

"Oh, um, yes! You're beautiful like a goddess, perhaps?" I tried to appease her, and she responded by latching onto my arm.

"Oh my gosh, you're right! I am a goddess, aren't I? You're so honest! Oh my gosh!" Doday exclaimed in her unique way. She was definitely an interesting character.

"Okay, okay, girls! Back to work!" Miss Linda intervened, bringing our attention back to our duties. We quickly went to our assigned areas. I was in charge of the garden, so I hurriedly made my way there.

As I entered the garden, I was greeted by a breathtaking sight. There were various flowers like daisies, rosemary, roses, orchids, and more. It was a paradise of colors and scents, reminding me of my mother's love for flowers. I felt a pang of longing for my family.

I busied myself by picking fresh leaves from the plants and trees. The work was not too demanding, and I enjoyed being surrounded by nature.

"Lyka! It's time to eat lunch!" I heard Miss Linda's voice calling from the mansion. I responded with a shout of acknowledgement and quickly made my way inside.

"Lyka, please help me prepare the food," Miss Linda instructed me.

I smiled and replied, "Yes, Miss."

"By the way, Lyka, you look familiar. When you were standing in front of the gate earlier, you reminded me of someone I know," Miss Linda said, trying to explain herself.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I remind you of someone? Who is this person you're talking about, Miss?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, forget about that, Lyka! Haha! Let's just focus on our work," she said, changing the subject and setting the table with utensils. It was strange. My face seemed familiar to her, and she mentioned someone from her past.

Who could it be? I let out a sigh, deciding to put that thought aside and concentrate on my tasks.

As I looked at the table, I noticed that there were only five plates. Miss Linda had mentioned that Madam wanted the maids to eat with her. So, I assumed the five plates were for Madam, Lady Linda, Joday, Doday, and myself. But what about Kiro? I had no idea about Kiro's connection to Madam. Was he her husband or son? And why were there only five plates?

"Joday, does Madam live alone in this mansion?" I asked, leaning towards Joday who was standing next to me.

"Are you dumb or something? Do you think we are ghosts?" she replied sarcastically, or maybe it was meant as a joke.

"No, that's not what I meant. I was asking if she's the only one living here, without any relatives," I clarified.

Joday rolled her eyes at me. "Huh! Can you stop bothering me? I'm here to work... And to answer your question, it's something for me to know and for you to find out," she smirked.

Sighing again, I realized that Joday and I probably wouldn't get along very well.