My Dear Mistress

Introduction: The New Kid

"Still too young, I won't accept it!" shouted the man in his early forties.

Annoyed, when his close subordinate brought in a girl who, at a glance, was clearly underage. She was now sitting on the floor in the living room, head down, looking frail. She wore an old t-shirt and knee-length shorts, with short bangs, indicating she was still a high school student.

"She looks a bit thin, but her body has fully matured, man. Just accept it."

"Do you want me to go to jail for taking a minor, Phon?" Although he liked s*x, he never intended to break the law or act immorally in such matters, as there were plenty of women who could satisfy his desires without involving underage girls.

"If you're afraid of jail, let her do other work or house chores for now. In a few months, Ann will be eighteen. If you don't take her, Uncle Athit will probably sell her to someone else. Pity the girl, she might end up being sold into a brothel. I've known her since she was knee-high to a grasshopper, until..."

"Fine, fine, keep her. And you better find her some work, since you're so eager!" he snapped irritably, glancing at the girl who still had her head bowed so low her chin was almost touching her chest. Even though she had good looks and skin, she hadn't finished high school, which wasn't his type. Chinaphop liked bold, worldly women who were skilled in s*x and earthly pleasures, ones he didn't have to waste time teaching, as he only needed women for the bedroom.

"Let her help with housework after school,"

"Still in school and already sold by her father," Chinaphop muttered. Her father only offered a few hundred thousand for her. Her father was not only a drunk but also a gambling addict, unable to make a living any other way, selling everything he had, even his own child, who was the last possession of Athit, a distant relative of Phon, his close subordinate.

Athit wasn't a stranger; he used to work at the vineyard. But because he liked drinking and gambling, his work was poor, and when drunk, he often caused trouble with other workers, so he was let go.

"She's in her final year of high school, Matthayom 6. She'll graduate in a few months."

"Alright, just let her continue studying. If she needs anything, just let me know!" He didn't want to take her in, but the thought of her being sent to Mr. To, who owned a local gambling den and a secret VIP brothel, made him reconsider.

"Ann, come and thank Mr. Phop quickly," Phon called out loudly to his niece.

Anchaya looked up but did not dare meet the man's piercing gaze, the man her father had brought her to sell. The girl crawled on her knees until she reached the figure sitting on the sofa, then raised her hands and bowed down to almost touch the tips of Chinaphop's feet.

"Hey, you don't have to go as far as bowing down to me. Just a simple salute will do!" he shouted loudly, causing the small figure to freeze with their hands raised in a bowing position.

Ann slowly raised her head, then gracefully folded her hands in prayer instead, softly uttering her thanks.

"Thank you."

It was at that moment that Chinaphop got a clear view of the girl's face, taking the opportunity to examine her flawless, oval-shaped face. Her features were striking, especially her large, bright eyes that sparkled like finely cut glass.

The man found himself staring for an unknown length of time until he heard his close subordinate speak up,

"Then I'll take Ann to the Orange Building."

The 'Orange Building' Phon mentioned was where the master's companions resided. There were women there who willingly served Chinaphop in bed, and with Anchaya, there would be eight in total.

"No need to stay there. She can stay in the small house with Aunt Mai." That was the house of the maid whom Chinaphop respected because she had taken care of him since he was a child and had moved with him to the north.

"Yes, sir."

"As for the girl's payment, you can go to the accounting department tomorrow to process it. I'll call to inform them."

"Yes, sir."

Then, Chinaphop got up from the sofa and walked out of the living room, heading to the second floor, which was his private quarters, where no woman could go unless permitted, except for the house staff and his close subordinates.

“Come on, Ann,” Uncle Phon called to his niece, who, although only a distant relative, he had known since she was a child.

“Uncle Phon, is Aunt Mai strict?” Anchaya began to worry about staying with someone she didn't know.

“Aunt Mai is kind, but make sure you behave well, be diligent in helping her, and don't be lazy, understand? Because if you weren't here, your father would sell you to Sia To, and once he's tired of you, you'd definitely be sold to a brothel.”

“Yes, I'll behave well and not be lazy. I want to stay here with you. I don't want to be with Sia To.” Even though Phon was blunt, he had taken care of her since she was young and was the only family she had left.

“Well, I can only help you this much. Since your father is a jerk who's only interested in selling you off, this is all I can do. Staying here is better than being in a brothel anyway.”

Then Phon took Anchaya to the small house located behind the main building and a fair distance from the orange building, with a flower fence clearly separating it from the owner's residence.

Phon brought his niece to the small house, which was already late in the evening. The owner had just finished bathing and was watching TV with a servant who stayed there as well.

“Oh, Phon, you're here. Mr. Phop called earlier to tell me someone would be staying with us,” Aunt Mai said.

“Ann, this is Aunt Mai,” Phon told Anchaya. She raised her hands in a humble greeting, but her youthful, beautiful face remained calm. Her eyes reflected the concern of someone who had arrived at an unfamiliar place, apprehensive about what they might encounter.

“Please teach her, Aunt Mai. She's a distant niece of mine, but her father is consumed by gambling, lost all sense of right and wrong, and even sold his own child. If Mr. Phop hadn't taken her in, Ann would surely end up in a brothel.”

“Sigh, it's truly a misfortune for a child to have a father who doesn't know right from wrong. But now that you're here, I'm getting old, and having another young person around will keep me company,” Aunt Mai said with a smile to the girl, who slowly gave a small smile back, feeling somewhat relieved that Aunt Mai seemed kind and that she would be able to stay here without any discomfort.

“Noom, take Anchaya to the room at the back,” Aunt Mai instructed the maid who lived with her and was also her niece.

“Oh, isn't she staying in the same room with us, Aunt?” Noom asked curiously.

“No need, let Anchaya have her own room. She's still studying, needs to read and do homework, and should have some privacy.”

“Alright, follow me,” Noom said, picking up a bag and leading the way.

Anchaya gave a small smile to Aunt Mai, then got up and walked with another bag, which contained her personal clothes and belongings, while the one Noom carried held all her books and study materials.

“This room was cleaned last week. You can clean it yourself. The pillowcases and sheets are in the cupboard over there.”

“Thank you,” Anchaya said, bowing her head in respect to Noom, who was older. Noom smiled back and said,

“You're so cute, no wonder the boss accepted you.”

Anchaya gave a sad smile at the comment.

“It's alright, being here is a good thing. Even though the boss can be a bit strict, he's kind. If you behave well, he'll take care of you for a long time. But you're still young, it'll be many years before you retire. Unless you misbehave and don't please the boss, you might be kicked out prematurely.”

“I'll behave well,” she said, not wanting to be kicked out by the boss.

“That's good, because if you leave this house, your father might sell you off to someone else again.”

Hearing that made her even sadder.

“Enough, don't overthink it. Just clean your room.”

“Okay.”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Then clean your room and go eat. There's some green curry and rice noodles left in the kitchen for you.”

“Thank you,” Anchaya said, raising her hands in respect once more.

"Oh, how cute! It's such a nice feeling. It's not often someone bows to me, especially the boss's wife," Noom said, pinching her white cheeks affectionately.

"The boss won't make me his wife."

"Why not? You're prettier than those women at the Orange Building."

"The boss said he's afraid of going to jail since I'm only seventeen."

Noom burst out laughing at that.

"Don't worry. In just a year, you'll be eighteen, and the boss won't have to worry about jail."

"But it seems like he doesn't like me at all," Anchaya said with a worried expression, fearing she might be kicked out of the house and sold to that sleazy guy by her father.

"It's not surprising. The boss isn't fond of innocent kids, especially those inexperienced in certain matters."

"What kind of women does the boss like?"

"He likes the bold kind."

"Bold, really?"

"Yes, bold, hot, and exciting in every way," Noom said, laughing loudly.

"Should I be bold then?"

"Oh, Anchaya, you're funny. But no, stay as you are. Innocent is just fine."

"If the boss doesn't like me, one day he'll kick me out of here. I don't want my father to sell me to someone else, especially that sleazy guy who might send me to a brothel when he gets bored."

Anchaya spoke with tears in her eyes, thinking that to stay here long-term, she must please the boss.

"Oh, the boss isn't that cruel unless you make him mad. But you're a good, sweet girl. What could he be angry about?"

"But I want the boss to like me. I want to be hot. Can you teach me to be bold, Noom?"

"Oh no, I'm in trouble now," Noom muttered, scratching her head.

"Please, help me. I want the boss to like me."

"Alright, alright, calm down. Clean your room and then have some food. I'll teach you how to be bold later."

“Thank you, Sister Noom. I will never forget your kindness,” Anchaya said, bowing to Noom and then hugging her with deep gratitude. Meanwhile, Noom made a puzzled face because the word 'delicious' was also far from her own reality.

But since she had promised the kid, she had to figure out how to teach her!