His responsibility

Unplugging his rod from Uriel, a gush of white liquids flowed out between her legs.

Slumping back, Jay stared at the unconscious Uriel in front of him; her legs were still spread apart and still shivering from the after-effects of taking to much pleasure.

'Hmmm… kinds reminds me of milk….' Jay thought while looking at the overflowing liquids coming out of her flower. 'Wait, didn't we run out of milk?"

Sighing while getting out of bed, he grabbed a box of tissues beside his bed and started cleaning her bottom, wiping everything clean.

'And I also need to clean the sheets…"' Jay thought to himself while staring at the three-foot puddle Urial made on the bed. "And I also need to dress her."

Holding Uriel in a princess carry, Jay moved her to his office chair and began dressing as he remembered what she first looked like. But Jay quickly noticed a problem when he held up her black stockings.

"Well, I guess I'll focus on the sheets first." Jay thought, then fixed Julia into a comfortable position. Then grabbing the wet sheets, he exited the room and didn't forget to lock his door.

Stepping down the glass staircase, Jay noticed his mother in the kitchen, and past the kitchen was the washing room.

A weird feeling came upon Jay when he thought of meeting his mother right after a session of sex.

Although Jay was power walking through the kitchen and stealthily avoiding talking with his mother, Maria still stopped him anyways.

"Stop right there," Maria said as if she was some sort of mean demeanor cop. She approached Jay and smelt the air around him. "A female…"

'Shit…' Jay cursed inwardly, but after going through countless scenarios like these, he was able to put on a calm face that was completely unfazed.

"Are you crazy, mom?" Jay said, giving Maira an eye roll. "You really think that putting on perfume equals hanging out with a girl?

"Well, are you with a girl?"

"No! And hell if I do! I'm eighteen! An adult! You shouldn't be interfering with my love life! Goddamn!" And just like that, Jay stopped into the laundry room without any more problems.

While waiting for the sheet to wash, Jay placed his hands on his head and sighed. Ever since he was a little child, he would always feel the most significant amount of pressure from his mother.

At age six, he had lost his father in an unfortunate plane crash that was headed for a business deal with another company, and from that forward, Maria was the one who took the position of CEO in one of the world's largest and wealthiest companies.

Also, because Jay was the oldest in the family, he was appointed as the heir to the CEO, and as much as Jay hated it, he was forced to accept it.

A few days after their father's passing, Maria moved the entire family into a considerably smaller home for them to live in.

It was all to simulate the life hood of a normal family where nothing is handed directly to you; that was, Jay would be able to take the position as CEO one day.

Nevertheless, Jay wasn't dumb enough not to understand that, but there was a question that still followed him to his day.

'Why me?'

His sister would be able to do much more than him as she was more willing to take the spot as CEO, but why did his mother always consider Jay as the sole successor?

She is even going as far as training her son to master stocks and economics at age eight and master engineering and coding at age eleven.

They had all the money in the world, but Maria decided not to use it. She would even send him off to a public school as a normal student.

And when the time came to start relationships with other highly prestigious families, Maria had all engagement proposes shot down with Jay, saying that her son wasn't ready and was too naive to start dating the horrid and sly woman of this world.

Jay didn't hate his mother, nor did he not love his mother. Instead, he was simply confused, and at times confusion can quickly turn into anger or fear.

After the blankets finished drying, Jay took them out of the machine and headed back upstairs, but before he did, he knocked on his sister's door. Amy.

"What do you want?" Amy asked as she opened the door.

Jay didn't say anything and barged into her room.

"Hey! What are you doing, pervert brother?!" SHe screamed when she noticed Jay going through her drawers, but by the time she approached Jay, he had already closed the drawer.

"D-did you take my panties?" Amy stuttered with a pitful expression. "Are you that desperate?"

"I don't have any sort of feelings towards my sister, and I didn't take anything; I was just checking cuz I thought you took something from me," Jay said, a bit in truth he had taken one of her black leggings and hid it within the sheets he was holding.

"Yeah, sure." Amy ironically nodded, then pushed Jay out of her room. "Goodbye." She said before slamming the door on Jay.