After that, Ryosuke had immediately pulled his master out of Keito’s room, muttering about the two boys needing to dress up. “We’ll wait for you in my personal library. Ten minutes.”

With that, Yuto and Ryosuke went out of the room.

Ryosuke had just sat there, with a thin book in hand about the different places. Hands snaked around his neck, and he felt himself being pulled into a hug from behind. “Yuto-sama.” The taller boy was lightly nibbling and licking on Ryosuke’s ear, and the shorter boy just squirmed a little.

“Ryutaro had it easy for his first time.”

Guilt was present in Yuto’s voice, and Ryosuke had turned around to look at the taller boy. Before he could say anything, Yuto continued, “I’m sorry for being so … rough on you. I …” Kneeling down on the sofa, Ryosuke laced his arms around Yuto’s neck, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.

Breaking apart, Ryosuke’s next sentence came out only in a mere whisper. “You know, Yuto-sama … There’s always … ehhh. There’s always a … next time.” His cheeks were flushed, and his gaze was cast on the floor.

Strong arms went around his waist, pulling Ryosuke closer. Yuto just felt himself falling for the shorter boy even more.

"Sorry to intrude the lovely hug you are enjoying there, but ..." Breaking away from the hug, Yuto just glared at his cousin at the entrance.

"Before this entire escape plan, help me to do something, please." Yuto led all of them to a room in the library. Books were stacked up neatly along the walls, and sofas lined up around a fireplace. He had plopped down on one of the sofas, pulling his servant beside him.

Keito looked at Yuto with a questioning look, and he saw the taller boy's smirk.

It's definitely related to torturing someone.

A picture was pulled out and placed on the wooden coffee table. "Help me kindly dispose this person."

In the picture was a maid. The maid that had told the head of the Nakajima about how she saw Ryosuke in Yuto's embrace.

"That's easy. A clean job would do it. Probably would scare the wits out of her." The older boy just picked the photo up and slid it into his jacket.

"Here's the plan."

"I can't believe that my innocent Yama-chan wasn't a virgin anymore when we met!" Ryutaro had erupted and Ryosuke's face had quickly flushed.

The older boy just pouts and hit Ryutaro on the head, hard. "Didn't you practically pounce onto Okamoto-sama and got him taking your virginity away."

Ryutaro just hid his face in his palm, simply because he knew part of it was true.

In a storeroom, a maid was cornered by two masters. "I ..." Her small frame was trembling in fear. A smirk graced Yuto's sharp features and he brought his hand up to her cheeks, slowly caressing it.

Pulling her nearer, Yuto breathed into her ear. "Now look what you've done. You do know that I'm not someone to mess with. Or do you not?"

Moving away, Yuto gave some space to Keito, where the older boy pinned the maid against the wall. The cool surface of the blade slowly graced her neck.

"Now, since we have to punish you, you'll have help us and we'll let you live." Keito said, and to make this point even clearer, Yuto threw the knife across the room, and the knife embedded itself into a bag of flour.

Without thinking, the maid just nodded as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

Looking at each other, the cousins smirked.

Step one, completed.