Master's Lust

Prologue

Sunsets in her small hometown always brought peace to everyone else — but never to Amara. The nineteen-year-old sat hunched on a rickety wooden cot, fingers twisting the hem of her blouse where the fabric strained tight across her chest. A throbbing ache pulsed beneath her skin, as though something inside her was desperate to escape.

For the past month, her body had been changing in ways she couldn't explain. Though she was still a virgin — untouched by any man — her breasts had begun producing milk. Every morning she had to secretly replace the soaked cloth she wrapped around her chest. She felt like a medical anomaly, a secret she guarded fiercely for fear of being branded a freak by the people around her.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart when she found her mother, Susan, crying in the kitchen. Debts left behind by her late father had piled up, and the loan sharks had started showing up with ugly threats. Amara watched her younger siblings, Sekar and Bimo, sharing a single plate of plain rice with nothing on the side. The sight shattered her.

"Mom, I'm leaving for New York tomorrow," she said, her voice trembling but firm. She knew her innocent beauty and her full figure could be a burden in a small town, but in the city, she hoped they might open a door to a decent living.

The journey to the city felt like a long, waking nightmare. Amara sat crammed in a Greyhound bus, clutching her backpack to her chest. Through the window, she watched green fields give way to industrial parks, then finally to the arrogant spires of skyscrapers. The city greeted her with suffocating heat and noise.

When she arrived at the grand mansion in an upscale neighborhood, Amara felt impossibly small. The building was enormous, as though it could swallow her whole. It was there that she met Arlan Aditama — a man who possessed everything except happiness. Arlan was cold, with a gaze as hard as steel and a heart that had turned to stone the day his wife left him for another man.

Inside that lavish house, the atmosphere was stifling. The wails of a three-month-old baby, Kenzo, echoed through every corridor. The poor child was a casualty of his own mother's betrayal. Kenzo refused every formula they tried. He craved the warmth of real human contact, not the sterile chill of a plastic bottle. Arlan, watching his son suffer, was on the verge of losing his mind.

The moment Amara stepped into the nursery, something strange happened. A powerful throb radiated through her chest. The distinctive scent of the baby triggered an extraordinary hormonal response. Her breasts grew tight and heavy, as though her body recognized what this child needed. A primal connection sparked — sudden, undeniable — between the virgin from a small town and the baby starving for a mother's love.

Amara knew she stood at the edge of a dangerous choice. If she gave Kenzo what her body carried, she might save his life — but she would also trap herself in a complicated entanglement with Arlan. Arlan, who was full of wounds. Arlan, who was full of rage. Arlan, who was watching her now with suspicion — and an attraction he didn't yet recognize.

The desire that would grow inside this mansion was not merely about skin against skin. It was about the collision of two opposite poles. Amara was life flowing clear and pure; Arlan was a dark, hollow void. In the hush of all that luxury, the secret of the sweet liquid her body produced would become both a bridge and an abyss between them.

Now Amara stood before the nursery door, ready to face her fate. She hadn't come here just to change diapers or rock a cradle. She had come as a source of life. She had come to quench Kenzo's thirst — and without knowing it, she would also fill the emptiness inside the master of this house, a man who had been numb for far too long.

This is the beginning of a long journey. A story of a daughter's devotion to her struggling family, which drags her into a whirlpool of desire in the city. Beneath the crystal chandeliers of the Aditama mansion, the first drop is about to fall — changing the lives of Amara, Kenzo, and Arlan forever. And that journey, charged with longing, has only just begun.