Master's Lust

Episode 1

The twilight in Sukamaju Village always brought serenity to others, but not to Amara. The nineteen-year-old girl sat kneeling on a dilapidated wooden couch. Her hands clutched at the hem of her baju kurung, which felt increasingly tight across her chest. There was a throbbing pain, as if something were pressing to get out of her body.

For the past month, Amara's body had been undergoing strange changes. Although she was still pure and had never been touched by any man, the glands in her chest continued to produce the liquid of life. Every morning, she had to secretly change the covering on her chest, which was soaked through. She felt like an anomaly, a medical secret she kept closely guarded for fear of being considered strange by the villagers.

However, the physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache she felt seeing her mother, Sumiyati, crying in the kitchen. The debts left behind by her late father had piled up, and the debt collectors were beginning to arrive with harsh threats. Amara watched her two younger siblings, Sekar and Bimo, sharing a single plate of corn rice without any side dishes. Amara's heart shattered into pieces at the sight.

"Mother, I will leave for Jakarta tomorrow," she said, her voice trembling but firm. She knew that her innocent beauty and lush body might be a burden in the village, but in the big city, she hoped it could be a way to earn a decent living.

The journey to the capital felt like a long nightmare. Amara sat inside the crowded economy bus, clutching her backpack tightly. All the way, she could only look out the window, watching green rice fields turn into rows of factories, and finally into arrogant skyscrapers. Jakarta greeted her with stifling heat and noise.

Arriving at a magnificent mansion in an elite area, Amara felt very small. The building was so large, it seemed as if it could swallow her whole. There she met Arlan Aditama, a man who had everything except happiness. Arlan was a cold figure, with eyes as hard as steel and a heart that had turned to stone since his wife left him for another man.

In that luxurious house, the atmosphere was chilling. The cries of a three-month-old baby, Kenzo, echoed in every corner of the corridor. The unfortunate baby was a victim of his own mother's betrayal. Kenzo refused all the formula milk offered. He longed for genuine human warmth, not the sterile and cold plastic of a bottle. Arlan, frustrated to see his son suffering, was almost losing his mind.

When Amara first stepped into the nursery, something strange happened. Amara's chest throbbed intensely. The baby's distinctive scent triggered an extraordinary hormonal reaction in her body. Amara felt her breasts become tight and heavy, as if her body recognized the baby's needs. A primitive connection suddenly formed between the virgin girl from the village and the baby who craved a mother's affection.

Amara knew she was on the verge of a dangerous decision. If she gave what she had to Kenzo, she might save the baby's life, but she would also be entangled in a complicated relationship with Arlan. Arlan, full of wounds, Arlan, full of anger, and Arlan who now looked at her with suspicion but also with an attraction he didn't realize.

The passion that would grow in this mansion was not just about the touch of skin, but about the meeting of two different poles. Amara was life flowing clearly, while Arlan was a dark emptiness. In the midst of silent luxury, the secret of the sweet liquid flowing from Amara's body would become both a bridge and a chasm between them.

Now, Amara stood in front of the nursery door, ready to face her destiny. She had not only come to be a nanny who changed diapers or rocked the cradle. She came as a source of life. She came to quench Kenzo's thirst, and without realizing it, she would also quench the emptiness in the heart of the host who had been numb for so long.

This prologue is the beginning of a long journey. A story about a child's devotion to her family in the village, which drags her into a whirlwind of passion in the capital. Under the crystal lights of the Aditama mansion, the first drop would soon fall, changing the lives of Amara, Kenzo, and Arlan forever. And that passionate journey, had only just begun.