His Sexual Addiction

Chapter 5: Worth a Lie?

I quickly walked downstairs, making sure to hide any signs of tears in my eyes. It's absolutely disgusting! I can't even comprehend the emotions I'm feeling right now. What happened was suffocating! Can it be true that my boss, Kiro, actually harassed me? Did I really lose my virginity? I mean, virginity doesn't define a woman's dignity, but it was meant to be a gift for my future husband, not that despicable Kiro! Kiro is a monstrous beast! I'll expose everything to Madam and Miss Linda! For sure, they will help me. He violated and harassed me, and yet I feel completely powerless. This is the worst. I cried my heart out earlier in the restroom, and now I feel like breaking down all over again. I need someone to talk to. It's frustrating. I want to escape this mansion as soon as possible, but it's not that easy for me. I'm certain that Madam is in her office, so I hurried there. However, just as I was about to enter, I overheard a conversation between two people inside. "M-Madam, what if Kiro used Lyka for his pleasure? I'm so worried about her! Why did Joday and Doday allow her to go to Kiro's room?!" Miss Linda's words shocked me. They knew? What on earth is happening? They knew? And what do they mean by ‘pleasure’? There must be something more to their words. What could it possibly be? "Just calm down, Linda! You know Kiro's situation, we can't control him," Madam replied. Situation? Why can't they ‘control’ him? "I'll just pay her off, like I did with the previous housekeepers Kiro exploited, so she won't reveal the secret. I need to protect my son. He has been through so much," Madam explained. They'll pay me? They'll pay me to keep quiet? That's ridiculous! I stood there, stunned by what I had just heard. So, I'm trapped? They'll simply pay me off if I dare to speak up? Is there really nothing I can do except stay silent? What the heck? I feel like crying again. I feel so helpless. And what Madam said—just like the other former maids? So Kiro also touched those maids? What is really going on here? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I couldn't believe my eyes when the door swung open, revealing Miss Linda and Madam standing before me. We were all taken aback by the unexpected encounter. "L-Lyka? Weren't you here a while ago?" Madam asked, her voice filled with nervousness. "Um, no, Madam! I was just about to come in when the door opened," I quickly came up with an excuse. I'm not sure why I needed to provide an alibi when I might be the victim here. "O-okay. You're the one who brought food to Kiro's room, right?" Madam asked, her tone slightly off. Miss Linda's eyes darted nervously, and she clung onto my arms tightly. "Is everything alright, Lyka? You're safe, right? Please tell me you're okay," she said, hugging me. This was what I had yearned for earlier—a comforting embrace. I desperately wanted to cry on her shoulder and pour out all my pain and disappointment. But I had to numb it all. Deep down, I knew I couldn't lose this job. My family depended on me. We needed the money. And I was certain that the ‘money’ Madam mentioned earlier to Miss Linda wouldn't be enough if I were to reveal what Kiro did to me. "Linda, stop prying—" I cut off Madam's words and answered Miss Linda's question. "Um, what's the matter, Miss? Why all the commotion? There's nothing wrong, I just bought his food upstairs then left. So, what are you talking about?" Both women froze upon hearing my response, as if my words were too unbelievable. Yes, I had to do this. I had to lie for my own sake. I couldn't afford to lose this job. Being someone who doesn’t have a degree, finding employment elsewhere would be challenging for me. "What did you just say, Lyka?" "Did we hear you correctly?" They bombarded me with questions. It seemed as if they had already anticipated that something would happen with Kiro. It's ironic how they never helped me. They truly are heartless. "Lyka, I was really concerned about you. You're precious to me from the moment I saw you. Please tell me, did he do anything to you?" "Stop it, Linda!" Madam shouted at her. I was taken aback by this side of her. "If Lyka is telling the truth, then my Kiro is cured, right? Is my son really cured now, Linda?" Madam

smiled like a deranged person. She even clapped her hands while repeatedly asking Miss Linda the same question. "Tell me, Lyka. Are you telling the truth? Are you telling the truth?" Madam asked me. I choked on my own saliva before replying, "Y-yes, Madam. What's happening? Why are you acting like this?" I pretended. "N-nothing, forget it. I'm just so happy, Lyka!" she exclaimed. "Linda, please call Kiro's doctor right away and make sure Joday and Doday stay in the maids' quarters. Tell them not to wander around the mansion," she commanded, holding my hands. Then she pulled me along, and we entered her office. She gestured for me to sit on one of the sofas and gave me a smile. She was the most peculiar person I had ever encountered. "M-Madam, what's going on? This question has been on my mind…." She took a seat on another sofa in front of me and pulled out an envelope. "Lyka, Kiro is my son and he has an illness. It's a condition where abnormal sexual hormones occur," she explained. I was shocked by her words. What? Is such an illness even real? I had no idea. "What? What does that mean, Madam?" "He has Satyriasis. We'll wait for the doctor to come so you can understand the condition better." "I also locked up Joday and Doday so they won't roam around the mansion. They're unaware of Kiro's condition. . ." I was left speechless. Completely speechless. Later, the doctor arrived along with Miss Linda. Madam and the doctor exchanged greetings. "The causes of uncontrolled sexual behavior can vary. It could be due to an underlying personality disorder, addiction, or physical disorder," the doctor explained, and we listened attentively. "Nymphomania in females and Satyriasis in males are believed to be caused by dysfunction in the pituitary gland or irritation of the brain cortex," the doctor continued, shedding light on Kiro's condition. "In Kiro's case, you mentioned to me, Madam, that he has been experiencing anxiety and

depression. Well, anxiety and depression can contribute significantly to his state..." "You also informed me that he frequently consumes alcoholic beverages, and that contributes as well," Madam Gustavo nodded. "Yes, doctor. You have already explained these to me. Now, can we discuss his new medication?" Madam requested. The doctor then glanced at me. What did that look mean? "Linda informed me over the phone that a young woman entered his room earlier but nothing happened between them?" the doctor questioned. Is that a significant factor for his condition? What? My lies might not have been very effective. They might think that Kiro is already cured. It's customary to address him by his name, but I refuse to show him any respect. He's a demon. But... Isn't he also a victim of his condition? He's not in his right state of mind, and I'm certain that without this illness, he would have been like his kind mother. I pushed aside my thoughts and focused on the doctor's words. "Yes, doctor. The girl in front of me is the one who went to his room, but he didn't do anything to her, thankfully." The doctor smiled and congratulated Madam. What was that for? "We should change his medication since he's showing improvement..." "Antidepressants, a specific type used to treat depression, anxiety, or obsessive-compulsive disorder, may help with his compulsive sexual behavior..." The doctor continued to explain. "Naltrexone, which is used to treat alcohol and opiate dependence, blocks the part of his brain that experiences pleasure from certain addictive behaviors. It can be helpful for behavioral addictions, such as compulsive sexual behavior..." "... And finally, the Mood Stabilizer, typically used for bipolar disorder but can also reduce compulsive sexual urges," the doctor handed Madam the prescription. Madam Gustavo and the doctor carried on with their conversation. Ugh. I just want to take a shower and wash away every trace of his touch. I feel hopeless, and my mind is clouded with confusion. Please, give me some time to process this whole situation.