Why Do You Need A Nanny, Mr. CEO?

"Ha!"

Ares sprawled on the bed, his body shaking frantically. His hands covered his face, which was gushing red. The strange but pleasant sensation that spread throughout his body almost made him lose his mind. Carried by the young blood that swishes affectionately.

"Haa... don't stop," Ares sobbed pleadingly, his hands gripping the bedsheet tightly.

Ares was tired, but his heart was reluctant to stop this pleasure. He slowly opened his eyes which had been closed for so long. His still hazy vision began to catch the scene where a pair of soft hands with slender fingers were playing with his.

"Faster Sis... hmm... don't slack off." Ares pleaded again, this time looking at Biba's teary eyes.

"Argh! That's enough Ares! Why do I have to clean up your' things?! You can take care of yourself!" The woman shouts, her face reddened like a tomato as she was embarrassed to see the condition of her hands that were so wet and sticky.

"Oh! Oh no! Ares doesn't want to hold that."

"But why?! It's yours!" Biba shouts harshly.

"Oh! I don't think it's Ares's thing!" Ares said stubbornly, then covered his part with a blanket.

"What bullcrap is that?! It's stuck to your crotch! Geez, just learn to clean on your own, I don't want to help you anymore... or just call Doctor Jefri! You're both men, so you can help each other!"

"Sis Biba, do you want Jefri to hold Ares' things?! Tch!" Ares sulked as if Biba's words made no sense at all. Ares rushed to hide under the blanket.

"But earlier you said it wasn't yours!" Biba's annoyed level is already lethal.

"You said that when one grew up, we had to take responsibility for our actions. But Sis Biba yourself didn't want to take responsibility after making Ares tense up like this. Tsk!"

"Hello~ how is this my responsibility?! It wasn't me, who made you hard like that!" Biba rebuke. If it's in the comics, Biba's head will be drawn like an erupting volcano.

"Obviously it's Sis Biba's fault who made Ares like this! When Ares thought about Sis Biba, this thing suddenly became like this. Very hard! Sob. Sob." Ares sobbed for the umpteenth time.

'I'm done! How can I be in a trash situation like this?!' Biba cursed her fate, then sat limply while massaging the temples of her head which had been getting thinner in the past three months.

Yes, it all started three months ago.

***

Biba Bailey is a woman who works as a Biology teacher at a private junior high school in Tualin City. Her hair was jet black wavy, which was difficult to manage in the morning. She is approximately 160 centimeters tall with a stature that is not very slim, but also not too fat. Her body is quite full and well developed in several important parts.

Her skin is smooth in olive color similar to the color of delicious pure honey. Looks exotic and makes people who looked at her want to taste it. Her facial features are strong with a high nose bridge, deep eyelid creases, full lips, and two dimples on the right and left cheek. Which, if Biba smiled, would easily appear and reinforce the notion that this woman is really cute.

Biba really likes the world of children. She was weak when she saw them. So when she meets children, her lips will smile widely, her eyes will sparkle and her body will dancing. Until at the age of 24 years, finally, her dream of becoming a teacher came true. Except, Biba has to be a teacher for junior high school kids whose cuteness has been trimmed down during elementary school. Still, Biba was grateful.

Now she is 29 years old. This means that Biba has served as a teacher for five years at a junior high school. Soon, she intends to resign because she will get married. Except,

"Sorry, I can't marry you, Biba." Said the bespectacled man.

There was a thunderstorm in that woman's heart. She stroked her chest, desperately holding back the tears that were ready to flood her face.

"Why?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure if you're the right person for me. After all, you are old. My mom was worried that you weren't very fertile. But, that's not the main reason. I just can't be with you anymore."

"After five years of dating, you're suddenly unsure?" Biba asked probing.

The bespectacled man took off his glasses. He rubbed his wrinkled face.

"I've been holding it all in all this time, you know? I don't like how you save so much that you don't even care about your clothes. You give in to your uncle and aunties too often and make me worried. I don't like the way you eat either, it's noisy. I endured it all to be with you. But I can't stand it now."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Did I ask you to endure it all?"

"Hey, you don't understand. I did it because I love you, and trying to accept all of you. I don't want you to be disappointed. But all of that I endured didn't make you return my feelings."

"Hmm. Okay, I get it."

"You... just said okay? That easy? Even when I was thinking about this until my head almost exploded, but you said okay?! Just like that?!" The man rebuked, while Biba takes a deep breath.

Biba looked into the man's eyes with a straight face.

"This is the reason I can't be with you! You are like an empty barrel. You don't have a brain, don't you? Think! Don't just agree with what I said! Now look, are you that easy to let go of our relationship?! I can't understand why I even thought about marrying you!"

"Do you still want me to hold you to stay?" Biba asked.

"What?"

"You don't want me to hold you anymore, so why should I try to change your mind?"

"Hey. Still pretending to be wise, pretending to give in, pretending to be a victim. Listen, I'm the victim in this relationship! You are an apathetic woman! Selfish! The one who always pretends to give in when you grumbling on the back. You are-"

"Just say that you like that other girl and are fed up with me. Just say that you want to be with her. Don't attack my FINE personality!" Biba retorted.

"What?"

"Please, I know you're having an affair with that new English teacher. I saw her climb onto your thigh and you two kissed each other in the car in the school parking lot at a camp event."

"Ha! So... you know it all but pretend you don't know? What a scary woman. What do you think you'll get by pretending you don't know that? Do you think I will still marry you? Then make you the madame of our household like your calculations? You don't really love me, do you? You're only after my wealth, right?"

Biba snort. "Don't judge my feelings for you. You're not entitled to that. Ha, are you done talking? I'll go."

"A gold digger. If only you slept with me then, you could have been a mistress like your prostitute mother." The man's muttering made Biba throw her fist in his face, but!

The man stopped Biba's fist just before it hit his face. He grimaced.

"Look, look, you are also a violent woman. You think a hand this weak can hit me- BWAK!"

Biba managed to throw a death punch into the eyes of the man who immediately fell to the ground.

"I have two hands. Stupid!"

Biba had no idea that her beating that afternoon would cost her her job.