Employed As A Private Teacher (2)

The house was too quiet.

Too big, too empty. The kind of silence that made you restless, like the walls themselves were listening.

And then, faintly, something broke through.

At first I thought it was just the house settling. But no. A soft sound, almost like a breath. Then another, sharper, higher.

I froze. My brows furrowed. Was someone crying?

I followed the sound. Past the long hallway lined with family portraits, my steps are almost too loud against the polished tiles. Each corner I turned, the sound grew clearer.

By the time I reached the staircase, I knew. Those weren’t cries. Those were moans.

Female moans.

I swallowed hard, pulse quickening, and moved slowly up the steps. My ears strained as I got closer, the audio clearer now, leaking out from behind a half closed door at the far end of the corridor.

I knew I should stop. I was a tutor, not some sneaky boy peeking around in his employer’s house. But my body had a mind of its own.

I crept forward until I was right outside the