The Love Therapist

Marshmallow paused before opening the door. He trembled all over as he walked out.

I could see the bubble tea store from the window. While waiting, I mischievously played with the buttons on the remote. I didn't know what Marshmallow went through, but his face was bright red when he returned. Some of the bubble tea had spilled from the cup.

"Please have bubble tea, my queen," he said.

"How do you expect me to drink that when it's spilled?" I sounded displeased.

Marshmallow placed the bubble tea on the table before kneeling and pressing his forehead to the floor. "I'm sorry, milady. It's my fault. I promise it won't happen again."

I checked the time. Our hour together was almost up, so I let the matter slide. I slowly said, "The time you've reserved with me is almost up. You should clean up and get ready to leave."

His head shot up to check the time. Then, he crawled to me, looking fearful. He placed his hands on my knees and looked at me pleadingly. "Don't abandon me, milady! I'm your most faithful knight!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and made another reservation with Luke. At the same time, Luke informed me Marshmallow had booked my schedule for the next month.

I raised an eyebrow when I saw Luke had also sent me a screenshot of my commission from this deal and a joyful emoji. It looked like this client was going to be a long-term one.

"Can we exchange numbers, my queen?" Marshmallow asked in trepidation.

I subconsciously wanted to give him the number I used for work, but I held myself back when I looked into his eyes. Then, I chuckled. "Did you think you could get your queen's number just because you asked?"

He lowered his head fearfully. "I was expecting too much, milady. I only hope I can give you a better experience. What's mine is yours."

He pleaded with me several times before I gave him my number. Once I did that, he sent me a handsome sum on Venmo. I looked at him in confusion, but he smiled sycophantically. "You've worked hard today, my queen. This is a little something for you to buy some bubble tea and soothe your throat."

The amount put me in a good mood. I didn't reject him. Instead, I tilted his head with the tip of my shoe and gave him a satisfied look. "You're pretty obedient."

His smile widened. He looked like he was about to stick out his tongue. "It's my pleasure to please you, my queen! I'll give my life up for you!"

Marshmallow hung around for a long time. Before leaving, he even respectfully thanked me for my hard work. He didn't want me to walk him out, too.

I was smiling at my Venmo balance when Luke entered the room. He asked, "What was up with that? Why didn't you send the client off when he left?"

I could understand why he was worried. No matter how unique, our line of work was still in the service industry. We wouldn't have any more business if we failed to satisfy our clients.

"I wanted to, but he insisted that I stay. I probably would've upset him by seeing him off." I gave Luke a brief rundown of what had just happened. Instead of being happy, he frowned.

"I've heard that people who enjoy these things are mostly mentally twisted. You should be careful with him. We might not be able to help you if anything goes wrong."

I shuddered at his words. I had to admit he was right—it wouldn't be good if something happened to me. "Thanks for the heads-up. I'll watch myself around him."

Despite his reminder, he was still overjoyed by the money we'd made today. "I have to say this client is very generous. He even tipped the rest of us."

Only then did I realize Marshmallow had given Luke and the other staff tips when leaving the store. Tips weren't included in the store's revenue, so we could use the money as we saw fit. That was why we loved receiving tips from clients.

Since I'd been booked for a month, I didn't need to hang around at the store anymore. I was a college student, so I had to attend classes.

On this day, I'd just finished my classes for the morning and was about to return to the dorm. That was when I saw an expensive car parked outside the faculty building.

Someone stood beside it with a bouquet of roses. He seemed to be waiting for someone. My classmates whispered among themselves, trying to figure out who he was waiting for.

When I saw him, I immediately recognized him—it was Marshmallow. He looked delighted when he saw me and hurried to me. "This is for you, my queen."

He held out the bouquet, and he didn't lower his voice. The people around me gasped when they heard him and started whispering enviously. He drove an expensive car and looked like a successful man. Wasn't the fact that he called me his queen the greatest honor one could give their girlfriend?

The looks of the people around me made me feel uncomfortable. I was about to say something to Marshmallow when I noticed a remote tucked into the roses.