A short tour of the castle. And then…

You are following a beautiful elf. Her graceful figure in an elegant white silk dress makes you feel shamefully... aroused.

You mentally scold yourself: “She’s my cousin! I need to calm down!”

But…

It is simply impossible to remain indifferent at the sight of this.

A perfectly thin waist that evokes associations with the most beautiful works of ancient elven sculptural art.

Plump large buttocks that sway seductively when walking.

Graceful, smooth legs wearing high-heeled shoes.

Naked narrow shoulders...

Smooth pale skin, devoid of even the smallest flaw...

Just the sight of how this stunningly beautiful woman walks provokes certain processes in your body that are not customary to talk about openly in a decent social circle of noble individuals.

You are ashamed to realize this, but your tiny penis begins to move due to arousal.

As you walk through the corridors of the castle following Olienna, she tells you something.

Her phrases are something like this: “This large tapestry is made of rare telamislid fabric... Look how elegantly the weavers depicted our heraldic emblem on the tapestry! The essence of our heraldic emblem reflects the history of the origin of our noble family, which received aristocratic status more than a thousand years ago during the existence of the elven Empire of the Diamond Throne... This heraldic emblem has an important sacred meaning, which was determined by the tenets of the ancient religion of the elven pantheon of deities... On the right wall you can see a portrait of the founder of our family... On the left wall you can see a portrait of my grandfather, Lenoater, who led the Hyureeno family during the War of Bloody Waves... He tried to lead the fighting as efficiently as possible... But the troops of the primitive peoples of the continent were too numerous, they were like a swarm a huge disgusting locust that destroys wheat crops... Unfortunately, he died during one of the battles on the continent..."

You have trouble remembering the essence of what she said.

Your attention is now focused not on her words, but on her body.

Your gaze enjoys what it sees.

After five minutes of walking along the corridors and stairs, Olienna stops in front of the door to the room in which you woke up.

You barely have time to get your bearings.

Due to the fact that your gaze was mainly watching her buttocks, you continued to walk and you almost pushed this fragile female body.

Olienna turns around and looks at you worriedly: “How are you feeling, Jerome? For some reason your face turned red..."

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and mumble inaudibly, “It’s okay... I’m just... I was thinking about... Yes... It’s just thoughtfulness!”

Your cousin is examining you.

In her large, beautiful eyes of a bluish-lilac hue, a spark of awareness of the reasons for your... “thoughtfulness” flashes.

Then she smiles knowingly and says, “See you tomorrow. You should rest now. Of course, it's not time for sleep yet. But maybe I can come up with something so you can relax.”

Near the door stands a warrior in expensive mithril armor, which is covered with many elegant patterns. On his shoulders is a beautiful cloak of a bluish-grayish hue with the image of a white deer. The warrior’s face is hidden due to a closed helmet, in the visor of which there are only many small holes for breathing and viewing the battlefield. On the warrior’s belt you see a large leather sheath containing a bastard sword. A faint bluish glow emanates from the hilt of this sword.

Olienna speaks words in an elven dialect unfamiliar to you - after which the warrior opens the door to the room in front of you.

You say goodbye to Olienna. The door closes.

The same room again.

You wander around the room with a bored look.

Bookcase.

You take out a couple of books and try to read something.

Unsuccessfully.

The texts are written in an old dialect of Elvish writing unknown to you.

Then you go to the bed and lie down on the soft feather beds.

The silk of the blanket feels pleasant against your skin.

You are considering a conversation with Olienna: “I am now a representative of the famous aristocratic elven family. I will no longer tolerate insults and humiliation. My noble birth entitles me to respect, wealth and power. Perhaps I should admit that my cousin was partly right about my companions. It is unlikely that any of them were malicious or bribed. But the primitiveness of their thinking, their rudeness and impulsiveness certainly led to the fact that I was **** to overcome mortal dangers. Of course, as befits a noble person, I will tell Olienna that my companions be given a worthy monetary reward. This is the best variant. Let them take the money and leave our castle. From now on, I shouldn’t have relationships with these primitive persons.”

Olienna's compelling words have encouraged you to re-examine your past.

You think, “I have overcome many dangers. What is the reason for this? Obviously, the reason is my strength. My mind, my character, my will - that's what ensured success. Some persons helped me. It made little difference. What’s important is something else: why did they start helping me? Perhaps my charisma is so high that I easily attract primitive individuals who are eager to serve me."

Your thoughts about the past are undergoing changes that are determined by your current status. Now it seems to you that your success was predetermined. You think that the help of Oolok, Franz and other persons was not so important. Only you are important. Your origin. Your noble elven blood. Your family, which has wealth and power.

It is very pleasant to realize that, just by virtue of the fact of your birth, you have the right to a luxurious life and a feeling of superiority over everyone who was not lucky enough to be born into a family of elven aristocrats.

Of course, memories of the “intimate” aspects of your relationship with the half-orc remain in your mind. These memories are humiliating to your dignity and at the same time these memories are exciting...

However, you easily convince yourself that all this is nothing more than sexual entertainment. Quirks. Whims. Extravagant actions of an aristocrat. You enjoyed it. You simply used Oolok as a tool for sexual pleasure. He was just a toy for you. Nothing more.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the creaking of the door opening.