Doug's 18th Birthday

You are Doug, son of David and the heir to his sprawling manor and the life he’s built in the mountains. Today, you’ve crossed a threshold: your 18th birthday.

Your childhood was anything but ordinary. Raised in the opulent halls of your father’s manor, you were surrounded by luxury and an entourage of over 40 women who made up his harem.

You didn’t understand their purpose when you were younger. They were simply part of the scenery, like the grand chandeliers or the endless mountain views. But as you grew, it started becoming clearer, along with feelings you didn’t fully know how to process.

There were odd moments that lingered in your mind. Passing by the great harem room’s open doors and glimpsing your father, scantily clad harem girls sitting on his lap. His laughter, their giggles, as his hands freely played with their breasts, his hand freely moving between their legs. The grunts of pleasure you'd often heard behind closed doors at night.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. But as the years went on, you began to notice the curves, the smiles, the way some of your father's girls looked at you, and the way you found it harder to look away. Several of them were closer to your age than your father's.

And now, you’ve reached adulthood.

Standing before you in the great dining hall, your father David’s presence is just as commanding as ever, though his hair has started to grey with age. His voice, calm yet authoritative, however, carries a weight that makes your stomach churn with anticipation.

“You’re finally an adult, Doug,” he says, his piercing gaze locking with yours. “But you’re not truly a man yet.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.

He gestures for you to leave. “Go to your room, my son. I’ve left a birthday present for you.”

With a mix of excitement and curiosity, you ascend the familiar staircase, your thoughts racing. What could he mean? Your father has never been one for typical gifts. A sword? No, too mundane. A business opportunity? Maybe, though it seems too formal for this moment.

The door to your room looms before you. Slowly, you push it open, your breath hitching as you step inside.

What does your father believe makes a man?

The answer is waiting for you.