Trevor flees.

The poor boy stumbles out of his trousers and runs right past Vika wearing nothing but a shirt. He continues to run through the halls, and he makes his way up the steps to find his bedroom--flushed in the face, humiliated and teeming with guilt. Though he doesn't want to admit it, however, he feels amazing. That sensation was nothing like he'd ever felt before. Even now, his body tingles with pleasure. All of that pent-up tension came rushing out. Now he feels lighter than air. His mind is free of temptation, but he has to fight away his own smile, worried that he's insulted the very faith he follows.

After making it to his room, he slams the door behind him and places his palms down onto his bed--panting. He stares at nothing for a lengthy moment. His mind is still fuzzy, and his knees wobble.

I'm so sorry, Sir Milgard. Lasis, forgive me! I couldn't contain myself. Not only did I lose control, but I made a mess of the girls who have only been kind to me.

He sighs, turns, and sits down on the edge of the bed.

But what an amazing moment... No! I apologize, oh great Lasis. I should be pure of body and mind. Sexual desires are only there to tempt me away from my path.

Suddenly, he hears a quiet knocking on his door. "Y-Yeah?" he answers.

"It's me," says Dalaworth. "May I come in please?"

"All right..."

As the door turns open, he looks down, reminded of his own wardrobe problems. Quickly, he tugs the shirt down over his groin. Thankfully for him, she's put her shirt back on beneath her coat. It doesn't change the fact that she's smoking regardless, but it's certainly better than being topless.

She smiles. In her arms are his discarded articles of clothing. After gently shutting the door behind her, she walks across the room and takes a seat directly beside him. "You're so adorable," she whispers. "Don't look so glum. Please, tell me what's wrong, and I'll do my best to help."

"Dalaworth. I've done something lecherous," he says.

She places the clothing on the bed next to her. "You can't possibly be so dense, Trevor. Yuki fully admitted what she was trying to do. Sabri enjoyed every second of it. And Vika, albeit late to the party, I assure you enjoyed what she saw... and felt. It was enjoyable for me as well. So if you're sad because you think you hurt someone, you should know that you're the only one here unhappy about it."

He looks down at his knees and purses his lips. "In Varat, such a risqué situation is forbidden. By the teachings of Lasis, sexual intimacy before marriage is frowned upon, and especially not with multiple people at once."

"I know of Varat. They aren't disallowed all temptations, and the guards don't come to your house because you pleasured yourself. You must be one devout member of the Church, Trevor. Is it because of Sir Milgard?"

He nods.

"I think he sent you away to teach you more lessons than one," she continues. "And I believe one of those is to become not only a man, but your own man."

"What do you mean?"

"Your name is Trevor Tanner, not Badrof Milgard. And have you followed him his entire life? Spent every moment of your life observing him? You seem to be assuming quite a lot. You can't possibly know all he's done through his life."

"Are you suggesting he'd go against the wishes of the Church? That's impossible!"

"I'm just saying it's not impossible. You'd have to ask him yourself." She smirks. "But until then... I apologize for the potion, but there is something to be said about the time after a man's climax. Apparently they reach a temporary moment of mental clarity. Isn't that fun? So now is the best time to think about these things."

"I can't... just start giving in," he mutters. "Dalaworth, you said you would help me, right? I want to build my self-control."

She chuckles. "Is that right? Well, not wanting to leave after that makes me very happy. I'll do what I can to help you, but that means your challenges have only just begun. Are you sure? If you don't like it here--"

"It isn't your fault." He clenches his fists. "If I was a stronger man, my body wouldn't have reacted like that."

"Possibly. But I think premature ejaculation is very cute."

"Dalaworth!"

"You're already speaking to me with more confidence." She brings a hand through his hair and stares into his eyes. "Perhaps you just needed a bit of an awakening to begin your path towards true manhood, hmm?"

Pink fills his cheeks. "S-Sorry. I didn't realize."

"Don't apologize." The bed squeaks as she pulls herself back up. "Let me formally explain to you my lesson plan then. You know none of these girls will mind you getting intimate with them, Trevor. But it seems that isn't what you want. Or rather... you want it a little bit too much, and you'd rather not. So between me teaching you what I know of my trade, your task will be to resist temptation as you were, but I'll give you an incentive beyond the Church. The longer you last, the more secrets I'll share. But if you don't last, you'll be doing more chores. That's what you want, right? Some way to atone for your so-called sins. If that's the case, then you won't have to whip yourself with shame."

"I g-guess that makes sense," he mutters.

"Like I said, I know of Varat. Atonement isn't unusual. I would never physically harm you, but cleaning the house among other tasks seems fitting enough. How about that? If I command you to mop the hallways this afternoon, will you stop hating yourself in here?"

"Yes, ma'am. I mean... Yes, Dalaworth." He stands up as well and bows. "Thank you. I'll begin my atonement right way."

"Vika will continue to train you physically as well. Meanwhile, Sabri will undoubtedly tempt you by accident. Though with that girl, I'm never certain. Something tells me as airheaded as she is, she knows more than she lets on. But you wouldn't want to deflower such a sweet, innocent maiden, would you?"

"No!" he answers swiftly

She shakes her head and chuckles again. "You forget rather quick if you agreed with the word innocent. And Vika will likely push you to her limits. She does like having her fun. That's what you want though, isn't it? I couldn't help you steel your will if there was no longer temptation to resist."

"That makes sense," he says nervously.

"Good boy." She bends down and pats him on the head. "Sir Milgard gave up a wonderful squire boy. I look forward to being your new mistress."

"I-I know that's the feminine Master, but still--"

She grins. "Do you not like that? I'm only teasing. Please continue to call me Dalaworth. Though if you do want to call me mistress, I wouldn't mind. That's just for you, though. You're so cute. Honestly, I'd let you call me anything."

He shivers. "Thank you, Dalaworth."

"Of course." She pulls away from him and steps towards the door. "Take your time. Get dressed, and then you can start cleaning. Though if you did want to clean naked, it isn't like I'd mind." With one last giggle, she turns the knob and sashays through the doorway. It gently shuts behind her, leaving him alone once again.