White.
Everything is white.
I open my eyes suddenly, greeted by the white ceiling of my room, dimly lit by a small lamp. I'm lying in bed, my body wrapped in a quilt. A quick glance to the side confirms that Alvida is no longer here. After we had a rather intense night(after I made her squirt and cum), with two more rounds after she reached her peak, we eventually fell asleep, cuddling each other.
Now, I sit up and check the time on the clock beside my bed. This world shares a strange resemblance to my old one, including the 24-hour day. Yet, with multiple suns and moons, it's still a mystery to me.
'It's 6:00 A.M.,' I think to myself, yawning as I stretch. "Lana should be here soon."
Lost in my thought, I suddenly notice a piece of paper on my bedside table—something that wasn't there yesterday.
"What's this…?" I reach over and pick it up, revealing a folded white sheet.
With a mix of curiosity and anticipation, I unfold it. The note reads:
[Good morning, my love. Make sure you come for lessons today. And oh— I'm making you an exquisite elfish delicacy. Don't be late, or it'll get cold.]
As I read the words, my heart races, my face warming slightly as butterflies stir in my stomach.
'What is this…? Is this love? Or is it just that no one's ever said anything like this to me before?'
In my past life, I was always working tirelessly, never finding time for myself. I spent my days milking cows, trying to keep up with the demands of the companies I supplied. They told me machines would make life easier. The day I finally got one, I was killed by it.
To sum it up, I never had the chance to date anyone or spend my hard-earned money.
Sighing, I realize I got emotional for a moment there. I've figured out that I do love Alvida—but I love her just as much as I love Lana and my fiancée-to-be.
Speaking of her, I wonder what's going on in that head of hers. Is it because of her father? Her aloof personality makes everything so complicated.
Letting out a sigh, I rise from the bed. Just then, the door to my room swings open. I glance up to see Lana stepping inside.
"Hey, Lana, why didn't you show up—" My words trail off as I notice her eyes lock onto the piece of paper Alvida left for me. Before I can react, Lana moves faster than I can process, snatching up the paper and reading it instantly.
'Oh shit… I knew this was coming, but not this soon.'
Lana's face twists with anger, and I watch as a flurry of emotions passes over her face. She squeezes the paper in her hand and throws it to the floor. But in the next heartbeat, she seems to realize her mistake, and I just stand there, silent.
"I–I'M SORRY, MASTER!" she apologizes, trying to keep her composure, but I can already see tears welling in her eyes.
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[FLASH BACK]
After Lana stormed into her room, she slammed the door shut and locked it. Her back pressed against the door, her heart racing wildly.
"What is wrong with me? Why did I act like that?" she thought, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.
Pushing off the door, she made her way to the small reading table in the corner. A blue diary lay on top, waiting. She opened it and picked up the pen beside it, beginning to write.
After a while, she slammed the diary shut, tossing the pen aside with a huff.
"Even though the Duchess told me Luke would take more concubines, I can't bring myself to accept it. I don't want to be just a concubine. I want to be his wife," she muttered under her breath, tugging at her hair. "Am I losing my mind over a man?" she thought, recalling the last time she had sex with Luke—how he had used her, treated her and came inside her like she meant nothing.
As the memories flooded her mind, Lana's body shuddered with an overwhelming pleasure. The mere thought of her master dominating her, calling her degrading names, made her breath quicken. Her underwear grew damp as lust surged through her.
With a sudden jolt, she stood up from her chair, driven by an urgent need, and headed toward Luke's room. Her arousal was so intense that it left wet trails down her thighs. She felt like a wild animal in heat, consumed by lust.
But when she reached Luke's door, the sound of a woman's moans stopped her in her tracks. Stunned, Lana's heart dropped as she cracked the door open to peek inside.
There, in front of her, was Luke, passionately railing Alvida, who looked like she was in pure ecstasy.
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[A/N]: Hello, my loyal readers! Expect some exciting developments soon. This novel isn't all about just having sex, lol. But, as a man of culture, I can't leave any stone unturned—or should I say, any woman without proper training. He needs to tame them, after all, so he can properly "milk" them in the future. And with the academy ahead, they'll definitely need a lot more training.