A week had passed, and Elf Island had undergone massive construction and recovery. The House of Redgrave's knights and heavy machinery were now stationed there, patrolling the island constantly. Any trespasser would be killed on sight, no trial, no warning, no mercy.
There were no visitors anymore. No debauchery scenes, no orgies, none of the old filth that used to stain this island.
In their place stood cold discipline and heavy militarization.
The elves were no longer trained as whores spreading their legs for anyone with coin.
Now, they were being shaped into a proper militia, trained to guard the island with their lives.
Aqua wouldn't allow any elf to disgrace his house or his name with their sluttiness any longer.
They either played by his rules, followed his commands without question, or they were kicked the fuck out—thrown off the island by his ruthless orders.
He didn't care how beautiful they were or how much they begged. Obedience was the only currency that mattered now.
Moreover, in his mind, all those gorgeous elf beauties should belong only to him. Their bodies, their warmth, their moans—those were his and his alone.
Only he would bed them. The rest of the males on the island could go fuck themselves for all he cared.
Yeah...
It seemed he knew exactly how to satisfy nobles, how to make money, and how to keep everyone happy at the same time.
A wicked smile spread across his face as he spoke to Stephanie, who was now sticking close to him as they toured Elf Island together. His knights patrolled around them, vigilant and armed.
He told her to bring along all of her noble ladies and their entourages. Males didn't matter either. Even slaves would do, as long as they knew how to dress people up properly, how to style them, how to apply makeup to make someone look absolutely gorgeous.
Stephanie looked at him warily, suspicion flickering in her eyes. "What do you want to do with them, Lord Redgrave?"
Aqua rolled his eyes at her wariness and scoffed. "What do you think I'm going to do? Torture them? Please, use your fucking brain for once. What benefit would I get from doing something that stupid? And remember—I need their special skills. Now go. Do your women's work and let the men handle the rest."
His dismissive words couldn't help but bruise her ego. She was used to living in a kingdom that spoiled women rotten, that favored them heavily, that treated men as obedient dogs meant to serve.
This was the first time she had encountered someone in this kingdom who was so openly sexist and arrogant.
But she said nothing. She already knew—this man would punish anyone who said no to him. Extremely so. She didn't want to find out just how brutal he could be.
So she left. She did what he said, even though humiliation burned in her chest at being ordered around by a man who, according to her kingdom's twisted rules, was supposed to be groveling at her feet like all the others.
Unfortunately for her, Aqua was not a simp. He was definitely not a feminist. The kingdom's so-called "rules" had never been his concern in the first place.
He would change them in the future, sure—but not now.
Right now, his priority was finding the Artificial Intelligence stuck somewhere on this island. That came first. Everything else came second.
And after that?
After that, he would turn this entire kingdom into his personal empire.
And that was going to happen very, very soon.
...
3 Days Later
Earl Offrey was genuinely surprised by Aqua Redgrave's brilliant plan to monopolize Elf Island completely—without any intervention from outsiders, nobles, or even the royal families daring to touch his land.
He had indeed closed Elf Island to outsiders for at least three years.
That's what he said.
But those years would be more than enough to make anyone restless and upset, especially those old perverted nobles who wanted to take elves as their personal playthings and were absolutely obsessed with it.
So, Aqua crafted a brilliant plan that not only satisfied those depraved bastards but also made a shitload of money from it.
Here's how it worked: He would take all the lazy elf males—the ones who didn't do their fucking jobs properly, the completely incompetent ones, the useless pretty faces who contributed nothing—and hand them over to his daughter's care.
They would be dressed up beautifully, made up like dolls, and then rented out to male nobles with perverted hobbies, as well as female nobles who craved the attention of handsome male elves.
Female elves, however, were strictly forbidden to be taken by outsiders.
They would be protected personally by the Redgrave Family.
Aqua emphasized that elf tradition must be respected, especially the so-called "fact" that the fruit between human and elf would only result in tragedy and damage for both sides.
The male nobles initially protested loudly. They whined, they complained, they demanded their usual pleasures.
But then the photos were sent to them.
The images showed the male elves transformed—delicate features enhanced with makeup, bodies clad in revealing dresses that clung to their slender frames, legs exposed, necks adorned with lace, and poses that were deliberately provocative.
The nobles stared in silence.
Their eyes lingered on the smooth skin, the suggestive curves created by the clothing, the way the fabric teased what lay beneath.
Their hearts twisted with perverse excitement. Their cocks stiffened painfully in their pants as raw, forbidden lust surged through them.
Finally, they came to a collective conclusion: as long as the elf males looked female enough, it didn't fucking matter what was hidden underneath.
They accepted the arrangement without further complaint.
Aqua grinned wickedly and complimented his fiancée, who had done her job properly.
"Good. I knew I could trust you with this task, Stephanie. Now, the problem of Elf Island is already solved. No complaints will echo again, since everyone is satisfied with the result."
Stephanie winced in visible disgust, her face twisting. "I don't want to do it myself. I'll have my servants handle it. I never thought so many male nobles were so twisted and disgusting. Even they still chase after a man's hole..."
"That's life, I guess," Aqua shrugged, genuinely not giving a single fuck.
Anyone who benefited him was king, no matter how twisted they were. It didn't matter to him. If they gave him profit and power, they could do whatever the hell they wanted—as long as they didn't chase after the female elves on this island.
That was his only rule.
"Alright, now come with me. This conversation has put quite a strain on me, my dear fiancée."
Stephanie sighed exasperatedly.
She knew exactly where this was going.
But she followed him anyway through the quiet forest until they reached a secluded corner, completely hidden from view.
Without a word, she dropped gracefully to her knees in the soft grass.
Aqua unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, already rock-hard cock, the veined shaft throbbing with need.
He slapped the heavy length against her cheek once, twice, watching her lips part obediently.
She leaned forward, took him into her warm, wet mouth, and began to suck—slow, deep, and devoted.
Her tongue swirled around the head, then slid along the underside as she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing with effort.
Aqua let out a low groan of satisfaction, one hand resting on the back of her head.
It was good to be him.
Indeed.
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