Inauguration, Release Of Lust

Edrick was definitely a peculiar, bizarre, charming, off-putting, joyous, menacing, and odd character. He had a way to get the reactions he desired out of people, and this way was oh-so natural. It was like he didn’t even need to try. When he needed to be truthful, he would be, and when he needed to be deceitful, so would he be as well.

The manner in which he could weave sentences together… It spoke to people. Especially those who could tell between truth and lies. When they saw the truths he had to say to them, it immediately made them take on a far more friendly attitude–Friendliness that some might not typically extend, but so it was. Anoteros simply knew how to talk to them in the way they liked.

Thus, here it was why Zhenluo had been so oddly joyful to take some time from her cultivation efforts to ‘take care’ of Zhicheng. Zhenluo did not quite understand what Edrick wanted with him to begin with. He had been somewhat elusive about the deeper reasoning for his actions, but it didn’t matter much. In the end, their interests aligned, and as Alris, it wasn’t abnormal for them to cooperate either.

…Even if their target was an Alrin of theirs as well.

Unlike them, however, Zhicheng wasn’t considered a main part of the newer generation. His cultivation was pitiful due to his mismatched morals and attitude compared to what a true Elt should have.

He was lesser than them, and his continued presence within the clan could prove to be a risk to the reputation of the Elt with his incompatible views on things. His desire for ‘good’ had led him to not practise any technique available to him due to their supposed ‘evil’ or ‘disgusting' nature.

These were reasons enough to act, and by doing so, Zhenluo and Edrick would show their loyalty to the clan… Of course, it was all also a convenient excuse. Zhenluo had never acted upon her desires. She had been far too focused on refining her strength and cultivation... On further understanding the concept of ‘Darkness’.

Anoteros had been able to push her to take action at last.

Zhenluo had never been one to take part in anything others would consider to be fun. She had never paid attention to much else besides furthering her progress, but due to the fact that she was born a special kind of woman, she had spent a fair amount of time with her Jhila, Lui.

Due to her promiscuous activities, Lui was well-known to be a Duookois in and outside the clan. In fact, anyone who knew of her existence was nearly guaranteed to be aware of the extra tools she was packing.

Zhenluo was also a Duookois, but far less discreet. She had had some fun with girls using her ‘masculine side’, but never in excess, and only with girls from Red Mansion. After that, she had tried herself a twink, and immediately fell in love with using those feminine, failed men.

Men who were simply unable to be true males, and were instead destined to serve the same roles as women. Twinks were just like Foppoofs in this regard. The only difference was that the former could lie to themselves for longer, and perhaps even go undetected.

Ever since she had discovered her taste for twinks, Zhenluo had taken an interest in Zhicheng. He didn’t appear to be a twink at a glance, but he had the qualities and could absolutely be nurtured into one with some attention. This is exactly what she had been doing ever since Edrick had brought the idea of dealing with this younger Alrin of theirs.

She had been guiding him toward a path–The right path, as far as she was concerned. He had turned out into what was perhaps her favourite flavour of twink: The kind that still retained a front of maleness. He was on the perfect edge between being recognisable as a man with just a glance, but also effeminate enough to perhaps cause a slight disconnect when people took a good look at him.

…Perhaps even cause a question to crop up inside their minds.

“Is this a somewhat feminine man, or a masculine woman?”

Normally, this question would find the right answer quickly enough, but Zhenluo hadn’t just led Zhicheng to take on surface-level aspects. She had also secretly given him certain kinds of pills to slightly ‘refine’ his physique in subtle ways... Just enough to give him a good foundation to build upon, and further enhance his twinkish nature.

The so-called building in question was nearing the beginning of its construction.

On a day not unlike any other, Zhenluo had called Zhicheng over. He arrived with great punctuality. Just like every time.

‘How cute. No spine, but so obedient when he thinks he has a chance…’

She smiled and invited him to have some tea. They often did this nowadays, and it was from this very tea that he had ingested several substances for cosmetic enhancements without realising it.

He probably should have noticed something was a bit off with how he looked by now, but he didn’t seem to suspect foul play. The fool was too easy to play. Dangling a carrot in his face was enough for him to push everything aside.

It was frankly embarrassing for an Elt to behave in such a manner. This was the right decision. He needed some correction. He needed a new purpose.

“I… I feel a little woozy…”

“Oh. My servants must have been too heavy-handed with the energy-rich leaves in the tea. You should lie down. Why don’t you follow me? I’ll let you lie in my bed”

“And I feel… Weirdly hot, as well…?”

“Don’t you worry, it should pass quickly”

Zhenluo led Zhicheng to her room, and by then, he seemed quite out of it. He was speaking coherently, but his voice was dimming a little. She continuously assured him that everything was fine... By the time the door to her bedroom was opened, he had grown much quieter–More malleable and receptive to the words of others.

The Duookois lit up her room and closed the curtains, lighting scented candles before peeking out of the doorway to address her servants.

“I will be busy for a while, don’t disturb me unless absolutely necessary. You know that I have been waiting for this”

With these words, she closed and locked the door.

She looked down upon her very own Alrin, a few years younger than she was.

A thin, upward smile crept onto her face alongside a blush–An unusual show of facial expressions for her.

“For the next few hours, you’ll be all mine. I will be the one to inaugurate your new purpose…”

The response was unintelligible.

“...Let’s get started. I can barely contain myself”