🔞WARNING:🔞 Though with not much detail, there'll still be a bit of sexually related description in the content below. Readers who aren't comfortable with such a thing, please consider before proceeding.

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Compatible with his towering figure, Oswin's weight was obviously a hard rock on Sean’s small frame. Being pinned on the cold ground by a beastly instinct emanating from the elf king made the poor human boy shiver from head to toe, bathing in a foreign tingling sensation that he couldn’t identify.

"W-what are you doing?" Sean’s voice came out in a quaver, for he was still struggling with an unidentified feeling; however, it sounded seducing instead when reaching the elf king’s ears.

"Punishment," replied Oswin with a croaky voice.

Widening his eyes, Sean tilted his head up to look at his weak, immobile wrists to see if there was any chance of escape. However, Oswin's grasp was firm enough to rivet him to the spot. After a few tries and still failed to get away, his head slumped back to the floor in disappointment.

Poor Sean. His initial intention was to wriggle his way out from the beast atop him. But unbeknownst to him that the movement he made just now brought him to the point of no return.

His wriggling caused friction as it brushed against someone's already hard shaft, blowing away the last bits of sanity left in the elf king.

"Osw一, I mean, your majesty, please forgive this servant for whatever he’d done. Okay?" said Sean in a cute voice, hoping to have mercy granted by the cuteness.

Unfortunately, Oswin's ears were already buzzed by adrenaline. Not a single word of Sean could penetrate his eardrums. His whole attention was on something else.

Seeing how unresponsive Oswin was, Sean tried again.

"Let go of me. We'll talk this out, alright? We can sort一,"

A loud gasp escaped his lips, interrupting his own words as his head was thrown back on the cold, marble floor. His fingers almost dug holes in his own palms.

"Good. It's quieter now," remarked Oswin, knowing full well that someone had successfully become obedient.

Sean was lost for words. His brain could no longer process anything. A place no one had ever touched before, not even himself, was now being teased and fondled so intimately.

It was hard to believe that a pretty boy like Sean was a virgin. But he really was. His youthful days consisted of earning money and studying that he had no time dating. Nevermind other intense things.

"Your body is quite sensitive. Is this your first time?" Oswin’s big palm went up and down, stroking Sean's private part over the light blue denim layers.

What's he doing? And what's this feeling I feel? Sean thought to himself, finding it harder to get his head straight the more Oswin caressed the particular area that he had never known felt so good to be touched.

The innocent guy couldn't register the strange feeling that crept up to every inch of his body and made his toes curl. He couldn’t tell what it was. All he knew was that he was about to lose his mind.

"Os-Oswin, s-stop. M-my b-body f-feels w-weird," Sean stuttered, each word, competing with his breath, came out a struggle from his parted lips.

"Don't worry. You'll feel good soon."

Before Sean could ask what exactly did Oswin refer to, he heard the sound of his pants unzipping, exposing his little brother to a waft of cold air. But it didn't take long before the warmth of a big hand shielding it from the coldness.

"Os- Oswin?"

"Ssh. I'll take care of that weirdness for you."

Why are you taking care of me when it's yours that needed caring?! Though Sean wanted to scream those words out loud, he had no energy left to do so.

Under Oswin's skillful fingers that went from light to heavy, then switched back from heavy to light from time to time, not to mention the occasional squeeze that was perfectly executed, Sean was lost in a pleasurable sensation that made his head spin. The ceiling seemed to be moving in a whirlpool, feeding him with nauseousness. To help fight the dizziness, Sean shut his eyes and relaxed, allowing his body to be led by whatever it took.

Seeing the one under him being submissive, Oswin simpered, looking pleased. He continued doing the task with his hand satisfactorily, making sure to deliver the pleasure to the receiving end without fail.

In a blink of an eye, Sean's breath became shallow, and his eyebrows twitched continuously. His mouth was left ajar in a small o-shaped to allow the passage of air to flow in and out, for he found it too hard to breathe exclusively through nostrils now.

Giving the experiences he gained as a king, Oswin knew it was time to finalize the moment. He increased the pace of his hand, which subsequently produced a moaning mess out of Sean.

"Ah!"

With this one word, the big hand was coated with liquid warmth that was recently ejaculated. The arching hip went lifeless and dropped back to the floor after the exclaim.

"You're forgiven," said Oswin as he got up and released Sean from his grasp, acting like nothing had happened as he looked down at the panting person on the floor.

"Forgiven my a**. I didn't even ask for an apology."

Though breathless in the afterglow effect, Sean managed to shout while still lying on the floor, too weak to move.

With a smirk, Oswin walked away and off to the bathroom, probably to go and help his member from misery.

Oswin Alvingham, I'LL BE SURE TO GET BACK TO YOU ONE DAY! MARK MY WORD, YOU PERVERTED ELF KING! Sean shouted a promise at the back of his head.

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It had been one week since that incident—the sweet punishment. Though every time Sean wanted to strangle Oswin to death, he thought better than to cross the line. The memory was still fresh to him. On the other hand, Oswin acted as if nothing happened and carried on his king's order, as if he was in his kingdom. And that meant he kept bossing Sean around, making the latter think he was taken as a servant for good.

Sean had already given up on the idea of sending the elf king back to his home. After a thorough research week, only 'no result found' turned up on the name Aldous. And so, he finally settled with the decision to take Oswin in to live with him.

However, with two people, the expenses were getting higher. Sean had to find another job to earn extra pay to support them both. Every night, he returned home late and fell asleep on either the floor or sofa. But one thing that occurred strange to him was that he always found himself tucked adequately in bed when he opened his eyes in the morning.

One Saturday morning, while having breakfast, Sean choked and spat on his Tum-Yum flavor instant noodle when Oswin asked a question that never in a million years did he expect to hear.

"Where can I find a job?"

"Excuse me?" asked Sean after he managed to steady his breath after a few coughs.

"After staying for a week, plus your help in explaining, I understand how to live a life here."

"O-okay?"

"You said that to live here, we need money, right? And to get money, we have to get a job."

"Your majesty. Is the noodle too hot and spicy for you?"

"No. I like it. Why?"

"I just thought the hotness and spiciness were burning your brain cell. You seem to be blabbering things. Need some cold water or pills?"

Ignoring Sean's sarcasm, Oswin continued. "It's not my style to live off someone."

"Uh-huh. You learn fast."

"Of course. I'm a king, after all. My brain can catch up with everything."

Oh please, Sean rolled his eyes at the thoughts.

"Besides, I see you've been having a hard time lately, trying to maintain the expenses for two. I figure I need to step in and help."

For some reason, Sean felt touched by these words. He had imagined Oswin as a spoiled king who liked to abuse his power, doing nothing but bossing people or maybe elves around. Nevertheless, no one had thought that there was this sweet side of him too. It was totally unexpected. And this made something on the left side of his chest acting up.

"So, I see this restaurant here is recruiting. Help me apply for it." Oswin turned the newspaper he was holding to face Sean and pointed at one of the job announcement sections.

"You? Working as a waiter?!" Sean exclaimed.

"Em," replied Yibo. "It's the same as what you do, isn't it?"

Sean couldn't help but let a few imaginations run wild in his head. Scenes where the elf king, Oswin Alvingham, became a waiter.

Scene one:

"Hey, you! Waiter boy with long blonde hair and silver robe. Get me a menu," yelled the grumpy customer.

"How dare you use that tone towards me? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Well, who are you then, pointed-ear boy?"

"I'm the king of the elf. Reigning over the Kingdom of Aldous, in the..."

As Oswin was making a self-introduction, the customer took out his phone and dialed a nearby psychiatric hospital.

Sean shook his head, trying to get the scene out of his head. However, with the last imagination disappeared, a new one arrived. This time it happened when he at least expected Oswin to understand his duty and stopped calling himself king.

And that was where a new scene appeared.

Scene two:

"I want a big plate of fried rice, one seafood pasta, and a glass of orange juice," said customer one.

*Stared*

"Do you need me to repeat my order?"

*Stared*

"Um, why are you still standing here and staring at us instead of going to place the order?" asked customer two.

"I have no idea what you've just said. The only word I understand is fried rice."

Both customers: "Err..."

When the scene dissipated from his head, Sean sighed and muttered, "And then whoever is the boss will declare bankruptcy the next day." He shook his head vigorously. "I can't have that."

"Why are you talking to yourself like a lunatic?" asked Oswin, looking at Sean with his eyes squinted.

The only lunatic here is you! Sean thought but decided to keep the word to himself. He should behave, for he didn't want to go through another punishment so soon.

"So, what should I do to get a job?" Oswin asked again, refusing to give up.

"You're not giving up, are you?"

"Giving up is never featured in a king's dictionary."

"Fine. I'll help you look and apply for a job. But under one condition."

Raising one of his eyebrows, Oswin stared at Sean. "And that is?"

"Listen to my guidance." Sean lifted his chin and stared back, clearly trying to show off who was in charge.

Leaning back with his arms folded, Oswin replied with a crooked smile that depicted how-hard-could-it-be look.

"Fine."

Desperately and critically suppressing a wicked smile that was about to appear to the surface, Sean tapped his fingers on his lap lightly under the table.

Oswin. Welcome to chapter one of 'how to take revenge on the elf king 101', written by Sean Cooper, Sean thought to himself, finding it hard to control the smirk that threatened to come out on his face.

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