23 The Husband Sells the Son, the Wife Sells the Husband Part 1, R-18 (1/2)
”DAD!” Olaf exclaimed and threw himself at Kilian's feet! ”My father, my grandfather, my ancestor, please spare me!” As the startling words left the viscount's lips, tears drenched his reddening eyes, and he grabbed Kilian's leg, sobbing against it!
*BAM*
With a kick, Kilian sent him rolling on the ground. Silence then dropped on the scene. To say nothing of Kilian, even Olaf's wife and child had not expected that Olaf would be so shameless as to directly hail Kilian as his ancestor and beseech salvation. A minute had yet to pass since his arrival!
”Don't be rude,” Kilian ordered with a smirk that only made Olaf's wife and son warier. But undisturbed, Olaf rolled back toward Kilian's seat, and broke into a profusion of kowtows, smacking his head on the ground with ardent zeal painting a vivid picture of his desire to live.
”Master, just tell me what you want; all I have is yours! Wealth? Take it! House? Take it! Land? Take it, I don't care! I will be your dog, your puppy, your cat, whatever you want! I will peddle my son's rear, hell, I will even peddle my rear if that's your command! Just let me live!” Olaf wept, yet still smacked his now bleeding forehead on the ground.
Within the aristocracy, there was no such thing as ”ugliness.” In terms of looks, men and women ranged from above-average to breathtaking. Of course, they couldn't compare to the likes of fehls.
With a square jaw, straight-edged nose, a finely trimmed beard, and green eyes, Olaf undoubtedly was a handsome man. Only the extravagant, curled mane of blond hairs that trailed below his calves gave him that bit of eccentric look. None would have expected that the muscular, 1.86 meters tall man would possess this level of dignity. Kilian, however, remained unimpressed.
The better the life, the harder it was to part with it. Olaf became the viscount of Ostria at the age of 25 and ruled for 31 years. Yet, he barely looked older than 40. The likes of stress and anxiety left no trace on his rosy cheeks. Clearly, the man lived a splendid life and looked forward to the years to come.
As the saying went, ”where there's life, there's hope.” And indeed, Kilian had perfectly assessed Olaf's thoughts. As far as he was concerned, concepts of honorable death existed only to cheat men into self-destruction. So long as he could escape this calamity, there was room for maneuver.
Alas, Olaf wasn't the only one eager for a way out. While his son floundered in consternation, his wife - Ophelia - a breathtaking beauty of sky-blue hair and eyes, knelt before Kilian. DNA modifications and melanin enhancement had already reached the point where noble families could not only pick their children's looks -- but give them hair and eye colors unavailable to commoners.
However, while they had no qualms in beautifying their looks, high-ranking nobles typically didn't meddle with their eye or hair color. The reason? Ancestry. Conformity to the ancestors' looks was of critical importance to Arcadia's aristocracy. Only lesser nobles turned to the ”bloodline frauds,” as the high-ranking called them, to create unique daughters and sons for better marriage prospects.
Ophelia was the textbook example of the callous gold digger. At the age of 19, she seduced the then married viscount, helped him murder his first wife, and replaced her as viscountess—all for the sake of glory, splendor, wealth and rank. 11 years later, she still remained childless, but since Olaf already had an heir and a few bastards here and there, he didn't care for it.
”Your lordship, on behalf of the citizens of Ostria, I thank you!” Ophelia exclaimed as she bent in a kowtow. Her zip back bodycon tightly hugged her luscious curves, outlining her perky butt that she purposely stuck out to bring forth Kilian's lust. His lips curled into a smile, and he trailed his hazel eyes on the noblewoman's backside.
”Oh? Now now, why would you say that?” Kilian played the fool while his eyes ogled Ophelia's form with the flaring glint of lechery. Believing her body having the intended effect, Ophelia pursued.