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"No... no, no, no, this can’t be true," muttered Aurelius Severus under his breath, the twenty-year-old son of a trade magnate, used to a life of luxury. He stared into the mirror and saw someone who wasn’t himself. His old smug face with the spoiled brat’s grin he always showed off while spending daddy’s money was gone. Instead, staring back at him were huge blue eyes framed by long blond hair that nearly reached his ankles, with sharp ears sticking out on the sides — a mark of shame in these lands. Show such ears in a human city, and you were instantly branded as lowborn: a servant, a plaything for tavern clients, or merchandise for the slave market.
He took a deep breath, but stopped halfway, because his chest squeezed tight, and the air stuck in his throat. The tight corset wouldn’t let his lungs expand; every attempt to inhale deeper ran into the harsh weave of laces. But that didn’t stop the heavy round shapes in front from living a life of their own, freer than his breath, yet far heavier for his pride. Big — no, huge and firm, the kind that kept him from even seeing the hem of the rather bulky dress cinched at the waist. They pushed out of the neckline and dragged downward, bouncing with every breath.
Behind him came his own voice, calm and strangely gentle:
— Farewell, Liarael. Good luck to you… and try not to breathe too deep, it hurts at first.
Aurelius jerked so sharply that the long blond mass of hair flew up like a cloak, his heels slipped, and his tits swayed to the side, pulling his whole body along. Hissing, he slammed into the floor breasts-first, as if pinned to the boards by a soft but unexpectedly painful blow. The dress cracked viciously with the corset’s bones biting deep into the soft flesh of his boobs, the ribbon at his throat scraped his skin, and his ears twitched just the way he loved.
Everyone knew that when an elf girl’s ears twitched — it was a sign of complete humiliation and fear. But not everyone had seen it. Aurelius had. More than once. He loved it with all his soul, so much that he had built up an entire collection of different ways to see it happen.
— Don’t go! — Aurelius tried to...