Dysfunctional Imperials
Copyright© 2025 by Ogreface
Chapter 5: Buildup
Among the clothes that were delivered to Olaf’s room were gym clothes as well as brand-new running shoes. Olaf had never before owned such shoes, never even owned new shoes, so he was quite excited the next morning when he got dressed for a run. He planned to explore the cliff-edge path some more, and maybe even jog its length.
Corporal Thorn was waiting for him when he walked out of the main entrance. She blushed, saluted, and smiled. She was also dressed in Marine PT clothes and running shoes. Again, Olaf felt embarrassed that his eyes involuntarily settled on her chest, where her smallish but noticeable breasts were making eye-catching bumps under her white T-shirt.
She also had nice legs. He was not used to seeing so much of a female’s bare legs since all the women on the island wore long dresses that reached down to mid-calve. Even at school the other girls wore knee-length skirts or long pants.
“We explored more of the island yesterday, My Lord,” she said. “The path goes all the way around the island. You can run it if you want. I will have to accompany you, security requirements.”
“I guess it is a good thing you insist on running behind me,” Olaf said. “Less chance of you running away from me.” She just smiled as he set off towards the cliff path.
The circular path turned out to be about three kilometers long. Olaf was more used to swimming but since he had started attending the city school, he also ran. While he didn’t have much speed, he found he had a huge amount of endurance. As usual he was soaked in sweat when he and Corporal Thorn arrived at the lookout point where Olaf and the duchess sat the day before, to find Lucia and Luanne sitting there.
The two noble ladies looked cute, dressed in jeans and T-shirts. He noticed they were watching him intently as he and Thorn ran into view. Olaf wanted to run past them to his starting point, but he had already noticed that Thorn was falling behind and was breathing much harder than he was, so he decided to face his natural fear of being ridiculed by his two cousins and stopped running when he reached the two ladies.
“You set a murderous pace, My Lord,” Thorn huffed as she rested with her hands on her knees while trying to get more air into her lungs.
“Sorry, you should have told me to slow down,” Olaf said as he stretched his arms.
“Couldn’t, no breath,” Thorn huffed. While Olaf’s T-shirt was soaked with sweat, Thorn’s T-shirt only showed moderate wet spots between her breasts and under her arms. Olaf immediately yanked his eyes away from Thorn as he looked at the two sisters.
“Take off your T-shirt,” Luanne instructed him as she stood and came closer. “The thing is soaked.” Olaf’s first instinct was to decline but then it looked as if she was about to help him out of his wet T-shirt, so he quickly started wiggling out of his shirt.
“Oh, my!” Luanne muttered as she stood watching Olaf’s bare chest.
“Double Oh, my!” Thorn gasped.
“You really look good without a shirt,” Lucia said as she also watched him, her eyes as big as the other two girls’ eyes. Olaf was feeling a bit awkward because of their reaction. He was not embarrassed about being shirtless; Aster and Wilda regularly saw him with just his undershorts on since he swam like that.
“Lord Olaf, you should wear a warning sign for unsuspecting women,” Luanne muttered as she stepped even closer. Olaf was expecting her to start complaining about him stinking of sweat but her eyes just got slightly bigger.
“I’m going to walk myself cool and then shower,” Olaf said as he walked off towards his original starting point. Thorn was quick to follow him, and stuck close to him as they walked the last short distance to the next access point to the path.
“I wonder if it is permissible to offer to wash your back, My Lord,” Thorn muttered as they walked towards the villa entrance.
“Well, I will not lodge a complaint if you do,” Olaf said as he felt his dick reacting to her comment. “I have no idea if your colonel will object.”
“I’m not done guarding you, My Lord,” Thorn muttered as they walked down the passageway towards his suite. “I need to get clean underwear and my uniform,” she said as she grabbed hold of Olaf’s wrist and dragged him down the servants’ passageway.
The villa was built in a hollow square with a garden in the center. At the far back, near where Olaf and Herman had their suite, was a branch off the square where the servants stayed. The small marine detachment stayed there. Olaf meekly tagged along to a room she was sharing with one of the servant girls. Then she led him back to his suite.
Thorn was quite forward and brave as she led him to his suite and into his bathroom. Then she became shy again. She stripped out of her clothes at the same time as he got out of his running shorts while trying to watch him. Olaf stood no chance; he was fully erect even before he was completely naked. He had seen both Wilda and Aster in the nude but not since they started puberty. Thorn was the first adult female he saw completely nude.
Thorn was blushing as well as determined as she followed Olaf into the shower. He didn’t touch her, partly being too shy and partly because he was not sure what to do, or even if she really wanted to do more than just shower with him. She became all business-like as she washed his chest and back. She hesitated before going further and seemed to gather the courage to wash his groin.
“Olaf, want me to wash your back?” a girl called just outside his bathroom. The shower stall only had a clear glass door separating it from the rest of the bathroom. As Olaf turned, with Thorn holding onto his hips, both girls gasped in surprise. Luanne was standing outside the shower stall, halfway busy unbuttoning her top.
“I just washed his back, but he is not done yet,” Thorn said shyly to Luanne. “You can take over if you want, my lady.” For a moment it looked as if Luanne was going to explode. Without even thinking about it, Olaf raised one eyebrow at her. Instantly her demeanor changed from being angry to being apologetic as she looked Olaf in the eyes.
“Maybe it is not a good idea for my cousin to shower with me,” Olaf said softly.
“That would only be a problem if things go further than just washing each other,” Thorn said timidly while facing Luanne.
“Maybe I will wash his back next time,” Luanne muttered as she made herself comfortable against the side wall as she kept watching Olaf and Thorn.
When they were done, Luanne grabbed a towel to help Thorn dry him. He decided to join in the fun and grabbed another towel to dry Thorn, while staying away from the interesting parts. Luanne started rubbing Olaf’s back and butt while Thorn dried his front. She also stayed away from the sharp point.
“Escort me to breakfast?” Luanne said softly after Olaf was dressed. By that time Thorn was also dressed and had fled already. Luanne still didn’t look him in the eye.
“Are you upset because she showered with me or because you didn’t join us?” Olaf asked. She shot him a glaring look.
“We are leaving today” she said, not answering his question.
“Everybody?” Olaf asked.
“I don’t know about you or Lord Herman, I just know my parents and Darla’s parents, and we are all going back home,” Luanne said softly. “Apparently it is safe as long as we restrict our public appearance and movements for a while longer.”
After a relaxed and lighthearted breakfast, where all the single as well as the betrothed ladies whose husbands were not present, openly flirted with the marines and with Olaf, all except Luanne who was still moody, the three daughters of the duchess, and their families got into a marine shuttle and left the island. Lucia was the only one who hugged Olaf. The others just shook hands with him while Luanne ignored him. The four knights were guardedly friendly toward Olaf, treating him mostly like an equal. Shortly after the marine shuttle had left, a civilian hovercraft with the emblem and colors of Viscount Asgaard arrived to fetch the viscount’s three children. The hovercraft had two Ceres militia members onboard, who informed Herman that they were going to shadow him, on orders of the viscount, until the assassination plot was finally resolved and the culprits apprehended.
“Any update on the investigation?” Duke Wilbur asked when it was just the duke, the dowager duchess, Lady Thelma, and Olaf remaining, along with the marine group and their shuttle.
“We can talk in your office, Your Grace, and the ladies are welcome to attend,” Colonel Crenshaw said. The duke led everybody into his new office and invited them to sit. Besides the four nobles, Olaf finally accepted that he was a nobleman, mostly because the other accepted him as such, not because he saw himself as a nobleman, only Colonel Crenshaw and Captain Darius were present.
“The main reason I’m keeping you here is because my marines are great soldiers, loyal and honest, but not trained to perform body protection duties,” Colonel Crenshaw explained. “Duchess Victoria and Lady Thelma are free to leave at any time.”
“I think I need to continue educating my grandson on being a noble, so I’m fine here,” the duchess said.
“I am her grace’s constant companion, so I stay as long as she stays,” Lady Thelma said.
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