Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ He's a Bastard ❯ My Mentor's a Manslut ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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WARNING: This story is meant to be nonsensical and humorous. It's not to be taken too seriously and it's final purpose is merely to entertain, as are the majority of my stories. This is my first endeavor in writing in first person point of view (I'm partial to third person myself), so there are bound to be mistakes. I don't mind going back to correct the big mistakes, so don't be afraid to point them out. Haven't scared you off yet? Then, join Cyrus on his quest for independence...that is, if he doesn't decide in the end that needing help might not really be a sign of weakness.


He's A Bastard

Yuurimaoh (Dragon Dung)

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He's a bastard. There is seriously no other way for me to describe it.

He's also a manslut...a manipulative rat...an egotistical dickhead...

Dear God and all the other spirits that may exist above...

Why am I in love with him?



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Chap ter 01- My Mentor's a Manslut

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My hazel eyes squinted at the odd name typed across the top of the chart in my hands. I was being trained to Wander. What did the job entail? Well, it required being under the tutelage of a full-fleged Wanderer. His name was Revelin Eferize. Mine was Cyrus Kairos.

I took a moment to scratch the top of my short, curly platinum hair. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head that anything with an acronym that spelled out "WRECK" (as in, "Wanderers Revelin Eferize and Cyrus Kairos") was bound to be stressful. I had to come to terms with the fact that my "nagging feelings" were almost always justified. But, I tended to fight my own instincts with tooth and nail.

At the moment, however, my testing scores and evaluations all pointed to Wandering training. I would, one day, be required to Wander through the lands and dimensions in order to aid others with their miscellaneous troubles. The job included anything as simple as babysitting a pet or as complicated as poisoning an entire council. The phrase 'jack-of-all-trades' had nothing on Wanderers.

According to the chart in my hands, my mentor-to-be was a Wanderer in high demand. He had apparently saved an entire town from being flooded single-handedly, among other noble deeds. Mentor Eferize was always spoken of in tones of high praise and admiration. But, I knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving. Not to mention that his understudies in the past never remained under his wing for long.

I kept such warnings in mind as I opened the door to my mentor's mansion with the key that I was assigned.

Almost as soon as I walked through the doorway, I heard a loud crash of something breaking. Thinking the worst, I ran in the direction of the sound. Was it a thief? Was my mentor injured?

Had I known then what I know now, I wouldn't have bothered to waste any energy worrying. For, the moment I opened the door from which the sound had originated from, my peaceful and sane days were over.

Revelin Eferize was thrusting fervently into a freckled, copper-haired young man (that seemed to be only a couple of years older than I was) up against the wall of his workroom. I made a mental note to never lean against the wall and to always wash my hands if I ever had to do anything in the workroom that didn't require wearing gloves.

Somehow, through my shock and horror, I managed to yell something akin to "Excuse me!" before turning around and wishing to have the guts to bash my head against the door. It was only my first day of training and I already had my mentor's naked back burned into my brain. Besides the firm buttocks that I had tried not to think about just then, I also noted that Revelin Eferize had shoulder-length jet black hair that swayed with each of his thrusts....

I shook my head in horror. Since I was still trying desperately to shake away the image of my mentor fucking someone up against the wall (talk about first impressions!), I couldn't quite will my legs to move me back through the door and out of the room. Hell, I didn't even notice that the sounds of their fervent fucking died away from the moment I yelled. All I wanted to do was to march right back to the Assigning Office and pray to be traded off to another mentor. Preferably one who wouldn't have sex in an unlocked workroom of his mansion the day of his trainee's arrival.

"You must be Cyrus Kairos," A voice whispered in my ear, making me jump. "I must have written down the wrong date of your arrival. I wasn't expecting you for another ten days."

The lousy liar.

I clenched my fists and raised my chin a little before turning around to bravely look my mentor in the eyes...and then I froze as I stared into the richest blue eyes I had ever seen. They were the kind of blue eyes that were indigo with lighter flecks of blue and a few slivers of silver in them. I couldn't will any words to pass through my lips even if I wanted to.

"Welcome to my abode."





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