>“As usual, you’ve got a nice ass, Sir Polidoro,” Duke Astarte said.
>Her comments about me could be called sexual harassment. Anyone could be called short when compared to me, but she was tall for a lady, all five foot seven of her beside me as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. In this world, these simple actions were undoubtedly classified as sexual harassment and definitely not befitting a noblewoman.
>“Oh, you jest,” I said. “I’m acutely aware that rugged, muscular men like me aren’t favored.”
>“It’s not an issue with me!” the duke said proudly. “I’m more of a butt person!”
>She was a free spirit. Of course, her high rank likely allowed her to get away with most troublesome behavior.
>“Oh, Sir Polidoro, when will you offer your body to me?” Duke Astarte asked. “We’ve already mixed our blood and sweat many a time in war.”
>Yeah, I wanna fondle your tits too. What I’d give to rub my dick between your knockers.
>“Duke Astarte, as I’ve told you before, I shall offer my chastity only to my future wife,” I said aloud.
>I didn’t want to just settle for having sex with one lady throughout my entire life. My dream was to build a harem by gathering all the beauties I could find in my fief from ages sixteen to thirty-two. However, this nation saw virginity as sacred. Should rumors spread that I was promiscuous, my reputation and my land’s dignity would plummet. I likely wouldn’t be able to find an excellent wife, either. And so, I had to remain chaste. In my heart, I wept tears of blood as I gazed into the duke’s eyes.