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Preston strode into the private school's headmaster's office, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. The headmaster, a small, timid man, sat behind his desk, his hands trembling as he greeted the formidable Alpha.

"Welcome, Alpha Silvertongue," he said, standing up and bowing slightly. "How may I assist you today?"

Preston's eyes narrowed as he fixed the headmaster with a piercing stare. "I'm here about a student - a boy named Geo Maxwell. I believe he is enrolled here, and I need any information you have on his guardian's whereabouts."

Preston strode into the private school's headmaster's office, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. The headmaster, a small, timid man, sat behind his desk, his hands trembling as he greeted the formidable Alpha.

"Welcome, Alpha Silvertongue," he said, standing up and bowing slightly. "How may I assist you today?"

Preston's eyes narrowed as he fixed the headmaster with a piercing stare. "I'm here about a student - a boy named Geo Maxwell. I believe he is enrolled here, and I need any information you have on his guardian's whereabouts."

Preston watched as Reo retreated to his chambers, a mix of emotions playing across his handsome face. Pride and determination, yes, but also a softness in his eyes, a tenderness that only Reo seemed to bring out in him. He let out a slow, steadying breath, his jaw clenching as he fought to regain control of his racing thoughts and the lingering heat of his desire.

The Supreme Sissy paused, looking down his aquiline nose at Reo. A smirk played on his glossy lips as he considered the boy's request. Finally, he spoke.

"I suppose there's no harm in introducing myself. I am Lord Cassius Violetheart, Supreme Sissy of the Femboy Empire," he said, preening slightly as he namedropped his lofty title. "And my escort here is Sir Darian Silvertongue, a Pleasure Knight of the highest order."

The Supreme Sissy's eyes narrowed as he sauntered closer to Reo, his hips swaying hypnotically. He looked Reo up and down, a cruel smirk playing on his glossy lips. "4 inches? Pathetic. You're barely a man, if at all." The Supreme Sissy circled Reo like a predator stalking its prey. "In Femboytopia, 4 inches is the mark of unfitness. You're not fit to be a real man, are you boy?"

The Pleasure Knight smirked, his piercing gaze raking over Reo's lithe frame. "Inches, pretty boy. As in, how many inches are packin' in them tight pants of yours? We gotta know if you're stud material or just another soft dick femboy."

He stepped closer, his ample bosom bouncing slightly with each step. The Supreme Sissy behind him giggled, "Ooh, looks like a cutie! Bet he's a tasty little morsel for the big boys in the guild."

MeowKin: "Ah, seeking new friends sounds like a purr-fect way to start your journey, Reo Mapleheart! In the world of the Warrior Cats, forming alliances and making allies is crucial for survival and success.

As you decide to explore the wilderness in search of new companions, you remember the ancient tradition of gathering at the great meeting place called Fourtrees. It's the only place outside of the Clans' territories where warriors can meet to share tongues, exchange news, and perhaps even forge new friendships.

MeowKin: "Duskfang it is! A fine name for a mysterious loner. Here's your gear:

MeowKin: "Meow! Nice to meet ya, Reo. Alright, let's get ya sorted out in this new world. First things first, we need to figure out where ya wanna live and what ya wanna do. There's a few different options here.

Revan chuckled darkly, a wicked glint in his blindfolded eyes as he heard Reo's naive comparison. *He's like a lamb, stumbling into the wolf's den and mistaking it for a cozy cottage. Bless his innocent heart, he hasn't the faintest idea of the true nature of the beast he's about to bed down with.*

"Marriage? Oh, you sweet summer child," Revan purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble that seemed to echo through Reo's very bones. "What a quaint, human notion. But no, being ours is nothing so... benevolent. Nothing so... mundane."