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The Tyrant of Olympia saw many things in his life. He had seen death and birth, joy and sadness. However, he had never come fact to face with a room full of research focused on finding the optimal position for safe and comfortable sexual intercourse.
There were pages of mathematical equations, charts in various colours. And sketches. On the table, on the floor and pinned to the wall. They weren't very detailed, but one could not mistake who the male participant was. There were no other men this big on whole of Olympia.
The Tyrant stared, his mind trying to catch up with his eyes. Of course, married couples did tend to have sex. He was aware of this. It just didn't work when he tried to think of Perturabo and sex in one sentence. His mind refused to cooperate.
Perturabo locked himself in his room for the night. Perturabo refused to let maids clean his room and preferred to do it on his own. Surely, he wouldn't-
A giggle broke through his train of thoughts. It belonged, quite unmistakably to Tekhne. It was followed by Perturabo's voice and though he could not understand the words, the tone was one he could not mistake.
His son was having sex with his wife in the room adjoining the study.
The Tyrant of Olympia clutched at his heart and stumbled away.
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