"Miss Hilga, you like my massage, don’t you?" Egon asked with a sly smile, his voice smooth and low.
"Mhm... yes," Hilga murmured, her eyes closed, her mind was drifting in boundless ocean.
The skill’s effect had taken full hold on her. As such she was now deep in the altered state brought by Serenity’s Touch.
And Egon intended to exploit it as much as possible.
"If that’s the case, shouldn’t you treat me a little better from now on?" he whispered near her ear, fingers moving slowly down from her bouncy big ass to her legs."
Hilga lay still, the glow in her body faintly pulsed where his touch lingered. Then, in a quiet voice, she answered,
"Yes... I will treat you better from now on."
Deep within her subconscious, a shift occurred. Her impression of Egon, the "mutt" she had dismissed so easily, was reshaping into something else. Someone favorable, even protective.
Egon’s grin widened as he watched the effect settle in.
But Egon wasn’t satisfied yet.
"Madam Hilga," he said carefully, gauging her state, "you must be feeling some discomfort lying face-down for so long. Why don’t you turn over? I can help ease the tension in your chest area too."
His heart thumped. This was a risk. If she snapped out of it, the entire effort could collapse. One misstep, and his growing control would shatter.
But Serenity’s Touch proved stronger than he imagined.
Without a word, Hilga shifted and turned, now lying on her back. The faint glow of the skill still pulsed across her skin, and her eyes remained half-lidded, lost in a dreamy calm.
Her strong, defined form was now fully exposed to his view. The sharp, commanding woman who once barked orders like a drill sergeant now lay quietly, allowing him access without resistance.
Egon swallowed hard seeing cleavage of her big racks under the thin fabrics of her maid uniform.
Her eyes still shut tight as his grabby hands landed on her soft stomach. Her waist was curvy with the right amount of fat in the right places. Especially her big boobies.
They were round and firm. His hands slowly, gently, rubbed her waistline below the twin peaks, teasing them ever so slightly.
"Ahn..."
She let out a soft, comfortable moan as soon as he poked the edges.
He didn’t dare touch them fully.
But his little brother seemed to become erect with just this amount of touching. Who knows what would happen when he would be able to touch them bare?
The feeling must be wonderful, though. He was sure of it.
His hands felt itchy to touch those soft mounds.
But to cross that line, more "training" is needed.
"Madam Hilga, your breasts look sore and suffocated. You must be feeling uncomfortable there too, right? Should I massage them as well?" He suggested, his heart thudding with anticipation.
Whoosh!
But her eyes suddenly shut open, looking at him with a frown.
Seeing this, Egon’s heart skipped. "Damn... I was too hasty... Is she going to kill me now?"
But no, there was no barking or curses coming from Hilga.
She simply smiled and said, "No, you can’t touch them, Egon. You should know a man and woman shouldn’t do this kind of thing unless they are committed to each other."
Egon was relieved. At least part of the massage was successful. She was now behaving more gently.
Still, he acted disheartened, trying to look disappointed to garner sympathy.
"Awwh... Don’t be so sad, Egon. Here, I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek instead," she said, smiling as she brought her red lips closer to him.
Egon swallowed and accepted the kiss from a woman for the first time. Except his mother, of course.
It was short but satisfying.
Her lips were soft, and her tongue was pink.
As a Dark Elf, her skin was slightly dark, and her ears were pointy.
Still, she was smoking hot, filled with juice to be ripped out.
"Okay, now please go and mop the hallway, honey," she said sweetly, standing up.
"But I don’t want to... I’m feeling sick," Egon said, coughing slightly.
"Are you sick? You should have told me first," she said quickly, and began checking his pulse.
Her brow furrowed. "You look fine though. Where are you feeling sick exactly?"
"In my head. And here..." he said with a cheesy smile, pointing at his heart.
Hilga pinched his waist gently. "Smooth talker. Alright, no problem. I’ll appoint Slave Archon for the job."
Egon flashed a smile. "That’s better, Hilga. And would you please send me breakfast? I’m really hungry. Something tasty would be better. Bread is so dry and tasteless."
"Hehe... Alright. I’ll send it soon," she said with an amused smile before heading out with her usual intimidating steps.
Egon watched her leave, a mischievous grin still playing at the corner of his lips.
He leaned back on his bed, making sure to exaggerate his groan just enough to keep up the act.
The hall was quiet for a moment, and the faint sound of her footsteps faded as she moved down the corridor.
"Archon, now that your protagonist luck is stolen, you’re nothing but dead weight. I’ll make sure to throw you out of this house as soon as possible," he muttered under his breath.
Slowly, everything was falling into his hands. He had obtained the Soul Core that would make him a powerhouse, and he was determined to become the Emperor using his Combat Slave Harem.
This was just the beginning.
He would steal everything Archon was meant to receive.
Until then, he would train to evolve his Main Skill and secretly dominate everyone in the mansion.
The maids, the female guards, and even the master of the mansion.
Vienna Castros would be his next target. He couldn’t wait to hear those sweet and teasing words aimed at him, the way she once spoke to Archon.
No. He would make her his, slowly and surely. The protagonist would be left with nothing.