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Claude sneezed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced around.
"Is someone talking about me behind my back?" he muttered, frowning.
The towering stack of paperwork had finally shrunk—it now only reached his chest instead of looming over his head.
'Should I finish it now or later?'
Ever since he reached three-star evolution, fatigue had become a rare visitor. He still got sleepy and hungry from time to time, but that was about it.
His endurance had skyrocketed, allowing him to plow through work that would have taken others weeks in just a few days.
His gaze shifted to the side, where Morion had dozed off, her head resting on a pile of sketches.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he approached, glancing at the drawing beneath her hand.
It was a family portrait—three figures sketched in simple strokes. One was clearly him, the other a smaller version of Morion, and the last… someone he didn't recognize.
Gently, he scooped Morion into his arms and carried her to her room. After laying her down and tucking her in, he turned to leave, deciding to return to his own quarters.
Even if he wasn't particularly sleepy, the thought of resting was appealing.
'Sleep is fun. No thoughts, nothing.'
He walked leisurely through the halls, his gaze flicking to the night sky. The moon had returned to its usual silver glow—a far cry from the ominous blood-red it had been for the past three days.
According to Eunomia's religious teachings, a blood moon was a sign of impending doom.
He scoffed, "More like my awakening as Lord of Calamity."
Claude pushed the thought aside as he reached his door—only to stop.
A subtle shift in the air prickled at his senses.
[It's just the Xalvach twins. I saw them enter your room a moment ago.]
Keira's voice echoed in his mind.
Lately, he had come to realize that his helpful mirror and guide was much more than she appeared.
She wasn't just a source of knowledge—she was eyes and ears within the palace. She could see and hear everything inside… even record it.
Claude chuckled. "Those twins are really impatient, huh?"
He pushed the door open—only to be met with a dense purple mist.
Immediately, he covered his nose.
Before he could finish, a strong hand seized his wrist, yanking him inside with surprising force.
The next thing he knew, his body was flung onto the bed.
Too fast. Too strong.
He had no time to react.
"Sister… we can't turn back now, can we?"
A soft, hesitant voice filled the dimly lit room.
Claude's vision was obscured by a delicate hand covering his eyes, but he didn't need to see to know who it was.
A smirk curled on his lips. 'Ah, so they want to play this kind of game? Kinky.'
"What are you saying, sister? Why are you backing down now?" the other woman scoffed, her tone lighter yet brimming with excitement.
"Of course, we should go through with this!"
"Ugh… Well, okay. I'm just nervous. This is my first time."
A chuckle followed, sultry and teasing. "Don't worry, Your Majesty will be gentle. Right, Your Majesty?"
The hand lifted, and as his vision adjusted, he was met with Lilac's mischievous gaze.
Claude smirked. "You do realize this could've ended badly if I hadn't recognized the ones who 'kidnapped' me as my own women, right?"
The twins only giggled in response, unfazed by the implied danger.
Lilac sat on his left, draped in a sheer, soft-purple robe that left little to the imagination, her full breasts pressing against the thin fabric.
Meanwhile, Layla was on his right, her face flushed a deep crimson as she awkwardly covered herself.
Unlike her bolder sister, she wore nothing but a delicate string bra and matching underwear—garments that did nothing to conceal her curves.
"We only wanted to have some fun, Your Majesty," Lilac purred, trailing a long, painted nail down his chest. "We've waited long enough, don't you think?"
Her fingers toyed with the edges of his attire, as if itching to tear it apart.
"We know you're stressed… frustrated. Why not use us to unwind?" she tilted her head, voice dripping with playful seduction.
"Ah, but only me, of course. My dear sister here is still a virgin."
"Sister Lilac! You're embarrassing me!" Layla buried her face in her hands, her pointed ears burning red.
Lilac only laughed. "What? It's funny that our great general, our family's pride, is still untouched. It'd make quite the headline, don't you think?"
Layla groaned in protest, too flustered to respond.
Claude, amused by their banter, leaned back and arched a brow. "So you aren't, Lilac? I suppose that makes you the more experienced one."
Before she could respond, he added, "That's fine. I can be gentle too."
Her teasing expression faltered for a brief second before she pouted, crossing her arms.
"You don't like it? Do you prefer virgins, Your Majesty? If so, I'll be very disappointed in you."
Claude laughed, his hands trailing down the twins' thighs, drawing small circles against their smooth skin.
"Virgin, non-virgin, MILF… I love all women equally." He smirked, his fingers tightening slightly as he squeezed.
"As long as they have big tits, a tight little pussy, and know how to suck my cock, I have no complaints."
A sharp slap echoed in the room as he grabbed a handful of their plush asses, making them gasp.
'And this will be the perfect way to make Xalvach bow before me.' His thoughts darkened with amusement.
'Llyod won't dare to move recklessly with both his daughters wrapped around my fingers.'
'Three major powers are already in my grasp. The rest? I'll crush them if they refuse to submit.'
Lilac giggled, licking her lips. "You truly are the best, Your Majesty."
She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Then just relax… and let us take care of everything."
She climbed on top of him, her nails grazing his skin as she tore open his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest.
"Mmm… now that's a fine body."
Her fingers trailed down, tracing the ridges of his abs with appreciation.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, her hand slid lower—brushing against the hardened bulge beneath his clothing.
Claude let out a low grunt.
Lilac's smirk deepened. "And such a big one, too." She gripped him lightly, stroking at an agonizingly slow pace.
"This is going to be a very fun night."