(Asher’s POV)
Gasps filled the room as I tore Nyxa’s dress apart, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
Her eyes widened as she glanced at me, her breath hitching when I reached for her last piece of clothing with a smirk.
Getting intimate with a queen, right in front of her followers, would be thrilling. But no.
Not yet.
The crowd wasn’t that appealing. I needed more people.
I would play her own game to bring her down.
Trailing a finger along her stomach, I slowly moved upward to her chest, then leaned into her left ear. "I want you again in the third match tomorrow morning," I whispered.
Her body tensed—maybe from my hot breath deliberately teasing her skin, or from my fingers tracing slow circles over her. Either way, her SF level was rising. This bitch of a guardian...
"Unlike our previous blowjob matches, I want the final round to be a sex competition. Whoever surrenders first loses. Just the two of us—you and me." My voice was low, husky, and deep, letting the words sink in.
She swallowed hard. "And why would I agree to something so foolish?" she retorted, attempting to sound firm. But I could already tell—she was crumbling.
I slowly licked the tip of her cat ears before sucking the whole thing into my mouth, lubricating it with my saliva.
She yelped, letting out an untimed moan.
"You will come," I murmured seductively. "Aren’t you curious to see who would go down first? Me, a teenage boy... or you, an adult, a queen, and the most beautiful woman in this kingdom?"
Her face flushed a deep red with blush, her tail flicking side to side in excitement.
I knew she was the explorer type who wouldn’t hesitate going to any lengths to discover new heights of entertainment. And she was ambitious too, hating to lose. So there was no way she’d not agree to my offer.
Honestly, if I wanted, I could have taken the woman l came for, the necklace, and my servants and escaped through teleportation. But that would be stealing. And I had no intention of putting my own kingdom in danger.
I needed to do this legally.
"So, what do you say, Your Highness?" I asked, shoving my hand under her bra, squeezing her firm globes.
Another moan escaped her lips.
"O-Okay, brat! I—I’ll be there. First thing in the morning. We’re having our final match!" she stuttered.
I smirked, standing up. "Alright, Your Highness. I’ll take your word for that."
Turning to the crowd, I raised my hands in a godly pose.
"Listen, everyone! I know you pervy old rags will be at the coliseum tomorrow morning. The Queen and I will have a sex match—whoever surrenders first loses. So, look forward to it!"
The room erupted into excited cheers.
These perverts...
Then, I glanced at the woman—the one I had come here to rescue. She was still naked with a wary expression on her face.
Sighing, I pulled off my coat and tossed it to her. "Cover up."
She hesitated, understandably. I was just some teenage boy who appeared out of nowhere and punched the queen in front of everyone.
"Don’t worry, ma’am," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a small picture. "Your daughter, Mabel, sent me to rescue you."
Her eyes welled up with tears as she took the picture with trembling hands. She smiled, her beauty shining through the exhaustion.
But then, l felt a sharp pain explode in the back of my head.
That bastard—the King of Gasita—had hit me with a metal object.
I turned in fury.
"Get your filthy hands off my wife, boy!" he shouted.
I scoffed. "The same wife you sold into slavery so you could indulge yourself with other women?"
"That’s none of your damn business! But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife! The mother of my child!"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. You’re a piece of shit."
Then, without warning, I slammed my foot into his face, knocking him to the ground.
Grabbing Miriam’s wrist, I pulled her toward Rin and Tama.
With that, I activated a teleportation circle, briefly passing through the demon realm before bringing us back to our room.
Once we arrived, Mabel’s mother darted her eyes around, visibly shaken.
I reached out a hand. "I’m Asher, ma’am."
She hesitated before shaking it. "I’m Miriam."
"Nice to meet you, Miriam. If you want to freshen up, the bathroom’s free. You can share the bed with the girls—I’ll take the floor."
She nodded before heading to the bathroom.
The Next Morning
BANG! BANG!
Loud knocks pounded on my door.
Groggily, I got up, rubbing my eyes. The girls were still asleep, and I was exhausted—I had barely gotten three hours of rest.
Opening the door lazily, I came face to face with a familiar blonde.
I grinned. "Hey, blondie."
She groaned, clearly annoyed. "You cunning little bastard! You went ahead and did it! You caused a damn scene in Lustoria and—"
She clenched her fists. "And how the hell did you steal my keys?!"
I chuckled. "Oh, don’t worry about that. I had fun yesterday."
Her comrades— the other Grimfangs who had been standing silently behind her, finally spoke up.
"So, when are you showing us your dick, mister?" one of them teased, smirking.
I laughed. "Oh, that? Well... you can see it today during my match against the Queen."
"No!" another one whined. "We want to see it alone, in a secluded area. Just us. There’s something we want to... experiment on." She winked, and they all giggled—except for Blondie, who was fuming.
"You’re an idiot!" she snapped, gritting her teeth. "Now, hurry up! The match is about to start, and the spectators have been waiting forever!"
"Alright, Blondie, I’ll be there in a jiff."
"My name is NOT Blondie!!" she barked.
I shrugged. "You never told me your name."
She huffed and stormed off without telling me her name, the others waving to me before following behind her.
I sighed and closed my door. I didn’t bother waking the others up. Instead, I slipped on my shoes, retrieved my potion—Cougar’s Heat—from my item box, and downed it in one gulp.
Now, I was ready for today’s match.
That bitch had no idea what was coming for her.
I’d savor her defeat very well.