"Do you want me to put it in my mouth?"
"Yes… why don't you just do that?"
With that said, she leaned forward, hand resting on his thigh, and opened her mouth.
Every motion felt deliberate, controlled. He could tell she noticed how assured he was, even if her mouth wasn't exactly… adequate for his massive dick size.
He could already see the size of her huge tits, hanging so big and huge that he could always drool as he wanted to just stuff it into his mouth and drink it dry.
'Ahh fuckk....she wants to suck my cock...its been quite a while since I had a nice blowjob...come on...get on with it' He thundered inwardly.
Then—
bang! Bang! Bang!
The loud knocks on the door froze them. Kyle and the girl paused, startled, glancing toward the sound. He frowned, alert, and asked,
"Who's there?"
A voice came from the door, formal and sharp. "Your Highness, His Royal Majesty, the king, requests your presence."
Kyle frowned. "His Royal Majesty?"
The thought dragged him back. In this world, both of his parents were gone—lost in chaos long before he could understand it. His father's friends had guided the transition, but his stepbrother was the king now. Always an asshole, always favored, always better at magic—even when Kyle had been younger and arguably more talented. The throne had slipped to him naturally, without preparation, without question. Kyle had never had a chance.
"What the hell could they want now?" he muttered.
He paused, glancing back at the girl at his side. She gave him a sly smile, mischievous and bold, eyes glinting like she knew exactly the effect she had on him. Kyle shook his head, trying to focus. The girl pressed closer, a whisper of warmth and allure brushing against him. He gave a small, reluctant nod and muttered, "I'll be right back."
Kyle straightened, adjusted his clothes, and made his way to the throne room. The chamber was vast, opulent, every surface glinting with gold and polished marble. Seated in the center was the king, imposing and rigid in his posture. To his left, a striking woman—tall, elegant, with sharp features that could slice through a room with a glance. Her gaze followed Kyle like a predator assessing prey. On the right sat another woman, regal in presence, radiating a cold, magnetic beauty. She was the stepbrother's wife, the queen, poised and untouchable, a constant reminder of the life Kyle had been thrust into.
Kyle stepped forward, careful and measured. "You summoned me?" he asked, his voice steady, though a flicker of tension ran beneath it.
Kyle's stepbrother stared him down, and Kyle felt a sudden weight in his chest. "I have… something important to tell you," his stepbrother began.
"I'm listening," Kyle said cautiously.
- - -
There was a pause. Long enough to make Kyle's patience fray. Finally, his stepbrother added.
"You're going to marry her."
Kyle whirled around, incredulous. "You want me to marry a thousand-year-old hag?…it'd literally feel like its too much to call a granny!"
"That thousand-year-old has requested you," his stepbrother replied evenly.
"There's nothing we can do. It's tradition."
Kyle's chest tightened. "I'm the… the prince. Why does it have to be me?"
"Because I had the chance to sacrifice, and I decided to handle it myself."
Kyle shook his head in disbelief. "No. No way. There's no way I'm doing this. Absolutely not."
But deep down, he knew better. His stepbrother's words weren't idle threats.
The demon queen—a being far stronger than anything anyone could comprehend—would see refusal as an assault. If they rejected her, the demon tribe would bring nothing but total annihilation upon their sovereign.
It was already decided. Just like in the novels he remembered, the entire course of fate was about to be rewritten.
Kyle's fists clenched as he walked back to his room, muttering under his breath.
"No. No way this is real. No way I'm going to… there's nothing real here. I need proof. I need to be sure this system is real."
And then it hit him. The system interface that had appeared before, offering him a choice: conquer SSS-ranked entities and gain true power. That was why he'd been sent here. It had to be a system, guiding him, giving him a path to strength.
He considered it carefully. In this world, he already had power—not unmatched, but enough that even the best trainers his father had employed had praised him as a prodigy. Magic came naturally to him. But the system promised something more. Conquer SSS-ranked MILFs and snatch them from their partners and gain power.
A sly grin crept across Kyle's face.
"I have enough. A rival with a hot wife and a step-mother, too, who belongs to this character rather than me… he doesn't even know who he's messing with. She's… mine for the taking. I'll take them both. That's right. I'll change my fate. I'll make sure that marriage… never happens."
He paused, weighing his next move. The system's rules were clear: conquer, steal, claim. If he tested it, started with an SSS-ranked entity in his room… well, it would show him how strong he really could become. A thrill ran through him.
'Well…since I just need to conquer MILFs…then why don't I start with this MILF maid who's still in my room?...huh?...hmm…that isn't a bad idea at all…hehe…'
Kyle's grin widened.
"No… that's not a bad idea at all."
He muttered to himself as he strode toward his room, every step heavy with frustration and disbelief.
Tomorrow, he was already bound to be handed over to the Demon Queen. There was no time to waste—every second counted, and he had to act before his fate was sealed.
And so he hurried, back to the nude maid.
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