The gallery felt around his wives felt suddenly smaller the mont Aiden reappeared form his intense ah trainging sessions.
One second the air had been calm, filled with the distant roar of the crowd and the tallic clang of weapons below. The next—
Whoosh.
Aiden materialized right in front of his sprawled-out harem like he'd never left.
His arms were already looped possessively around Selvara and Nyxion's waists. Luna—tiny, flushed, starry-eyed Luna—was plastered to his front, arms locked around his neck, legs dangling as though she never intended to let go again.
All three won were panting like they'd sprinted up ten flights of stairs.
Cheeks crimson. Hair mussed. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy in that very particular post-O way.
Aiden, anwhile, looked like he'd just stepped out of a refreshing shower.
Hair perfect. Shirt barely wrinkled. That signature smug 'cat-that-ate-the-cream-and-then-fucked-the-cream's-entire-family' grin plastered across his stupidly handso face.
Venya was the first to break the stunned silence.
"My Lord is back~" she sang, clapping her hands like a schoolgirl at a festival stall. "And he brought souvenirs! Freshly fucked wives, extra shiny!"
Ela's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"D-did you all just…?"
She couldn't finish.
She didn't need to.
The evidence was literally draped over Aiden like living blankets.
Liana leaned sideways, smirking like the devil's favorite niece. "They're shaless. Look at them. Selvara's legs are still shaking. They look like they ran a marathon… backwards."
Nayla licked her lower lip slowly, voice dropping into bedroom territory. "Mmm. I want to look that wrecked too."
Valeforia crossed her legs. "Sa thought exactly."
"Va-chan!" Xylendra squeaked, covering her burning cheeks with both hands. "Don't just say it out loud!"
"What? You were thinking it too. Don't act innocent now, my dear Onee-Chan."
"S-shut up!"
Arisha and Vegia exchanged one mortified glance and imdiately found the cloud patterns extrely interesting.
Lysandra folded her arms, glaring daggers. "Aiden… you absolute pervert."
Zerra tilted her head dreamily. "Yeah… my hero really is a pervert."
Aiden finally moved.
With exaggerated gentleness he eased Selvara and Nyxion down onto the concrete sit on either side of him, then tugged Luna onto his lap so she could nestle against his chest like a contented kitten. All three imdiately burrowed closer—heads on shoulders, cheek against pecs, soft sighs escaping.
He looked straight at Lysandra and crooked a finger.
"Ly, co on. Don't be jealous." His voice dipped into velvet mockery. "I promise I'll take you too. Thoroughly."
Lysandra's ears went scarlet. "I-I'm not jealous!"
Thristle bounced in her seat, both hands raised like an eager student. "My King! too! too!"
Aiden leaned back, arms spread along the backrest, looking every inch the lazy conquering monarch.
"Yeah… I'll bend every single one of you over a desk later. Don't worry. I've got a very long appointnt list."
"YES!!" ca the simultaneous shriek from Thristle, Zerra, Valeforia, Venya, and Nayla.
The sheer volu made Mira—who had been calmly comntating the duel below—pause mid-sentence and glance up toward Aiden's wives with a raised brow.
Before anyone could recover—
"Liana…"
A familiar voice cut through the chaos.
Everyone turned.
Ethan (Kee) stood at their right, one hand raised in a casual wave, smiling that gentle, disarming smile of his.
Liana lit up instantly. "Ethan!" She patted the empty seat beside her. "Co here, sit!"
He walked over, nodding politely to the others.
Nayla imdiately leaned forward, eyes doing a very obvious top-to-bottom scan.
"Ohhh… you're even more handso up close," she purred, voice dripping honey and sin.
Ethan blinked once. "Thanks."
Aiden's head turned slowly. Dangerously.
"Nayla…" he warned, low and lazy. "Careful."
Nayla batted innocent lashes. "Oh dear. You jealous of a kid?"
The temperature around them dropped ten degrees.
Aiden twisted in his seat.
One large hand shot out, fingers clamping gently but firmly around Nayla's cheeks, squishing them until her lips puckered like a fish.
He yanked her forward until their noses almost touched.
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[DEMONIC VOICE APPEAL AND AURA ACTIVATED]
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Black fog erupted from his shoulders like ink in water.
His eyes flared crimson-black.
Voice dropped three octaves—deep, molten, terrifyingly hot.
"Nayla."
Each syllable landed like a physical weight.
"You belong to . Every teasing little word. Every sway of your hips. Every flutter of those lashes. Your body. Your mouth. Your orgasms. All of it. Is. Mine."
Nayla's teasing smirk vanished.
Her pupils blew wide.
Breath hitched.
Then hitched again—sharper.
Behind them, Ela, Liana, and Ethan froze like prey animals.
Liana squeaked and dove sideways, burying her face in Ethan's chest, arms wrapping around him like a vice. Her very generous chest squished against him as she tried to disappear into his shirt.
Ethan and Ela stared with identical expressions of pure, primal terror. Sweat beaded on their temples.
Nayla's back arched violently and a choked moan tore from her throat. Her thighs clamped together and a visible shudder ran through her.
And then—soft, wet sound.
She ca.
Hard.
Just from his voice and grip.
A second later, every single one of Aiden's wives made the exact sa tiny, helpless whimper. Thighs pressed together. Panties ruined in unison.
"H-husband…" Nayla gasped, voice wrecked. "Mmm… y-yes… always… oh gods you're so—hot—"
Aiden's glowing gaze flicked sideways.
Toward Ethan.
"Boy."
The word was a blade.
"If you ever dare to flirt with my won… you won't see daylight. You hear ?"
Ethan nodded so fast his head was basically a blur. "Y-yessir."
Aiden turned back to Nayla.
Then claid her mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss—tongue plunging deep, owning every inch.
Nayla lted into it instantly, kissing back with desperate hunger. Saliva mixing with saliva.
Ela slapped both hands over her face. "I can't—I can't watch this—"
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[DEMONIC VOICE APPEAL AND AURA NEUTRALISED]
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The black fog vanished from around him.
The oppressive aura lifted of him.
Aiden broke the kiss with a wet pop.
Nayla collapsed backward against the bench like a marionette with cut strings—legs splayed, chest heaving, eyes unfocused, completely destroyed.
Right then—
Clap clap clap clap—
The crowd below exploded into applause.
Elowen's voice rang out cheerfully.
"And the winner of this bout—Lord Cassian Veyre!"
Mira followed smoothly. "Next match: Ethan Leilive versus Flora Dawnveil!"
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END OF CHAPTER : 279 : THE KING'S RETURN!
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