A young man was on his way to make a food delivery, driving around Central City using the restaurant’s car. Though he wasn’t exactly a delivery man nor an employee of the restaurant, he was, in fact, the son of the owner.
It may seem nice for a busy college student to help with his family business during his vacation. However, that wasn’t all there was to it. He wasn’t doing it for his allowance either, but rather for a secret pleasure he had been intoxicated by even before he started college.
Of course, it wasn’t about drugs—he knew better not to get involved with that. And it wasn’t anything illegal either, since he would only do it if the other party agreed and gave their consent. Or, in his words, invited him in.
It all started when he got his driver’s license and took a delivery job for the restaurant—when he brought food to an apartnt of a woman living alone and ended up getting laid and eaten together with the al he delivered.
He was tall and handso, and in his belief, he was packing sothing big. That’s why he thought the won he delivered food to couldn’t resist him.
Since then, he began profiling the won who ordered food from their restaurant, selecting the ones he liked and working his way into their hearts until he got invited in again—to be eaten along with the food he delivered.
Luckily for him, the custor he was delivering to today was number one on his preference list.
He had seen her on the local news—a beautiful young woman, 22 years old, who, even while still in college, was already a successful entrepreneur in the fashion industry. She had appeared in a popular fashion magazine, not as a model, but as one of the company’s icons. Though her beauty rivaled even the brand’s top models.
She only ordered food once a month, and this was his chance to charm her and get invited in.
—Ding-dong!—
"Delivery! It’s the food you ordered!"
He rang the intercom and greeted her with a charming smile in front of the cara.
Usually, a delivery man wouldn’t get past the guards or the lobby of a luxury apartnt. But he had spent almost a year getting close to the guards and staff, and thanks to the restaurant’s good reputation, he was given permission to deliver food right to her doorstep.
The door opened, and the queen finally appeared.
Her short pinkish-blonde hair matched perfectly with her beautiful mature face and fair white skin. Even though she wore an oversized black shirt that hid the hourglass curves of her body, her large breasts were impossible not to notice. Her outfit might seem ordinary for soone working in the fashion industry, but it wouldn’t fail to entice any man. After all, it gave her the appearance of a woman wearing nothing but her lover’s shirt. A fantasy every man desire.
That sight alone made him excited and aroused, his rod bulging through his pants—only for it to shrink down when fear struck him upon seeing what stood behind the beautiful queen:
Three nacing-looking beasts, each even taller than him. Though they looked a bit ridiculous in their primary-colored shirts of red, blue, and yellow, their murderous glares said otherwise. They looked ready to eat him alive—not in the way he wanted—if he dared make a move on their queen.
"Umm... the food, please."
"Ehh?... Yes... Thank you for your purchase..." the delivery man stamred as he handed over the food Nubia had ordered before hastily leaving.
When Nubia closed the door, her three nacing beasts finally reverted from their threatening deanor back to their laid-back personalities.
"That guy’s half a pervert—" Marc said, followed by Kris’s remark.
"—And half a masochist. A completely masochistic pervert."
"So don’t order from that restaurant again, Nubia-senpai," Jeff added as he took the bags of food from Nubia, holding her hands in the process while looking at her with a gentle smile.
"The restaurant is trustworthy and the food tastes great. Cutting off business with them would be a sha."
"Your safety is more important, especially since you’re living alone."
Though she was overjoyed knowing Jeff cared and worried for her, that sa happiness made Nubia awkwardly avert her gaze, trying to restrain her feelings and lustful desire for him—along with the guilt from their intimacy at the Porurc Won’s Gym.
The interaction between Nubia and Jeff didn’t escape Kris and Marc’s notice. Upon exchanging looks, one shared thought ca to their minds:
Those two have already done it, probably.
Back in the living room, the perverted trio—Jeff, Kris, and Marc—sat on the floor with their food on the low table in front of them, while Nubia sat on the couch.
Considering their title and Nubia’s beauty—worthy of being called a queen—there was no way Jeff, Kris, and Marc could not get aroused seeing her wearing an oversized black shirt that hid her mini shorts, as if she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.
Their erections bulging through their pants were impossible to hide—especially from Nubia, who could clearly see and knew exactly what was on their minds.
Nubia herself understood what their situation looked like, and probably what the delivery man was thinking upon seeing them.
One beautiful, alluring woman and three large muscular n inside a luxury apartnt—it scread a plot straight out of a porn movie.
And if Jeff, Kris, and Marc actually wanted to do it, Nubia would be helpless yet satisfied in bed. But if they ever did, they’d better be ready for the consequences—since Nubia had enough wealth and influence to ruin their lives.
They’re my underlings for as long as I wish, Nubia thought, sneering as she crossed her legs—exposing her slender thighs—and crossed her arms under her breasts.
Her glare terrified Kris and Marc, who awkwardly looked away, as if denying their lewd thoughts about her. But not Jeff. He t her glare with a gentle smile, which made Nubia blush and avert her gaze again, flustered.
They totally did it, Kris and Marc thought upon seeing her reaction.
"Before we get down to business, let ask this first," Nubia said, breaking the awkward silence as she tried to regain her dominance.
"I was expecting you to bring Jess. So why are you with these two Harem Lords, Jeff?"
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