"Don’t you want to co with ?" I asked, still catching my breath.
"Fufufu... What, are you going to be lonely without ?" she teased.
"Well, I want to have that sexy body with all the ti, so yeah..." I admitted, not even bothering to hide it.
My desire for her was pure lust. Nothing else. Impure, selfish, but honest.
"As much s I’d like that too, I can’t," she said, her tone softening. "I still have to carry out my duty as the current leader of the demon servants."
She leaned in closer, resting her head gently against my chest as she spoke.
"I wish I wasn’t burdened with this responsibility. But the demon servants wouldn’t prosper without a respectable leader. I can’t just throw everything away and live for myself. You understand, don’t you?"
I stayed quiet for a mont, then nodded. Yeah, I understood. We weren’t so different. I was tied down by responsibilities too—enough that walking away was never an option.
"I understand," I said simply.
"Fufufu, you don’t have to worry," she whispered with a smile. "My body and soul already belong to you. Just visit from ti to ti... and give a good fucking."
"I will," I promised.
There was no way I could ever forget her. Not her touch and not her body. Forgetting her would be impossible.
"If I had the ti, I would visit you myself," she said, her tone calm yet carrying a kind of softness that felt almost foreign coming from her. "But for now, why don’t I lend you so of my servants? They don’t have any experience in matters of sex, nor in servicing n, since that part of life has never touched them, but don’t let that fool you. They are still very capable won as they are very sharp, skilled, and disciplined. I have confidence they’d be able to help you in countless ways, in whatever endeavor you decide to pursue."
"You an... the won who massaged earlier?" I asked, my mind instantly flashing back to the warmth of their hands and the way they carried themselves.
"Yes," she answered, a small, knowing smile playing at her lips. "They are very capable girls. And I’m certain they would gladly serve you, Lord Leon. Their loyalty is genuine, and their desire to be of use is unwavering. And besides," she continued, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, "Amon will be able to guide them. She has grown into her role well, hasn’t she? She’s beco truly capable of serving you."
I didn’t know how to respond right away. My thoughts tangled together. On one hand, her words sounded like an outright gift—she was literally offering girls to serve as mine. On the other hand, I couldn’t ignore the unease gnawing at . I wanted a large harem—no, I wanted the largest one possible. That was no secret. The more won who stood by , the stronger I beca. That much I knew. But forcing anyone into it, dragging them along unwillingly, that was sothing I couldn’t accept.
As if she had read the hesitation in my face, Mammon leaned slightly closer. "You don’t need to worry," she said smoothly. "They volunteered themselves. They chose you."
My eyes widened at that. "And what exactly did I do to make them do that? What kind of requirent did I even pass for them to offer themselves up like this?"
Her voice dropped slightly, her smile turning sly. "They are drawn to n with power," she said. "That is how we are wired. We are attracted to those who hold strength, to those who have the ability to stand above. And that... is you."
I let her words sink in. So, that was the mindset they held. To them, their servitude wasn’t forced. It was natural. It was a result of their instincts pulling them toward soone they saw as powerful. That’s why they decided to serve .
"Would you accept them, Lord Leon?" she asked, her voice laced with an almost playful edge, though her gaze was sharp, studying closely.
"Well," I finally said, eting her eyes, "since you’re giving them to , why not?"
"Fufufufu..." she chuckled, her laughter low and feminine. "Then please, take care of them." She leaned in closer, her face brushing against mine as her breath tickled my skin. "And also... although I don’t really need to say this anymore, since she already knows how the world works and understands what it ans to serve you, please... take care of Amon as well."
"I will," I replied without hesitation.
Amon was my woman. It was natural for to take care of her. That was a given. That was sothing that didn’t even need to be questioned.
"Thank you..." she whispered, her words carrying a warmth that felt almost disarming.
And then, without warning, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. Her kiss was soft yet demanding, and before I could even stop myself, I leaned into it, deepening it, and just like that—I couldn’t help but go for another round.
***
Later, Amon took it upon herself to show around. She led through the paths and corners of the place, pointing out small details and old spots that held pieces of her past. As she spoke, I could almost picture a younger version of her running through these very grounds, long before she had ever been captured by slavers.
She pointed at a wall, then a courtyard, her voice calm but carrying a subtle excitent that was rare for her.
Watching her, I felt like I was seeing a completely new side of Amon.
"What’s funny, Master?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her expression still carrying that plain, unreadable calm she always had.
"Ah, no," I said, shaking my head with a small laugh. "I just find it funny... how enthusiastic you are about telling all this. It’s like you’ve gone back to being a child again."
In a way, maybe that’s exactly what it was. Amon wasn’t just telling random stories—she was letting glimpse her childhood, a part of her life she had never shared with before. Amon had never told much about herself, especially about the ti before she was captured. And now, here she was, finally opening up, showing the pieces of herself she had locked away.
And honestly, hearing it, seeing her like this, made happy.
"Thank you for telling all of this, Amon," I said, my voice softer than usual.
Her eyes flickered, just for a mont, and she nodded.
And with that, the remaining days on the demon continent slipped away, passing faster than I expected. Before I knew it, it was ti for us to return to the Kingdom of Milham.
***
The new academic year began. Our third year had arrived.
The opening ceremony was held, and as expected, Myrcella—still holding her position as president—stood proudly at the podium, addressing everyone with her voice ringing across the hall.
I watched her intently, my eyes fixed on her with a quiet seriousness. She, in turn, looked right back at , her expression steady and unwavering.
Unlike the previous year, this ti there didn’t seem to be any troublemakers waiting to stir chaos. There was no one like Estelle among the new first-years. At least, not yet. And that alone was a relief.
Still, as I stood there, feeling the atmosphere of the new term settle in, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this year would hold sothing different. Sothing important.
It felt like... this would be another good year for all of us.
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