Silas stared at the bright yellow smiley-face emoji sitting on his screen.

His brain immediately flagged the entire interaction as a hostile corporate trap.

’It has to be... Either it’s that or she’s pranking me, maybe Maya took her phone and they’re trying to mess with me?’ Silas thought.

The City Lord’s daughter did not use smiley emojis. He really couldn’t imagine that Emo girl using them at all...

Another message popped up on the screen.

[Elora]: If you are heading back into the Sovereign Realm tonight, do you want to team up? I would really like to work closely with a capable classmate.

Silas let out a slow exhausted breath.

He instantly deciphered the exact political angle she was playing.

The formal, corporate Country-level Sponsorship pitch had completely failed at the cafe... Silas had brutally dismantled the contract in front of the others and completely rejected her father’s bureaucratic leash.

Because the direct political approach had failed, Elora was rapidly pivoting her strategy.

She wanted to create a localized alliance based on fake camaraderie and artificial intimacy to slowly drag him into her sphere of influence.

It was a textbook honey-trap.

[Silas]: Don’t you already have a team? You have Jaxon and Maya.

[Elora]: There is always room for one more... Especially someone with your specific talents. We could secure a very profitable border together.

’YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY TALENTS ARE!’ Silas shouted in his head, why were all these women trying to butter him up?

He shut the entire operation down instantly.

[Silas]: Not interested. I work alone... I’m heading back into the Realm now.

He watched the screen, waiting for her to snap or break character.

[Elora]: I understand. Good luck out there, Silas.

’She didn’t even call me Graves?’

Silas locked the screen completely.

He dropped the phone casually onto the polished wooden nightstand next to his bed.

"I better go now... but first..."

Silas grabbed the collar of his black shirt and took a brief whiff of his own shoulder.

He smelled strongly of the rainy Valoria City streets, cheap street-vendor garlic and the lingering sweat.

"Nah," Silas muttered aloud, shaking his head. "I really have to take a bath before I drop back in."

He walked away from the bed and stepped directly into the sprawling white-marble master bathroom connected to his suite.

He stripped off his black tactical shirt and heavy trousers, tossing the garments carelessly into a pile on the floor.

"Thankfully the Citadel has a bathroom now." Silas said, though he had barely explored it... He was planning to bath with Eluned tonight. "But a quick one to get rid of the sweat isn’t bad."

He stepped directly into the massive, glass-enclosed walk-in shower and he turned the heavy chrome dial all the way to the maximum heat setting.

PSSSSSS!

Scalding pressurized water instantly blasted down from the wide rainfall showerhead.

The massive stream hit his broad shoulders and immediately generated a thick billowing cloud of heavy white steam that rapidly filled the entire enclosure.

Silas stood perfectly still under the rushing water.

"Haaah~"

He let the scalding heat wash over his skin, scrubbing the grime and the pollution of the city off his body.

He closed his eyes, relishing the luxury of the modern plumbing.

It was a massive contrast to the freezing blood-soaked reality of the Umbral Basin.

"That settles it... I need to make more places in the territory." Silas muttered.

He opened his eyes and looked straight down at his own torso through the heavy steam.

"Woah... I... I’m more jacked than before." Silas said as he looked down, he kept in shape naturally before awakening and did exercise naturally so he was athletic but this... "I almost look like I’m pumping steroids."

He ran his calloused hand firmly down his chest, dragging his fingers over his own eight-pack.

’An eight pack too? Is this real?’ Silas thought, now he could see why these women were throwing themselves at him.

He would throw himself at him too!

He fondled the dense perfectly sculpted eight-pack of muscle lining his stomach.

"Ehehehehe~ I’m definitely not a pervert, just checking..."

Silas pressed his fingertips directly into the heavy obliques wrapping around his ribs.

The muscle fibers didn’t yield as they felt like carved solid plates of reinforced granite hidden directly beneath his skin.

He flexed his core slightly and the muscles tightened into an absolutely impenetrable bulletproof wall of armor.

’It’s so strange how life changes so suddenly...’

Just a few short weeks ago, he had been an above average slum kid.

He had hauled heavy, rusted scrap metal for twelve hours a day just to afford a single, pathetic bowl of synthetic nutrient paste but right now... He was much more than that and Silas was glad for it.

Silas turned the heavy chrome dial, shutting the rushing water off entirely.

He stepped out of the glass enclosure, completely ignoring the plush white towels resting on the heated silver rack as he simply pulsed his internal Sovereign mana for exactly half a second.

A wave of heat rolled over his skin, instantly flashing the lingering water droplets into harmless steam.

He was completely dry.

’And that’s a lifehack...’

He walked back into the massive master bedroom and he picked up a fresh set of the newly upgraded, Tier 2 Auto-Fitting tactical wear he had just evolved.

He bought an extra set for himself among all of them. Silas simply pulled the long-sleeved black canvas shirt over his head.

The enchanted fabric immediately, flawlessly shrunk to hug the exact massive dimensions of his broad shoulders and heavy chest.

He pulled the dark reinforced leather trousers on, buckling the heavy belt securely around his waist.

’I have everything now...’

He focused his mind, pulling up the glowing blue Sovereign Interface directly into his eyes.

[Descent!]

[Target Coordinate: The Blessed Land - Keep Master Bedroom]

Silas mentally tapped the glowing blue rune.

The protected luxury of the Silverleaf apartment instantly vanished as the physical world violently shuttered.

The walls, the floor, and the ceiling melted rapidly away into pitch-black nothingness.

Silas felt the familiar, weightless, entirely disorienting sensation of dimensional transit.

The cosmic tethers of the central system grabbed firmly onto his soul.

They violently dragged his physical body entirely across the boundaries of reality, pulling him forcefully back into the brutal ash-choked atmosphere of the Umbral Basin.

A glowing text box materialized brightly in the endless darkness.

[Lord Silas Graves. Welcome back to the Sovereign Realm.]

The black void completely shattered and replaced by harsh physical reality. Silas’s heavy combat boots hit the solid, rough-hewn stone floorboards of his Keep.

He didn’t stumble as instead he instantly dropped his center of gravity two inches with his right hand naturally dropping to rest heavily on where the hilt of his sword would be...

His combat instincts were entirely prepared to draw blood if the customized anchor point had somehow dropped him into the middle of an active perimeter breach.

He opened his eyes.

He wasn’t standing in the muddy courtyard as he had spawned exactly where he requested but the room was not silent.

Silas immediately froze.

He expected silence in his private restricted quarters. Instead, he heard breathing echoing off the stone walls and it wasn’t Eluned.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

Silas slowly turned his head toward the massive oak bed dominating the center of the room.

Kaelia was completely naked.

Her pristine white chef’s apron was completely discarded, tossed carelessly onto the stone floor near her boots as she was tangled entirely in his dark bedsheets.

"Mmmmh~ Amazing~!"

Her pale and incredibly soft slender legs were spread wide open across his mattress.

Kaelia’s knees were bent, trembling violently with severe muscle tension.

She had the heavy dark fabric of his personal pillowcase crushed tightly against her flushed face as she was actively inhaling his lingering masculine scent like a starving addict breathing oxygen.

Her slender fingers were working furiously deep between her own slick thighs.

Her other hand was completely occupied, aggressively fondling her own full, soft breasts.

She pinched and rolled her sensitive nipples between her thumb and forefinger until the soft skin was flushed a bright painful shade of red.

"Haah~ Haah~" Kaelia moaned incredibly loudly.

Her voice was completely devoid of her usual shy and submissive culinary demeanor.

She sounded completely lost in a blinding, overwhelming wave of pure lust.

’Wow... Is this her?’

She began frantically apologizing to the empty room between her gasps as she thrusted into herself harder.

"I’m so sorry my Lord...~! a simple chef is doing this in her Lord’s immaculate bedroom~ So hot~" Kaelia gasped out.

Her hips violently bucked up off the heavy mattress, grinding her wet clit aggressively against her own rapid fingers.

SQUELCH!

"I’m completely defiling his sheets~" Kaelia whimpered with tears of pleasure welling up in the corners of her tightly shut eyes. "I’m a dirty... disobedient~ Mmmm~ anffff filthy servant~ I completely deserve to be punished for this..."

Silas stood still near the teleportation anchor point.

He crossed his massive arms over his chest.

’I didn’t expect Kaelia to be like this...’ Silas thought, in situations like these, it was always the timid ones that were the most kinkiest.

Kaelia’s hips snapped faster.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

The wet sounds echoed incredibly loudly off the cold stone walls of the Keep, completely filling the room.

"Yes~ My Looooord~ punish me~ please do~ I beg of youuuu~" Kaelia moaned out loud, entirely losing herself to the vivid hallucination playing in her mind.

She dragged the heavy pillowcase down, exposing her flushed sweating face to the ceiling.

"Punish me with your big dick~ I need it in me badly~" Kaelia begged the empty air. "Yessssss~ Rough my insides up completely~ pound me until I can no longer feel myself down there... breed me... make me a mother five times over~! Mmmm~ Ten times if you want~! I’ll even go fifteennnnn~"

She arched her spine violently off the bed as her toes curled rigidly into the heavy mattress.

"Haaaaaaaanghhhhhh~"

Kaelia completely let go of everything.

A geyser of clear fluid erupted forcefully from her twitching insides.

The hot liquid completely soaked the dark bedsheets and splashed aggressively against the heavy stone wall directly behind the headboard.

She collapsed entirely back onto the ruined mattress with her chest heaved violently as she took deep breaths of the cold air.

"Haah Haah~"

Her mind drifted hazily as the intense aftershocks continued to roll violently through her trembling thighs.

She stared blindly up at the wooden rafters of the ceiling.

’I did this.... I really did this... I’m such an idiot, I’m such a whore... I couldn’t control myself.’ She thought, all she could think about then and even now was her Lord. ’I was just so... I was just so horny...’

All the other girls were deeply envious of the fact that she had won... and after Eluned complained, even Brida had loudly stated in the crowded barracks that the very first thing she would personally do if she ever got granted access to the Lord’s private chambers was rub her own scent all over his bedsheets to mark her territory.

’S-so that’s what I did... I marked my Lord’s territory with my fluids. I’m a big idiot! Why did I let her influence me?’

Kaelia had been terribly nervous when she walked in here since all she wanted to do was to sleep but she had looked at the bed.

She had tried it.

Smelling her Lord’s masculine intoxicating scent clinging tightly to the dark fabric was overwhelmingly stimulating.

She had harbored a massive crippling crush on him ever since that very first day in the dirt.

Ever since he reached out and firmly, gently held her small hands to tell her that she was a Chef and all he needed...

She had fallen like most of the other girls.

Silas was everything she wanted in a dominant and utterly terrifying man.

Like most of the girls actively fighting for his attention, she absolutely wouldn’t mind if he threw her on a bed and gave her his babies.

In fact, she was thoroughly happy to be of use in any capacity he demanded.

’I can only cook... I can’t fight, maybe our children will be able to fight... Regardless I’m an idiot and I need to clean up.’

Kaelia let out a soft satisfied sigh.

Her heart rate slowly began to drop back to a normal rhythm as she lazily shrugged her bare, sweat-slicked shoulders against the damp sheets and slowly turned her head to the right to look toward the door.

She saw him...

Kaelia stiffened immediately.

She blinked once and she blinked twice.

Her Lord was standing exactly ten feet away from the edge of the bed.

He had his muscular arms crossed over his dark shirt as he was staring directly at her.

"Huh..."

Was it a vivid lingering dream from her climax? Was she hallucinating his presence?

Silas tilted his head slightly to the side, maintaining deadpan eye contact with the naked woman resting in a puddle of her own fluids.

"Did you enjoy touching yourself to me, Kaelia?" Silas asked.

Her face became an agonizing blinding shade of red.

The heat radiating from her skin felt hot enough to spontaneously combust the mattress.

All her coherent, logical thoughts completely shattered into panic.

’T-th-th-th... Kill me now! GODS ABOVE, KILL ME NOW!’

[Author’s Note]

Hehe~ Why don’t you gift a castle or two to reward me for all this work? 🤧