Chapter 625: Chapter 625- Enjoying Melissa & Boulevard’s Arrival

Seeing this, an irritated look appeared on Karl’s face.

"Working again huh? Dammit... Did she forget she has a husband?"

Muttering to himself, he staggered toward a cabinet and began opening drawers and rummaged through them noisily.

What was he doing?

Of course, he was searching... searching for money lying around.

Soon, his eyes lit up brightly.

"Good thing she is not around. Should I visit that place again?"

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The morning sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows of Reinhardt’s private office, casting a golden light across the polished oak floor.

Reinhardt sat on his high backed chair with a slight frown etched on his handsome face. In his hand were numerous letters.

Their senders were none other than commanders of the Seven Great Knight Orders.

The letters reported on troop readiness, logistical preparedness, and any sightings of demonic activity across borders.

Each parchment was a weight, a reminder of the looming war with the demonkind.

Reading the reports, Reinhardt couldn’t help but wonder. They were doing everything they could, but was it enough?

It was at this moment, the door to his office opened without a knock, and Melissa slipped in. She carried a tray with a steaming porcelain cup of black tea, his preferred morning brew.

As sharp and observant as she was, she quickly noticed the frown on his face.

"My lord, you’ve been scowling at those papers for over an hour. Is the news concerning".

She placed the tray on the corner of his desk, then stood beside him, her hip brushing the arm of his chair.

Reinhardt sighed, leaning back and pushing the letters aside.

"It’s the usual pre-war chaos. Logistics, shortages, and political squabbles among the commanders. Nothing... new. Nothing we can’t handle."

Although he made it sound as if it was no big deal, how could the war with the demons not be concerning?

As the person responsible for inciting humanity to stand against the demons once again, he bore the brunt of that pressure.

Melissa didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned closer, her perfume a light, floral scent with a hint of sexiness, wafting over him.

"Really? There’s nothing I can do for you?" As she said that, her gaze held a knowing, intimate light.

Reinhardt looked at her. Melissa was dressed in her usual assistant’s attire: a tailored jacket over a blouse, a mini skirt that hinted at the curves beneath.

But today, the jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the deep V of her cleavage where the blouse dipped. The skirt seemed shorter, or perhaps she stood in a way that drew attention to the smooth, toned thighs visible beneath it.

She looked as seductive as ever.

For the two of them, they have long become accustomed to casual touch and occasional obscene glimpses. It was something that happened in this office every day.

That is to say, it was a normal occurrence.

"Melissa" Reinhardt felt the touch of her thighs and her full buttocks. Melissa came before him. Her hand, warm and soft, came to rest on his shoulder.

"You carry the weight of the world in here," she whispered sweet nothings into his ears.

"Let me carry some of it for you."

Her touch was feather light stroke, but the gentle and sensual way they grabbed onto him sent a ripple of awareness straight down his spine.

He shook his head, a faint smile touching his lips despite his mood. "It’s not your burden."

"But making you happy is my pleasure," Melissa countered. Her other hand joined the first, now smoothing over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his formal shirt.

"And I can see you are not happy. Your mind is elsewhere. Let me... bring it back."

Her fingertips danced lower, tracing the buckle of his belt.

Reinhardt could feel it, the thing between his pants slowly awakening from Melissa’s calls.

With every touch and stroke, the reports, the forecasts, all of it faded until there was only Melissa in front of him.

She was like a magnet, irresistible and sensual.

By now, there was already a big bulge forming in front of his pants.

Melissa smiled with a triumphant look on her face.

"Really, there is nothing I can do?"

As she spoke, she pressed her chest just a few inches short of his face. Nevertheless, Reinhardt could still feel the feminine and milky scent of those twin peaks.

And then for a second, he saw what seemed like the dark pink shade of her areolas.

Of course, the scene and the scent were just a fleeting glimpse. Nevertheless, it sent a bolt of electricity across his body.

Then, with a deliberate, slow movement, Melissa knelt beside his chair. Her eyes locked with his, full of unspoken intent.

Her hands went to his trousers. She found the zipper, and with a soft, metallic sound, she pulled it down.

Reinhardt’s bulge became apparent, and the sheer size caused Melissa’s face to become flushed.

Inside the office, inside the solemnity of this space, the weight of the official duties was put down, and the two people inside slowly let themselves get enveloped in carnal desires.

Melissa did not stop there; she opened his trousers, pushing the fabric aside.

His erection, already half-formed from her proximity, sprang free. It was big, thick, and flushed against the cool air of the room.

Seeing his cock, Melissa’s eyes darkened with desire.

"There, this thing needs to release its pent up frustration too".

Reinhardt did not say anything and simply enjoyed her play.

Her hand wrapped around his cock. Her touch was erotic and caring. As if she were holding a precious treasure.

After stroking it with her nose and taking a few sniffs, she began moving her hand, stroking a slow, deliberate up and down motion that made his hips twitch.

Her touch was expert, applying just the right pressure, knowing exactly where to linger. Melissa watched his face, studying every flicker of reaction.

"There, forget about everything happening outside for this moment. Just enjoy my touch and care, Lord Reinhardt".

"Kuh!" The latter groaned. His hands gripped the edges of his chair, his worries evaporating under the simple, primal pleasure of his secretary’s hand on his cock.