"Oh Nyxie~ you're sleeping again?"
A playful, haughty voice cut through the fog of Nyx's dream.
"Shhh.... Please be quiet, my lady is still resting."
"Ugh, honestly, why did you pick her of all people anyway?"
"She is simply the most appealing out of all of you."
"As if her beauty could surpass mine!" A dramatic huff. "Though I do understand—it's easier to serve someone who's always asleep outside of work."
Nyx stirred, the voices tugging her toward consciousness.
"...Afro?" she mumbled.
"Stop calling me that!" The first voice snapped. "That's not even my hairstyle! Look at my golden locks! Does it look that curly to you?!"
"I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest, milady," the second voice interjected gently.
Nyx waved a lazy hand. "It's fine. So, what are you doing here anyway, Afro?"
"I said stop it! But if you must know—" A hair flick, a theatrical pause. "—I'm here to give you the greatest news of your life!"
Nyx didn't bother opening her eyes. "If it's about the beauty pageant again, I said I'm not interested. Hebe, send her away."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Footsteps rushed closer, hands seizing Nyx's shoulders. "Listen to what I have to say, you slothful pig!"
"I must ask you to apologize," Hebe's voice cooled. "As well as to depart."
"Seriously, Nyxie, this will absolutely change your life!" Afro insisted, undeterred.
Nyx finally cracked an eye open. "More important than pageants? Beauty sleep?"
Afro's face went deadpan. "Yes."
Nyx sighed, sitting up fully. "Go on, then."
Afro's grin returned, triumphant. "So, I and—well, Konoha—went around inquiring about destined loves. And guess what?" She leaned in, eyes gleaming. "You have one too!"
Nyx blinked. "...What."
"Oh, but mine is better, obviously," Afro continued, flipping her hair. "Tall, divine, probably rides a golden chariot or something—"
Nyx scoffed. "Who did you even ask? And why would their words be reliable?"
Afro's smile twitched. "I can't say who, but I guarantee they're never wrong."
Nyx stared at her. "So let me get this straight. You woke me up to tell me some mysterious oracle claims I'm destined to—what? Fall in love?"
"Isn't it exciting?!"
"It's absurd."
Afro gasped, clutching her chest. "You're rejecting fate itself?!"
"I'm rejecting your nonsense." Nyx flopped back onto the bed. "Now get out."
"Ugh! You're impossible!" A stomp of feet. "You should understand how wonderful love is! You're not even part of Artemis' purity supremacy group!"
Her steps grew faint.
Silence.
"...Should I prepare tea, milady?" Hebe asked after a moment.
Nyx groaned into her pillow. "No, choco milk."
"Alright."
Nyx's eyes snapped open
Regulus' voice—so ordinary—cut through the remnants of her dream like a knife. She blinked, disoriented, before glancing down at her hands. A cup of warm milk sat cradled between her fingers, steam curling lazily into the air.
Huh. When did he…?
Her gaze drifted toward the balcony, where Regulus stood in a pose so ridiculous it bordered on divine. One foot propped on the railing, the other planted firmly on the ground, his chin resting thoughtfully on the back of his hand like some self-satisfied philosopher.
Nyx took a slow sip of milk. "What are you doing?"
Regulus didn't turn. "Gloating."
"Why?"
"Because," he declared, voice brimming with triumph, "I have finally taken my final step into adulthood. Physically."
Nyx nearly choked. "Oh? So you can start knocking up all those maids now?"
Regulus flinched, his grand pose crumbling. "I'm not—! I wouldn't just—! Ugh, Nyx—!"
She smirked, setting the cup aside. "Ugh, no, now that I mention it…" She pressed a hand to her stomach, feigning discomfort. "I feel full. Must've swallowed too much last night."
Regulus' face burned. "Stop. Teasing. Me." He jabbed a finger at her. "Or I'll feed you more."
Nyx's grin sharpened. "Hmph! You should save your strength, Reggie."
"Who—" Regulus froze. "Wait, what did you call me?"
"Little Reggie~" she singsonged.
"No. Absolutely not."
"I absolutely will." She shooed him with a wave. "Now go. Tell Circe you're done."
Regulus scowled but straightened his shirt. "Fine. I will."
He turned on his heel and marched out—only to make it three steps before a blur of motion slammed into him from behind.
"Wha—?!"
His body twisted mid-fall, his back hitting the ground with a thud as his assailant straddled him, hips rolling in a slow, taunting grind against his—
Regulus' eyes widened. "Hixel!? What the hell are you doing!?"
Hixel grinned down at him, her fingers pinning his wrists to the floor. "I'm simply making sure to get my fill before the others get here, Master~"
Hixel's uniform hitched up as she impaled herself on Regulus in one fluid motion, her petite body shuddering as she took him to the hilt. The corridor echoed with wet slaps of flesh as she rode him with desperate abandon, her half-pallum womb molding tightly around his length.
"Finally... nngh... one with Master!" she panted, bouncing faster.
Regulus' hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, meeting each of her descents with sharp upward thrusts. The rhythm built to a fever pitch-
"Ah! Ah! Together! Let's-!"
At the last possible moment, Regulus wrenched her off, his release striping across her uniform and face in thick ropes. Before she could protest, he shoved his still-hard length between her lips, pumping another load down her throat.
When he finally released her, Hixel collapsed in a dazed heap.
"I don't appreciate ambushes," Regulus said coldly, fastening his pants. "Nor your attempt to trap me."
Hixel whimpered through her sticky eyelashes. "B-but Master, I just-"
"You'll be edged for the rest of the day as punishment." He grabbed her ankle, dragging her limp form down the hall-only to freeze at the sight before him.
So this is what Nyx meant.
The corridor was packed wall-to-wall with maids in varying states of undress. Helena stepped forward, her usually composed demeanor fractured by hungry desperation.
"We've waited long enough, my King."
Regulus' jaw tightened. "Move aside. I have business with Circe."
Trissha emerged from the crowd, nipples pebbled. "We are aware, which is why we are here. We want you to fill us up. All of us."
Regulus takes a breath "Ladies, it's not that i don't want to. I just don't want to do this irresponsibly."
Helena tilts her head.
"We know—"
"And we're ready!"
Helena is slightly surprised, then smiles.
"See? Even Cass is asking."
Regulus is conflicted, but grits his teeth and resolves himself. "Fine, come at me all of you!"
The moment Regulus gave his consent, the maids descended upon him like a tide.
What followed was nothing short of war.
Trissha was the first, her lithe body pressed beneath him before he could even blink.
Her cries filled the hall, wanton and unrestrained, as he took her with relentless precision.
Her lithe frame pressing flush against his chest. Regulus spun her around, bending her over a nearby table with practiced ease. Her gasp turned into a shuddering moan as he took her from behind, the sharp slap of skin on skin echoing down the corridor.
"M-Master-! Ah! Hah! Right th-!" Her words dissolved into obscene, breathless cries as he drove into her without mercy.
He didn't let her finish before moving on.
Remia and Ramia descended on him, their identical forms pressing against him from both sides. Their lips met over his shoulder in a sloppy, heated kiss as he filled one, then the other, their shared gasps harmonizing into something sinful.
"Ah~! Sister, he's-!"
"I know, I know-! Ngh!"
Regulus' hands gripped their hips hard enough to bruise, his pace unrelenting
Helena seized her chance, dropping to her knees before him. But instead of her mouth, she offered her hair-thick, silken strands wrapped around his fist like a leash.
"Hit me more!" she begged, her voice trembling. "Punish your dirty whore!"
He obliged, yanking her head back as he thrust into her, her cries of pleasure bordering on pain.
Helena's golden hair became his reins, her voice a sinful chant.
"Harder! Treat me like the filthy slut I am!"
She didn't even last a minute.
Cassiphone, ever the quiet one, shattered beneath him, her whispered confessions of love punctuated by gasps as he pinned her down, her legs trembling around his waist.
she—usually so shy—clung to him with desperate strength as he pinned her against the wall. Her legs locked around his waist, her voice breaking with every snap of his hips.
"I love you! I love you! I-! Ah! I love -!"
Her words cut off as her body convulsed, her nails raking down his back.
And still, they kept coming.
One. Two. Five. Fifteen. Twenty nine.
The maids of the Hebe Familia, warriors in their own right, threw themselves at him-some with practiced seduction, others with desperate hunger.
Regulus went into overdrive, and an impossible sight came to be.
Twenty seven Level 1s fell, their stats no match for his stamina.
Seventeen Level 2s held out longer, their bodies straining to keep pace, but even they succumbed, collapsing in shuddering heaps.
The Level 3s, veterans of battle and pleasure alike, fought to dominate him, but Regulus was an unrelenting force, his body moving with near-superhuman endurance.
By the time Circe arrived-naked, her amber eyes burning with challenge-the compound was in ruins.
Furniture overturned, curtains torn, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. A battlefield of spent bodies.
She stood before him, bare and unashamed, her amber gaze burning with challenge.
She didn't speak. She didn't need to.
The final round was the fiercest of all.
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When clarity finally returned, the sun was already cresting the horizon.
Regulus sat amidst the wreckage of their passion, his body aching in ways he hadn't thought possible.
The maids lay around him in various states of exhaustion-some still trembling, others curled against one another in contented slumber.
A shadow fell over him.
"Did you talk with Circe at least?" Nyx's voice was dry, her arms crossed as she surveyed the scene.
Regulus let out a slow breath. "I did."
Nyx's gaze flickered over the destruction, the dozens of limp, satisfied forms littering the halls.
Then her eyes lowered, catching on something behind him.
"In the end," she mused, "you couldn't even stop half a hundred adversaries from invading the backdoor, huh?"
Regulus didn't answer.
He was already unconscious.
Nyx sighed, nudging his limp form with her foot.
"Idiot."
But her smirk held something dangerously close to pride.
"Fifty five." Her voice trails wistfully. "A new record."