97亚洲成年社区男人的天堂

"As expected of my dear brother!" she exclaimed after I\'d coated the three women\'s bodies in my cum. Then, sitting up on the bed, her breasts bouncing enticingly, she grabbed my face and planted a deep kiss on my lips. "I\'m sorry I can\'t stick around longer," she said with a hint of solemnity. "But I promise I\'ll make it up to you next time we meet," she added with a seductive grin.

Whatever she had in mind for making it up to me, I knew it was going to be good. So I eagerly told her I couldn\'t wait to see her again.

After that, Elise put on her usual leather jacket and exited the room, leaving behind the stocking and the clothes I\'d given her. As she departed, I heard a familiar chime from my phone. I grabbed it eagerly, curious about the message waiting for me. It was from Elise herself.

Despite the messy typos and grammatical errors, the essence of her message was crystal clear: "I forgot the clothes you gave me. Keep them close for when you miss me. Smell them while you think of me, jerking off."

It was kind of sweet of her to do that.

But back to the present. It was already 5 A.M., and I had to head to the academy later, so I needed to get ready soon. With that in mind, I slipped out of bed slowly, careful not to wake the three women.

"Mmm... Lord Mephisto..." Gladys mumbled in her sleep, my name lingering on her lips like a sweet memory from the night before. It seemed I had made quite an impression on her, etching myself into her dreams for the foreseeable future. And I had no doubt that Ada and Susan would remember my name just as vividly.

Stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me as Stardust Melody played softly in the background. The soothing melody accompanied me as I lathered up, washing away the remnants of the night\'s escapades.

Emerging from the shower, I decided to cut my hair short. With practiced hands, I carefully cut my hair, taking my time to ensure a precise and flawless result. As I examined myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with the outcome. My hair was neatly trimmed, devoid of any imperfections.

After dressing myself, I quietly left the room without saying goodbye to the women who had shared my bed. There was no need for farewells; our time together had come to an end, and I had places to be.

***

That afternoon, I received a message from Gabrielle.

"Come to my office. Discreetly, if possible."

The text was very business-like, typical of Gabrielle. As I pondered this, I informed Titania that I wouldn\'t be able to join her for lunch due to some errands. She didn\'t protest and instead bid me farewell with a smile. With that settled, I made my way to Gabrielle\'s office.

Upon entering, I found Gabrielle seated at her desk, engrossed in documents. She didn\'t acknowledge my presence until a few moments later.

"Come here," she beckoned, motioning for me to approach. I complied, closing the distance between us. When I reached her, she handed me a ticket.

"What\'s this?"

"What do you mean, \'what\'s this\'? Didn\'t you ask me to arrange your participation in the King\'s Game?" she replied sharply.

"Oh, right. So this is...?"

"A ticket for the game," she said bluntly. "I got it from a friend of mine. But listen up, that ticket alone won\'t guarantee your entry. You\'ll need to get permission from the administration. And sorry, but that\'s something you\'ll have to handle yourself."

"Why do I need permission for this?" I inquired.

"Because you\'re a student here, that\'s why. What you do outside of the academy is your business, but when it comes to something as big as the King\'s Game, the administration wants to make sure it reflects well on them. It\'s a bit of a twisted tactic by the administration, if you ask me. Though, I wouldn\'t get your hopes up too much.

They probably won\'t have much faith in you, especially considering you\'re not exactly the most skilled."

The academy\'s administration didn\'t exactly have a soft spot for skillless folks. In fact, they openly looked down on them. They were still struggling to accept that skillless individuals like them had made it into their prestigious institution, known for producing the most powerful magic knights. I doubted they\'d ever view them favorably in the future either.

"Still, how am I supposed to ask for permission?" I pondered aloud, not expecting an answer, but Gabrielle provided some insight.

"Try asking Galdea," she suggested. "She\'s the most reasonable one among the administrators. Well, I hope she is... She\'s the youngest of the bunch, after all."

Galdea Sharm Lumond, a member of the administration and the youngest among them. She was the daughter of the late Harold Sharm Lumond, the former duke of the Lumond. Among his children, Galdea was the only one who managed to become a magic knight. I think she\'s two years older than Gabrielle.

"Well, I\'ll try just that," I said, determined to seek Galdea\'s assistance. It was fortunate that I knew her, considering she was among the women I wanted to dominate.

After concluding my conversation with Gabrielle and promising her a reward later, I exited her office. As I walked, I heard a metallic chime ring from my pocket. Retrieving my phone, I checked the sender. Upon seeing who it was, I let out a sigh.

"Looks like she\'s in trouble," I muttered to myself.

***

"I don\'t have a ticket yet," Shredica said to me after I waited for her for three hours near the fountain in the academy. She looked as sullen as ever, with a deep frown etched on her face. It was hard to tell if this was her usual expression or if she was genuinely troubled. "You need to help me."

"...That\'s a little complicated," I replied. "I don\'t think we\'ll be able to get a ticket so easily."

The ticket Gabrielle gave me was from a friend of hers. If I wasn\'t mistaken, that friend was a magic knight or someone close to the royal family. Gabrielle obtained the ticket through her connections, and I got it because of my association with her.

However, Shredica didn\'t have any connections. Just one look at her face and you could tell she wasn\'t exactly approachable. I doubted anyone would befriend her or form a genuine connection with her.

"You can help me," she insisted. "You\'re dating the Princess of Bethlan, right?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I countered, though I already had a suspicion of what she was getting at. Still, I needed to be sure.

"You ask her," she replied, her tone firm.

Her audacity was striking. "I can\'t do that," I retorted. "If I did, I\'d look like a gold digger."

"You aren\'t?"

Her question caught me off guard. "You think I\'m a gold digger?" I exclaimed, incredulous.

"I hear whispers swirling around that the only reason you\'ve got Princess Titania wrapped around your finger is because of her riches," she stated bluntly, her face devoid of emotion as she dropped the bombshell. "Folks in our class even say you\'re a gold digger, that you\'re not in it for love, but for the chance to dip your dicks in her cash and pussies."

Who the fuck spreads rumors like that?

"For the record, I only said what I heard from them," she added.

"That sounds more like slavery than an actual relationship," I retorted, incredulity dripping from my words. "And let me set the record straight: none of it\'s true. I genuinely love Titania. As for your request, it\'s out of the question. I can\'t just stroll up to my girlfriend and ask for a ticket to the game, only to hand it over to another woman. I\'ve got more integrity than that."

Shredica sighed deeply, her breath heavy with resignation, as she fished her phone from her pocket. With practiced ease, she composed a message, her fingers dancing across the screen. "Can I implore you to assist me in acquiring a ticket for the King\'s Game, Princess?" she typed out, her gaze fixed on the screen, awaiting a response.

After sending the message, a reply flashed on her screen. She showed me the message.

"Sure."

My jaw dropped.

"Let\'s go," she said decisively. "If we linger here, we\'ll only keep your girlfriend waiting."

With that, we made our way to Titania\'s location.