Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

Chapter 39: Alice's Offering



In a luxury suite of Miss Alice.

After a night of passion, Alice laid on the wet velvet bed. She had a dazed expression and panted heavily. Her beautiful body was still convulsing from time to time from the aftershock of the intense exercise.

"Mr. Rayne... it seems to be... morning now..."

Although she was lying on the bed, Alice did not have a single moment of rest that night.

Theoretically, losing her virginity should have been something... extremely painful.

However, it was as though she had taken an additive that caused her brains to melt within the sweet nectar of joy.

In the blink of an eye, she caught sight of the morning sun rising outside the window and the night had passed...

Alice looked at the man beside the bed in a daze, her eyes filled with love and endless desire.

As someone who worked in the brothel, it was naturally normal for her to hear her fellow sisters conversing about their work experience.

According to the teachings of her senior, the loss of virginity was a painful experience.

It was even more so for prostitutes. These paying customers would not bother about cherishing women.

Initially, Alice was mentally prepared.

After all, Mr. Rayne had spent a lot of money. Naturally, she could not ask him to accommodate her in bed.

However, the truth was far beyond Alice's expectations…

Similar to the fiends under the command of the Dragon of Lust, Mr. Rayne used his superb technique to mold Alice's crevice with his shape.

Mr. Rayne... was indeed a sly man.

After experiencing such a crazy night, she would probably never have a climax because of another man in her life… even if saying that made her seem extremely cheap.

However, at that moment, she truly felt that… she had fallen in love with Mr. Rayne.

Unfortunately, it was daybreak and the wild love of the night dissipated like a bubble. She and Mr. Rayne had once again become two unrelated strangers.

"Good morning, Alice. It was hard on you last night." Rayne glanced at the gradually bright daylight outside the window.

He stretched and began to dress.

Alice asked reluctantly, "Are you not... going to sleep for a while more?"

Rayne replied regrettably, "I have to go."

"I understand..." Alice's tone was filled with disappointment.

At that moment, it was impossible for Alice to not want Rayne to stay.

However, she did not dare to… She knew that Mr. Rayne was a very noble person.

His wealth was shocking and he even had a partner with divine blood flowing in her body…

For a lowlife prostitute in a remote place like her, her precious virginity was probably the only thing worthy of a noble like him reluctantly accepting…

No matter how much she yearned for it, she did not dare to hope for anything.

However, that passionate admiration overcame the stubbornness in her heart.

Alice asked weakly, "Mr. Rayne… can we meet again in the future?"

Rayne said, "Yes."

Alice widened her eyes in disbelief. "R-Really?"

"Of course."

Rayne caressed Alice's cheek lovingly. "When we meet again, everything will be completely different. At that time, I hope you can promise me something."

At that moment, Alice was already mesmerized by Rayne. She would not reject any request of Rayne, no matter how overboard it was.

Alice said in a daze, "I promise you… Mr. Rayne, please tell me what you need me to do."

Rayne smiled. His smile was as gentle as the spring breeze.

He leaned close to Alice's ear and whispered, "I only hope that you can promise me one thing… that is, the next time we meet, don't f*cking let your crazy group of demigods chop me into minced meat to feed the dragons. Thank you so much!"

Towards the end of his sentence, Rayne even seemed to be gritting his teeth.

"Huh?" Alice was stunned for a moment.

What… did Mr. Rayne just say?

However, before Alice could react, Rayne pinched her chin and she presented her lips obediently.

After giving Alice a lingering wet kiss, Rayne stood up and left.


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