Chapter Twenty-Three: The Jealous Maids
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The lights in the Royal Dome Suite were dim, basking the massive chamber in a soft, sultry glow. Velvet curtains hung around the walls, and the air was filled with the scent of rose incense—an atmosphere crafted to perfection for one purpose: pleasure and loyalty.
Crow sat on his custom-made obsidian throne, wide enough for two, with luxurious black cushions and golden accents. His aura was calm now—after what had just happened, it had to be.
Nejire Hado sat on his lap, her body limp, her face completely flushed. Her once bouncy and playful demeanor had melted into submissive bliss, her breath still ragged from their earlier... intense session.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her legs dangling lazily over the throne's edge. A satisfied little smile played on her lips as she nuzzled into his chest like a kitten who had finally found her warmest place in the world.
"Mmm~ Master…" she whispered, voice soft and dreamy. "You're… amazing…"
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Just a few feet away, the rest of the newly claimed UA maid squad stood in stunned silence, eyes wide, faces flushed, and hearts hammering in their chests.
Mina, Momo, Ochaco, Tsu, and Jiro could barely contain the storm of emotions swirling inside them. Jealousy, lust, obsession—all amplified by Crow's charm quirks.
Mirko was glaring.
Lady Nagant was seething.
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"Tch… that airhead got to sit on Master's lap first?" Mirko growled, tail flicking in agitation. "That should've been me."
"She even moaned his name…" Momo muttered under her breath, her fists clenched at her sides.
"That was so… hot," Mina admitted, legs trembling slightly. "I wanna go next!"
Jiro turned redder by the second, pulling her headphones down to hide her face. "S-So noisy… but I get it now. I want that too…"
Ochaco's fingers fidgeted nervously with her maid apron, whispering, "He… looked at her like she was his entire world. I want him to look at me like that…"
Even Tsu couldn't keep her composure. Her usual calm expression was replaced by a flushed, needy pout. "Ribbit… Master's lap looks… comfortable."
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Crow looked at them with a soft smirk, his fingers gently stroking Nejire's blue curls.
"There's plenty of time, my pets. One by one… you'll all get your turn."
The room shivered as the girls lowered their heads in obedience, their eyes shining with hunger and anticipation.
Mirko and Lady Nagant, unable to take it anymore, stepped forward, ready to compete for his attention again. But Crow held up a hand.
"Not yet. She earned it. Watch. Learn."
And just like that, the Alpha had spoken.
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End of Chapter Twenty-Three