In the past.
A gathering was being held in the royal palace. A party, a ball with won and n dancing on a grand hall. There was no special occasion, just a gathering of nobles looking for an excuse to drink, gossip, and enjoy themselves.
Today's excuse was the prince—Sett's—return from his first raid.
Sett beca a bit gloomy at the thought.
After failing to complete his first A-rank Tomb by himself, Sett and Isra returned to Ehyut capital city for a few days. Planning to relax and rest their mind before heading for the next raid.
That did not sound grand at all. Even though the party announcer had said the opposite, saying they had conqured the Tomb.
Grandma conquered the tomb, not . My presence didn't matter at all, he grumbled inwardly. In fact, I probably held her back.
In all royal balls, nobles each had their own groups, the sa familiar faces they always stuck with. Sett had his own group as well. It was mostly just his admirers, easy won—none real friends.
Usually, he liked being praised to the moon by them, but these days, it all felt vain.
Walking with more than three won surrounding him, he was eating and dancing when one of the woman said sothing.
"Prince, you don't have any male friends, do you want to introduce you to so?" She said. "My contacts are extensive due to my rchant guild, you know? Of course, none of them are as close to as the prince."
Sett smiled.
He and this won were not close at all—what a hypocritical woman in such a pretty mask of a face.
Not to ntion her male connections. With how easy a woman she was, she was probably a gateway for everyone.
These monts made Sett appreciate his own wives all the more. They were much better. He wondered if he would get to see any of them tonight.
Sett already missed Zainah's cheeky laziness.
She went to the city with grandmother, he thought. Leaving here by myself. No sense of comradery at all—invite your husband if you are going!
Tsk.
"So, prince. You didn't answer, do you want to connect you to so high class male friends?"
"I have more than enough male friends," Sett said, swishing a glass of wine. "Though none are really here—I doubt they wouldn't be high class enough in comparison."
The woman smiled. "If the prince says so. Though rumor has it that you are prejudiced against n and don't like hanging around them."
Sett's eyes beca cold. "That's quite the unfriendly rumor."
Such a rumor was bad for his future climb to the throne. He should indeed hang around with so n.
Maybe I will tell my boys to hang around here once in a while.
Sett, in fact, did not like hanging around n too much. More often than not—he made n feel inferior and that made them lose all confidence. It was incredibly hard to find n who spoke to him on equal terms.
But he did have a boy gang.
A bunch of people he grew up with. And they were his actual, loyal friends. His boys.
"Well, ladies, I think I will excuse myself."
The won had no choice in the matter.
Other nobles showed up, greeted him, found their people, and spent the night talking among themselves, ignoring the rest.
Not that it mattered—most nobles had their own hidden agendas anyway, masked by polite smiles and empty words.
As the nobles danced to the music, Sett elegantly excused himself and left the ball, walking into an open balcony for a breather.
There was already soone sitting there—a young man with crystal-like purple eyes and a slumped back.
Seeing Sett, the young man smiled.
"Sett, you ca back from your raid with your grandma," he said in interest.
Sett's eyes twitched. "The reason for this party was my return, you crack."
The young man, handso as a statue, rubbed the back of his head. "I co to every ball. So I no longer wait to hear the reason for it. I just like to co here and drink while the party is high."
"I see."
Sett shook his head, leaning against the railing and looking up at the moon.
"I was waiting for you, by the way." The young man scooted closer. "Will you sleep with at last, just for tonight?"
Sett distanced himself with a face full of disgust. "How many tis do I have to tell you, Samir. I have no interest in n."
"Tsk. I can't understand why n are so interested in won. I can't even make my thing stand up for a woman."
Samir sat back down, drowning himself in alcohol.
"You are lucky," Sett clicked his tongue. "If it weren't for your sister, I'd have long beaten you up."
The young man smirked. "Privilege of having a hot sister, I guess. You get to have a hot brother in law."
"Where is your sister?" Sett asked, ignoring his words.
"If she heard you returned, she must be on her way from her Territory—ah speak of the devil."
A woman poked her head out of the party area and entered the balcony.
The mont she appeared, Sett turned to her with a big smirk.
"You ca to see !" He exclaid.
The woman had red hair, blazing red eyes, and a really hot vibe around her. The mont she entered, she caused the atmosphere around to beco hotter.
Sett himself felt warm.
Who else could it be but his lovely Nadia?
Nadia Nour.
She did not acknowledge Sett after seeing him, and ignoring him with an ostentatious harrumph, she just stord towards her brother.
Samir was almost frightened to death by the hot fla rushing towards him.
Nadia snatched the powerful alcohol from his hand and gulped it down as if she had just escaped years of drought.
Sett smirked. "Oi, oi, that's strong stuff, lady. You shouldn't be drinking that."
Nadia rolled her eyes. "And who might you be to say what I should and should not do?"
"Your husband?"
"Heh. Are husbands allowed to dictate whatever their wives eat and drink? What a tyrant." She looked disapprovingly at Sett. "I don't rember marrying a tyrant like you."
Sett smirked, holding out his hand.
Nadia rolled her eyes. "I am in my hot phase—my Axiom is too worked up due to using my True Form. You will burn yourself if you touch ."
In fact, the wine in her hand was evaporating. Sett leaned back on the rails, staring at her. Then, he pulled her into his arms without hesitation.
His clothes imdiately began burning but he was completely fine.
Nadia grinned cheekily, transford into flas as she was falling into his chest and vanished into his body as glittering pieces of fla.
Sett felt warmth rush throughout his body.
"Hahahaha! Feel this young lady's new power, you tyrant! Now I am the one inside you!"
Sett's face beca red imdiately.
Only Sett and Samir now remained on the roof.
Sett, whose clothes had been completely burned, was obviously naked as well. Moreover, whatever Nadia was upto inside his body was making him hot and passionate.
It was standing.
Sett would have been fine with anyone seeing him naked. Absolutely anyone.
But not Samir.
"Moan for this young lady!" Nadia shouted from inside his body. "Moan! Moan! Moan!"
Sett vanished from the place at imnse speed, running for his life.
Samir had a really weird expression on his face.
Then, he bowed on the floor.
"Thank you, sister."
Tears stread down Sett's eyes as he escaped.
"Nadia, you are done for!"
"Pwahahahah! This is a rape, shut up and open your legs!"
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