The eting wrapped up successfully after I shared all the ideas I wanted to be included, and everyone made sure to take note of them.
I also ntioned that each room should be furnished with high-quality furniture and equipped with all the essentials for my harem.
They were all under my command, and I provided them with sufficient compensation to ensure the job was done well. Substandard results were not an option.
The next thing on my agenda was to et soone important. I hopped into my car and instructed the driver to take elsewhere.
After about 30 minutes, we pulled up in a wealthy neighborhood. It was the kind where land prices were sky-high, and you needed both money and connections to secure a spot.
My car pulled up near a spacious villa enclosed by towering walls. A massive white tal gate marked the entrance.
The guards inside were already anticipating my arrival, so they promptly opened the gate, allowing our car to move forward. Inside, a sprawling villa with European designs welcod us—a sight not commonly found in South Korea.
My driver slowly parked the car in front of the grand entrance, swiftly making his way to open the door for .
*CLICK!
Stepping out, I felt the cool breeze and adjusted my sleek black coat, ensuring every detail was perfect. My eyes caught the gleam of my newly purchased Richard Miller Silver Watch as I checked the ti, its intricate design catching the ambient light.
Gazing at the entrance, I noticed it was elevated, requiring to climb a set of low marble stairs to reach it. As I climbed, the door swung open wide, revealing a woman standing there, ready to welco .
It was Myeong Tia, the first person who had ever rejected my suggestion due to a pendant made of moon gem.
She was wearing a white dress, the type often associated with older, affluent won. Surprisingly, it complented her face elegantly, seemingly bestowing a youthful aura on her.
"Welco, Master," she greeted with a respectful bow, and in response, I decided to reward her. I gently touched her chin and planted a kiss on her lips.
I held her waist, and due to my height advantage, I lifted her off the floor while embracing her. She appeared genuinely happy to be spoiled in this manner, and in response, she used her tongue to fulfill my desires.
We spent a good minute until she was fully satisfied, and I finally let go of her. She was still panting heavily, and her makeup was smudged from the abundance of saliva that covered her.
"Thank you, Master," she spoke with gratitude. I could see in her eyes the longing that had persisted all this ti, a desire I had unintentionally neglected due to being occupied with other responsibilities.
"Let's go," I gestured for her to take my arm, and she happily complied.
We strolled down the hallway, and the maids began whispering to each other. They seed shocked to witness their mistress kissing soone like , but fear kept them from saying anything.
What could they do? Report it to her husband? Even if they dared, they would likely incur her wrath. And on the slim chance that he forgave her, everyone would risk losing their jobs.
Our stroll brought us to a captivating room—a vast space seamlessly connected to a lush garden. Crafted outdoor furniture invited monts of tranquility, designed to endure the weather.
"Who is he, Mom?" A girl in her late teens stood up from her chair. Upon seeing us approaching, she blushed, clearly taken aback by my handso and charming presence. She seed like soone starstruck after encountering her idols.
She shared the sa facial features as Myeong Tia, but instead of jet black hair, hers cascaded in a striking silver hue. Taller and with curves in all the right places, she exuded a different kind of beauty than her mother.
'She must have gotten it from her biological father's side,' I thought to myself. I had heard from Myeong Tia that she was her daughter from her first husband, a Russian soldier. The height and curves were telltale signs of foreign blood running through her veins.
"Mind Eye," I activated my ability to check her stats. I was curious to see how high her charisma was.
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Na : Myeong Stepanov Anna
Age : 18 years old
Overall Stats : 23
Level (19)
Strength: 2
Agility: 2
Stamina: 2 Find your next adventure on empire
Endurance: 1
Intelligence: 3
Charisma: 14
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Seeing her na and stats, it was obvious that Stepanov was her Russian last na. Her stats were impressive too, though to be honest, she seed to be carried by her charisma.
"I'm a friend of your mom's," I raised my hand to greet her.
She paused for a mont, becoming embarrassed, but after a while, she also took my hand.Then the three of us sat, but Anna remained silent, occasionally casting glances my way.
"When will he co back?" I asked Myeong Tia. I hadn't co here just to see her; my purpose was to talk to her husband, who was finally returning after facing nurous setbacks.
Myeong Tia remained silent for a mont, and Anna looked at us, confused about why her mother's facial expression changed after ntioning her stepfather's na.
"He will be back..." She began speaking, but before she could continue, I cut her off. I could hear rushing footsteps approaching us. So royal servants must have reported what happened at the door.
"Go to sleep, you don't have to witness this," I whispered to Anna. Her eyes began to grow heavy, and soon she fell asleep on the sofa.
"Where the hell is that guy!" Myeong Tia's husband's angry voice reverberated even before he reached us. The anger in his voice was really intense , as if he was ready to confront his wife's lover at the earliest opportunity.
Not just him, I could also hear about 10 other footsteps. I assud they were his personal guards, judging from the fact that their footsteps were much heavier—a telltale sign of people who work out.
"Co out ! Bastard !" He scread in anger .
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