Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 18 - The Study and the Little Maid

The Study and the Little Maid

The morning sun stood high in the cloudless sky, golden rays pouring through sheer curtains like liquid fire. The silken sheets on the large bed were tangled and damp, a silent witness to nights of unrelenting passion. For once, the bed was not overrun with bodies—only one figure remained.

Leon stretched lazily, his bare chest glistening faintly under the sunlight. Every inch of his sculpted body tensed and relaxed as he rose, a low, satisfied sigh slipping from his lips.

Beside him lay Rias, her voluptuous figure draped in the remnants of their passion. Crimson hair cascaded over the pillow, her breasts rising gently with each slow breath. Her flushed cheeks and the faint bite marks on her neck painted the story of the last two days.

”Sheʼll sleep till noon,” Leon muttered, amused, a devilish grin tugging at the corner of his lips. ”After last night... again.”

Two full days. Thatʼs how long he had claimed her, explored her, and rewritten the depths of their relationship. His Rias was no longer merely a companion or toy—she was his, wholly and completely. Body, heart, and soul.

Yet, despite the satisfaction, duty stirred within him. He wasnʼt just a man lost in pleasure. He was a cultivator with a goal. Galvia wonʼt conquer itself, he thought, stepping away from the bed.

Leon stood before the mirror, eyeing the faint golden hue in his pupils—a sign. He was no longer the same.

He had been on the brink of the Novice Realmʼs peak, the very beginning of a cultivatorʼs journey. But now? Just one step away from breaking into the Mortal Realm.

And Rias? His beautiful, loyal flame? She stood at the edge of the Master Realm, her power blooming in response to their union.

The systemʼs voice echoed in his mind from the first night with her:

”Through intimate union, not only will your cultivation soar—your partners shall evolve as well. Such is the Black Dragonʼs bond.”

He grinned, remembering how her moans became cries of awakening. It wasnʼt just lust—it was evolution.

Leon stepped into the marble-tiled bath, letting the steaming water cleanse his body. Scents of lavender and dragon lily filled the air. He submerged, letting the water soothe the ache in his muscles from too much effort.

After drying off, he dressed in a new robe—deep golden silk with white embroidery along the hem, its collar clasped by a dragon-shaped brooch.

A Nobel robe.

He ran his fingers through his silver hair, gazing into the mirror once more. ”Moonstone Kingdom,” he murmured. ”Youʼre next.”

He paused, chuckling to himself as another thought bloomed—the hot maid.

Aria.

Every time she entered his chambers these past two days—meant only to deliver meals or ”urgent” messages—she had walked in on him and Rias, tangled in a storm of moans and heat. Her porcelain face would flush crimson, violet eyes wide behind her glasses, only to quickly compose herself and bow.

”G-Good morning, Lord Leon,” sheʼd always say with an unwavering calm that betrayed her trembling hands.

And Leon? He didnʼt miss it—the way her gaze lingered a heartbeat too long, or how her thighs pressed together when she turned.

He enjoyed teasing her. And today, it seemed fate had delivered her to him once more.

He pushed open the double doors to his personal study, the scent of parchment, old books, and magic ink wafting into the air.

He paused.

There she was—Aria.

Standing beside his desk, dressed in a pristine maid uniform so tight it left little to imagination. Her glossy purple hair was tied up neatly, revealing the curve of her neck. Long stockings hugged her thighs, and the tight corset lifted her ample chest subtly beneath the silk apron.

She was reading a document, unaware of his presence. The morning light caught her golden-rimmed glasses, and her lips moved softly as she mouthed each line.

Leon smirked.

”Good morning, little maid,” he said in a low, teasing voice.

She flinched, eyes snapping to his. A faint blush bloomed across her cheeks. ”L-Lord Leon...” she stammered, then straightened, bowing politely. ”Good morning.”

But he saw it—the way her hand gripped the parchment tighter... the way her breath quickened.

Caught you, he thought. And oh, how he intended to have fun.