Reborn As Noble

At the same time.

Other Continent.

Divinity Nation.

Julius sat slouched in a large chair at the head of an ornate dining table, his golden armor discarded in favor of a loose, casual tunic. The spread of food before him was lavish; roasted meats, fresh bread, fruits, pastries, and fine wines, but he barely glanced at it. His gaze was distant, his fingers drumming against the wooden armrest with restless irritation.

Ugh...

The woman from last night is already boring.

He picked up a piece of roasted meat, chewing it listlessly as his thoughts churned.

Even with her body, her tight pussy, the way she screamed in pain when I forced my huge cock inside her, the way she begged and cried before I made her cum until she passed out... it’s still the same. Too easy. Too predictable. Too boring.

He set the meat down, his brow furrowing.

They all spread their legs the moment I look at them. That woman from the crowd yesterday... the one with the brown hair and the blue dress. She had a good body. I fucked her hard last night, made her scream until her voice cracked, made her cum over and over until she couldn’t even remember her own name. And yet... it still wasn’t enough.

By the time I was done with her, she was a mess on the floor, and I was still unsatisfied. She couldn’t keep up.

None of the girls can.

It’s all the same and boring.

He leaned back, his gaze drifting toward the window.

What I really want is a girl like Celine. That defiant princess who looked at me like I was dirt beneath her feet. She never gave me the time of day, never even wanted to be in the same room as me. She made me chase her, made me want her even more.

And Fayna... the way she struggled, the way she fought, the way she refused to break even when I had her pinned beneath me. If that bastard Vane hadn’t shown up, I would have had her. I would have broken her spirit and made her mine.

He clenched his fist, his jaw tightening.

Once this invasion starts, I’ll find them both. Celine and Fayna. And when I do, I’ll make them regret ever rejecting me. I’ll have my way with them, over and over, until they beg for more. I’ll make them understand that I am the best of the best. The strongest hero. The most handsome man in existence. No woman can resist me forever.

The door to the dining room creaked open, and a maid stepped inside. She was young, with soft brown hair tied back in a neat bun, and a slim figure that moved gracefully beneath her maid uniform.

”Excuse me~”

She approached the table, leaning down to pour wine into his glass. The moment her hand hovered near him, Julius reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap with a smooth, practiced motion.

”S... Sir Julius!”

Julius smiled, his face close to hers, his lips hovering just above her parted mouth. His voice was soft and smooth, dripping with practiced charm.

”Now, now~ Don’t be shy. I just wanted to have a closer look at you. You’re quite beautiful, you know that?”

The maid’s cheeks flushed deep red. She quickly lifted her hand, palm covering her left hand as she turned her head away in shy embarrassment.

”I... I’m just a maid, Sir Julius. There’s nothing special about me...”

Julius noticed the gesture, his eyes flicking briefly to the hand she was hiding. His smile widened, his eyes glinting with cold calculation behind the warm, charming facade.

Heh~ Hiding something, are we?

A wedding ring, I’d bet.

She’s married.

Perfect.

I love married women. Especially the ones who think they’re loyal. The ones who believe their vows mean something. They always put up a little resistance at first. A little hesitation. A little guilt. But in the end, they all surrender. They all spread their legs. They all beg for more. And once I’ve had my fill, I send them back to their husbands with my seed still dripping down their thighs.

And they never say a word. They can’t. Because if they do, their husbands will know they spread their legs for another man. And that shame? That guilt? It keeps them silent. Keeps them obedient. Keeps them coming back for more.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.

”Now, now~ Don’t be modest. A woman like you deserves to be appreciated. Tell me... are you single?”

The maid’s cheeks burned even brighter, her eyes darting away as she mumbled in a shy, barely audible whisper.

”I... I’m single, Sir Julius...”

Julius smirked, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement as he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She let out a small, startled gasp before her eyes fluttered shut, her body melting into the kiss.

Heh~ She says she’s single~

And yet she’s doing her best to hide that wedding ring on her finger.

But I don’t mind. In fact, I love married women. I love the taste of someone who belongs to another man. There’s something thrilling about it. The thrill of taking something that isn’t yours, of claiming a woman who has a husband waiting at home, of knowing that you’re defiling something sacred. It makes the conquest so much sweeter.

His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher as he deepened the kiss. The girl let out a soft gasp, her hand weakly pushing against his chest, but her lips returned the kiss eagerly, betraying her true feelings.

This girl is easy too~

I bet I could fuck her right here, right now, and she’d pretend to be scared if someone saw us. She’d cry and beg me to stop, but deep down, she’d love it.

He pulled her closer, his hand slipping beneath her uniform, fingers finding her bare breast. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple as his other hand slid down her back, gripping her plump ass through her skirt.

”S... Sir Julius... S... stop... someone might see...”

He pulled back slightly, placing his forehead against hers, his eyes softening with feigned sincerity as he gazed into hers. His voice dropped into a warm, tender whisper.

”This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about a girl. I’ve never... I mean... I’ve never been with anyone before. I’ve always been so focused on my duties as a hero, on protecting the people, on fulfilling my role as the people’s protector. I never had time for love... or romance...”

He reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek.

”But the moment I saw you... I don’t know why... my heart started racing. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. It’s like... something just clicked. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet someone like you.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a feather-light kiss.

”I know this is sudden. I know it’s probably foolish. But I can’t help it. I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t even know how to express it properly...”

He smiled softly, his eyes glistening with feigned sincerity.

”Please... don’t turn me away. I know I’m being too forward, but I can’t hold back. I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel so... alive. So... whole. If you reject me now, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been. Please... give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.”

The maid’s lips parted, her breath hitching as her cheeks burned crimson. Her voice came out soft, trembling with emotion.

”Sir Julius... I...”

Before she could finish, Julius pressed his lips against hers again, deeper this time. She let out a soft gasp before her lips parted, returning the kiss with growing passion. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly against his chest, now slid up to his shoulders, pulling him closer as she surrendered completely.

Heh~ Another easy woman.

Just a few sweet words, a little false sincerity, and she melts in my arms. They’re all the same. They all want to believe they’re special. They all want to think they’re the one who changed me. They all want to believe I’m a hero in love.

It’s almost too easy.

But I’m not complaining. I need something to pass the time until I find Celine and Fayna. And this one... she’ll do nicely for now.

( End Of Chapter )