It was already Friday, and the anticipation for the upcoming King’s Game on Monday hung heavy in the air. The game typically lasted for three or maybe four days, depending on various factors. After the final class of the day, I made my way to Professor Irene’s office. I couldn’t fathom why she specifically requested to see me after class, but my guess was it had something to do with the King’s Game. Surely, she wouldn’t summon me to discuss the night we shared together, right? She had made it clear that it was best forgotten. But forgetting wasn’t an option, not after an experience like that.
As I stepped through the door into her office, my senses were assaulted by the rich fragrance of books. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of the room, overflowing with shelves upon shelves of books. I knew Professor Irene was a bookworm, but I had never imagined her collection would be this extensive. While I considered myself a bookworm as well, the sheer volume of books in her office dwarfed anything I had back in my room on Earth.
Distracted by the plethora of books around the room, my gaze finally settled on the focal point—a desk positioned in the center of the room, with a woman seated behind it, engrossed in a book. I couldn’t deny the captivating image before me: her silhouette framed against the backdrop of countless books, bathed in the warm sunlight streaming through the window. It was a scene reminiscent of the moments when I coated Gabrielle with cum. Though, admittedly, not quite as stunning…
As the woman finally tore her gaze from the book in her hand, our eyes met, and she closed the tome with a deliberate motion. “You’ve arrived,” she stated calmly.
As she said that, I looked at her domination requirements.
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You’ve captured the interest of Irene Brightspear. You can now proceed to dominate her.
Name: Irene Brightspear
Race: Human
Requirements to dominate Irene:
1. Have Sex With Irene (Completed!)
2. Ignore Irene For A Month (Completed!)
3. Make Irene Angry At You (Completed!)
4. Make Irene Agree To Have A Secret Sexual Relationship With You
….
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The third requirement had seemingly fulfilled itself on the day I encountered her at the theater, alongside Elise. It was as if the circumstances aligned to meet the condition without any conscious effort on my part.
“What’s on your mind, Professor?” I cut straight to the chase, opting for directness.
“Before we proceed,” she interjected, “take a seat.”
Complying with her request, I settled into a chair, meeting her gaze as she folded her arms beneath her ample breasts, her eyes peering at me from behind her glasses. “I’ve heard you’re gearing up for the King’s Game,” she began. “Do you have any particular desires you wish the King to fulfill by participating? Or is this merely a pursuit for entertainment?”
“I doubt anyone jumps into the King’s Game just for kicks, Professor,” I retorted.
Joining the King’s Game posed considerable risks, including the possibility of death. No one would enter the game solely for amusement.
“That’s a valid point,” she acknowledged. “But here’s the thing, Student Leon. Participation in the King’s Game isn’t open to just anyone. You need approval from at least one professor here at the academy. Given your status as the lowest-ranked student in the bronze class, it’s highly unlikely that any professor, including myself, would endorse your involvement in a game fraught with danger, potentially resulting in your death.”
One of the prerequisites for entering the King’s Game, especially for students, is obtaining a ticket signed by an administrator. These administrators aim to boost the academy’s reputation, as your victory would reflect positively on them. Additionally, you must seek permission from a professor to participate, as the game poses significant risks and requires evaluation to determine if you’re capable of handling it. Professor Irene was essentially saying that without approval from a professor, she doubted any would endorse my participation, considering the perilous nature of the game. If anything were to happen to me in the King’s Game, it would ultimately be the academy’s responsibility.
“I’m sorry, Student Leon,” Irene stated with a firm gaze. “But your participation will be annulled since you are essentially at the lowest level of the bronze class. Though I doubt your weakness, we cannot permit a student from the lower echelons of the academy to join.”
I hadn’t expected such a straightforward refusal. Why had she allowed Shredica to participate, then? It seemed clear that Shredica and Irene had been discussing this matter, leading to Irene signing her ticket but not mine. It felt like a form of discrimination based on gender…
Professor Irene’s decision was final, or so she thought. However, she hadn’t anticipated that I already had permission from another source.
“I’m sorry, Professor Irene, but my participation has already been permitted,” I asserted.
“Eh? R-Really?”
At this, her eyes widened in surprise.
I presented my ticket. “Yes,” I affirmed. “It’s already signed by Professor Gabrielle.”
Irene scrutinized the ticket for a long moment, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she raised her gaze to meet mine. “I-It really is hers…”
I carefully returned the ticket to my pocket.
“I’ll be joining the King’s Game,” I informed her. “Because I have a pressing need for it.”
It was a lie, of course. My true motivation was simply to observe how events would unfold in the game, especially with someone like Julius participating.
Suddenly, Irene’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
“You… you’re quite determined. Reminds me of what my ideal man would say,” she murmured to herself, her cheeks flushing momentarily. Quickly regaining her composure, she shook her head, dispelling the blush. “If that’s the case, then perhaps summoning you here was unnecessary. However, just because you’ve been granted permission to participate doesn’t mean you can act recklessly during the game. And remember, don’t put yourself in harm’s way, and refrain from killing others, understood?”
Her tone suddenly took on a maternal quality, reminiscent of my own mother. Memories of my parents from my previous life, who had tragically passed away when I was just sixteen, flooded my mind. It was just me and my sister after that. The sight of someone assuming a motherly role filled me with a sense of nostalgia and sentimentality. Hmm, if I have siblings in this world, does that mean there’s a mother too? Well, at this point, it hardly mattered.
“I understand,” I replied.
“Good,” she said, offering a smile.
With our conversation concluded, I exited her office.
***
Later, I visited Leonamon. The company had been steadily growing, introducing innovative products like smartphones, tablets, laptops, and even computers. While still in its early stages, I could envision a world where computers and the internet would become commonplace within three years.
Furthermore, with the construction of roads underway, it seemed inefficient for them to be solely used for carriages. That’s why I enlisted the help of Elva, who possessed knowledge of mechanics and could serve as a mechanical engineer, and Beatrice, skilled in blacksmithing, to begin developing the first version of cars. They had already drafted blueprints and were now gathering the necessary materials for construction. In five years’ time, the world would embrace a more modern era.
In the realm of medicine, our advancements were notable. Trisha, a woman skilled in botany, apothecary, and medicinal practices, spearheaded our growth in this field. Entertainment flourished as well. Ayane, now a prominent model for the Leonamon brand, gained global recognition for her stunning beauty. Additionally, our Idol Group was poised to take the spotlight soon, with their songs gaining popularity among academy students. Our food products, including cakes and wines, swiftly gained traction in the market. It seemed as though Leonamon was gradually engulfing not just the kingdom, but the entire world. And while the empire expanded, so did my wealth, even though I wasn’t actively involved in the day-to-day operations.
As of today, I had amassed a staggering 61 billion gold coins, roughly equivalent to 1 trillion dollars on Earth. Suffice it to say, I was swimming in wealth. It was high time to expand our business further and establish branches across the globe. While reviewing the daily financial report, Maya, a beast woman with goat-like characteristics—horns spiraling atop her head, goat ears, and a tail protruding from the hole in her maid uniform skirt—entered my office carrying a bottle of wine.
Without a word, Maya approached me with grace, delivering a letter she had received. “Master, a letter has arrived for you,” she announced.
Taking the letter from her, I nodded in acknowledgment. As soon as I had it in my hands, she bowed and gracefully exited the office. Examining the envelope, I noticed the familiar handwriting that read ‘To Leon.’ It was from a childhood friend of mine.
Opening the envelope eagerly, I began to read the letter.
“To Leon,
I hope this letter finds you well. Congratulations on your enrollment at the academy. I wish I could visit you, but my studies to become the next priestess keep me occupied. Nevertheless, my desire to see you again remains strong. Sister Lily also wishes to see you. If you have the time, please come visit us.
From Alice.”
