Erica’s POV
It was the dead of night, and the members of our Idol Group, along with Ayane, the beastkin representing our company as its primary model and ambassador, were still wide awake, chatting about random stuff.
Like me, these women had also been victims of kidnapping, nearly falling into the clutches of human traffickers. But thankfully, Leon—well, Master, as we’ve come to call him—swooped in and saved us all before things got too grim. From that day forward, he’s been our guardian angel, looking out for us in every way possible. Because of that, we’d go to great lengths to fulfill his wishes, like helping to make the company famous.
As the chosen representatives of the company, we were determined to make Leonamon famous, aiming for worldwide recognition. We were currently working on our sixth music track, one that was dedicated to our Master. The lyrics went something like, “We love you, oh, we love you, our guardian angel♪ Oh, our handsome prince, our saviour♫.” Three out of our tracks were inspired by Master, and they were still drawing in a lot of listeners, so I guess it was paying off.
As the night wore on, the conversation took an unexpected turn.
“Anyway, Erica, I heard you’ve already had sex with Master. I’m so jealous. I wish he’d call me too for some action,” Varvara, the main vocal of our idol group, remarked.
When Varvara dropped that bombshell, all eyes turned to me, even Ayane’s ears perked up in curiosity.
“W-Well, it was sort of an accident, you know? I just happened to get lucky,” I stammered, feeling a blush creeping up on my cheeks.
It was the truth, though. The reason I’d ended up having sex with Master before anyone else was that I accidentally stumbled upon him in the act with Miss Amon. If my curiosity hadn’t gotten the best of me while exploring the premises, I probably wouldn’t have had that chance encounter. I guess I owe it all to my nosiness.
“Lucky or not, it’s a fact that out of the 52 of us, you’re the one who got picked first,” our main dancer, Latifa, chimed in. She’s a beastkin from one of the dog clans.
“How is it, Erica?” asked Tia, the lead vocalist, a demon race member.
“How is it, you ask? Well, I…” I paused, feeling the curious gaze of all the girls, including Ayane, fixed on me.
How should I even answer this question? How should I put it? Well, when asked, how is it… I guess you could say it was amazing. Master was absolutely incredible at it. He could go on for so long that even with three girls with him, he could leave them all breathless. I can definitely vouch for that. And Master… he was truly exceptional. He could make me climax multiple times and even make me lose consciousness from the intensity of it all. He was an absolute beast in bed. And I loved every moment of it.
I couldn’t bring myself to spill the beans, though. It was just too embarrassing.
“It seems like it’s pretty incredible,” Bella, the visual of our group, commented. She was undeniably the most stunning among us. “I wonder if Maya and the others are having fun right now? They’re probably getting fucked by Master as we speak, huh?”
“Right… Lucky them…” Varvara muttered, her gaze drifting toward the direction where Maya and the others were likely enjoying Master’s attention.
“Do you think Master will do the same to us if we perform well?” Tia inquired.
“Well, I reckon he will,” Latifa replied confidently.
“If we do well in our debut less than two months from now, I’m gonna ask Master to reward me with some action,” Varvara declared with determination.
“Count me in too!”
“And me!”
“And of course, me too!”
Latifa, Tia, and Bella were all on board with the idea as well. As the leader of this idol group, I felt it was crucial for me to join in. It would probably be better for Master to get intimate with someone who’s already experienced his impressive member, so he can release all his pent-up frustrations from not being able to freely indulge with the others due to their lack of experience.
After expressing their desire to be with Master, they all turned their attention to the only woman who hadn’t spoken up yet. Sensing their gaze, Ayane hesitantly spoke up, “W-What?”
“What about you, Ayane? Aren’t you gonna ask for it too?” Varvara inquired.
“W-What? N-No, I…”
“You don’t want it?” Latifa pressed. “Well, we can’t force you if you’re not interested, but I have a feeling you’re the one he desires the most out of all 52 of us.”
“T-That can’t be…”
“It really is, when you think about it. He was ready to buy you the first time we met him, wasn’t he?”
It was true. Master had shown more interest in Ayane than any of us from the start. It did make me a tad jealous, but it wasn’t something I dwelled on too much.
Perhaps due to embarrassment, Ayane buried her head in her bed. It was a heartwarming sight. At the same time, I caught a whiff of something incredibly fragrant wafting through the air. It was such a pleasant smell… it made me feel a bit lightheaded, but in a good way. I wondered what it could be?
After chatting for a bit, we rehearsed our songs and then called it a night, heading off to sleep.
***
Gabrielle’s POV
I stirred from sleep earlier than usual, the clock barely ticking past 4 A.M. With a sense of solitude hanging in the air, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the shower. Tonight, the absence of my Master’s comforting presence left me feeling hollow. Where once his arm would cradle my head, tonight I was left with only my ordinary pillow. Yet, anticipation thrummed within me as I eagerly awaited the conclusion of whatever plans he had brewing for the King’s Game. For when that was over, he’d come to claim me, ravaging me with the hunger of a primal beast. The mere thought sent shivers of desire down my spine, igniting a fiery yearning deep within my pussy.
As I stood before the mirror, the dim light casting shadows across my figure, I couldn’t help but notice the transformation my body had undergone under Master’s touch. Every curve seemed to exude a newfound allure, every contour sculpted to perfection. A satisfied hum escaped my lips as I took in the sight, reveling in the erotic metamorphosis he had wrought upon me. With clothes adorning my form, I stepped out of the teacher’s dormitory, ready to face the day.
Yet, as I emerged into the crisp morning air, the rhythmic sound of footsteps pounding against pavement caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I ventured closer, only to recoil in revulsion at the sight that greeted me.
“What’s with the disgusted look?” The woman, dressed in plain exercise clothes, panted as she shot me a glare of disdain.
“What are you up to so early in the morning?” I inquired.
“Can’t you tell? I’m exercising,” she replied, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“I can see that. But why?” I pressed.
“Well, it’s because…” She trailed off, biting her lip momentarily. Then, with a determined look in her eyes, she continued, “It’s because some asshole fucked me and then disappeared as soon as he got what he wanted. I spiraled into depression, ended up overeating, and gained some weight in the process. So, what, are you enjoying seeing me like this?”
“I see…” I responded quietly before turning away from her.
“You’re such an asshole, Gabrielle,” she spat out.
I halted in my tracks but didn’t look back at her. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“You were fucking disappointed when I only graduated in the silver class, then had the audacity to tell me we couldn’t be friends anymore. You fucking lost it at the graduation ceremony, mocking me in front of everyone for not becoming a magic knight like you. And now? Now you’ve ditched your job and slinked into the same fucking profession as me, all for some guy? What was the point of shattering me back then? Do you even realize the fucking devastation you caused? I spiraled into a goddamn abyss of depression and became a fucking recluse because of you! And now, just as I was finally starting to piece my life back together, you fucking strut back into it! Do you have any fucking clue how many fucking years I spent agonizing over what the fuck to do next after failing to become a goddamn magic knight like you?”
The way she was talking now reminded me of how she used to speak back then. She always had a mouth like a sailor. I kept my gaze averted, refusing to meet hers.
“It’s because some dickhead ordered you to become a professor that you gave up being a magic knight, something we both fucking dreamed of,” she spat out bitterly. “I want those years back!”
I remained silent, feeling no need to respond. But after a few moments of tense silence, I finally spoke up. “Is that all? Well, I’ll be going now,” I said, then continued on my way.
“You’re a real fucking asshole,” she hissed once more. “Mark my fucking words, Gabrielle. I’ll steal Leon away from you.”
I simply shrugged in response. “Good luck then.”
