“You’re so shocked,” President Artemis said with a soft, teasing laugh, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“You’ll be even more shocked when you find out just how many women he has,” Professor Gabrielle added.
“I don’t know the exact number, but he mentioned it was a lot when we started dating,” Miss Artemis mused, her lips curling thoughtfully.
“Well, I know he has plenty of women—his scent gives it away—but I still want to be surprised by just how many,” Miss Titania said with a knowing smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief.
I felt like my mind was spinning out of control. There was too much to process, too many things to understand. Just how many women did he have? And where exactly did I fit into all of this? The questions swirled in my mind, making my head feel heavy. I could barely keep myself from fainting right there in the car.
***
We finally arrived at Leonamon headquarters, and the sight before me left me breathless. It was the biggest structure I’d ever laid eyes on in my 19 years of life—an imposing skyscraper that dominated the entire metropolitan skyline of Capital City. Its sheer scale made me feel like an ant, my confidence dwindling under its shadow, slowly eroding away until I felt like I might crumble where I stood.
“Come,” President Artemis commanded.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and followed her inside. If the exterior was intimidating, the interior was absolutely overwhelming—luxurious beyond imagination, with high ceilings and gilded walls that seemed to swallow me whole. My knees shook with every step I took on the polished marble floors.
“I-Is it okay for me to even be here?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.
“Leon invited you here himself. Of course, it’s okay,” President Artemis reassured me, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
“Good afternoon, Madams,” greeted two maids, their presence almost otherworldly. They carried an air of elegance and refinement, like they were from a bygone era. Their beauty was mesmerizing, almost unreal, as they moved gracefully. “Shall we escort you to the Master’s room while you await his return?”
“Yes, Amon,” Gabrielle replied with a nod. “Where is he, at the moment?”
Mr. Leon had gone ahead earlier, arriving long before we did, but now he was nowhere to be found. A knot of unease tightened in my chest. Being around these intimidatingly poised women only made me feel more out of place.
“He’s currently in his Love Room, giving semen to the idol girls.”
My mind froze, the words echoing in my head. Idol girls? Giving semen? What the actual—
“So, he ditched us for other girls. Leon, you damn womanizer,” Miss Trill snarled, irritation flashing in her eyes.
“Don’t be so jealous, Miss Trill. You know the more women Leon has, the stronger he gets, right?” Miss Titania teased, her lips curling into a playful grin.
“Yeah, you’re right. But still, how could he go off to other women instead of being with us? I mean, we’ve been dating for months, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.”
“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll get to you soon enough. And when he does, trust me, you’ll be left breathless,” Titania replied with a smirk, a knowing glint in her eyes.
I had no idea how to process this conversation. It was like something out of a twisted fantasy, watching these women calmly discuss sharing a man. They weren’t fighting over him; instead, they seemed genuinely thrilled about him adding more women to his life. Growing up in a monogamous society, this kind of talk was downright surreal. It felt like I’d stepped into a world where the rules had been completely rewritten, and I was struggling to keep up.
***
“Keep your back straight and don’t let those books fall off your head. Don’t even think about using your hands to balance them—focus on your feet. That’s how you’ll correct your gait,” Professor Gabrielle barked, her voice stern and unyielding.
She had me doing posture training, trying to fix my habit of slouching. My whole body ached as I stumbled through the exercises, struggling to keep up. This was my tenth attempt, but Professor Gabrielle had no intention of letting me rest until I got it right.
Five books were stacked on my head, and I had to keep them balanced as I walked across the room. If even one fell, she’d make me start over, with no breaks. My jaw clenched as I forced myself to keep my movements steady.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to make it to the other side without dropping a single book.
“Alright,” Professor Gabrielle said, a hint of approval slipping into her tone. “Lady Titania, add more stacks to her head.”
“Will do,” Miss Titania replied, a sly smile on her lips.
“Eh? W-Wait, I’m not done yet?!” I protested, panic rising in my chest.
“Of course not. If you want to finish this transformation in two days, we have to push hard. You really think balancing a few books is enough to change your gait? We’ll keep adding more stacks each time you complete a round,” Professor Gabrielle declared, her eyes cold and determined.
My legs buckled beneath me, sending the books tumbling to the floor in a noisy cascade.
***
By the end of the day, I was completely drained. I thought being Miss Kayla’s lackey had been tough, but this training was on a whole different level. My entire body throbbed with exhaustion.
Yet, even as my muscles screamed for rest, I couldn’t sleep. The bed beneath me was so unbelievably soft that it threw me off. I had never experienced this kind of comfort, and instead of helping, it kept me wide awake.
“Ella,” a voice whispered beside me, cutting through the darkness. “Over here! Let’s go.”
“E-Eh? Miss Titania?” I murmured, turning to see her standing next to my bed with Miss Trill.
“We’re going to check something out,” Miss Titania said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
I had no idea what they wanted from me, but saying no wasn’t an option. These were princesses, after all. Reluctantly, I followed them out of my room, trying to keep my nervousness in check.
“W-Where are we going, exactly?” I asked, my voice trembling as we walked through the dimly lit hallways.
Miss Trill and Miss Titania exchanged a secretive look before turning back to me, their smiles widening into identical, playful grins.
“It’s a secret.”
