41- Uncle and Dad / James*

"Uncle..." she moaned softly in his ear, grinding sensually on his lap. "Your cock feels so good... so thick inside me..."

His hands, which had previously gripped the arms of the chair, now slid involuntarily to her waist, guiding her movements. His bare torso glistened with sweat as Aria rode his member masterfully.

"Princess... we shouldn't..." he tried to protest one last time, but his words were silenced as she deliberately clenched her pussy around him.

"Don't resist, uncle," she purred, increasing the pace of her thrusts. "Fuck me... teach me how a man of war treats a woman..."

Evander finally gave in to his desire, his large hands gripping Aria's soft buttocks as he pulled her against his body. "May the gods forgive me," he growled before burying his cock inside her hard.

"Yes, uncle... fuck me..." Aria moaned loudly, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. The war minister fucked her with the same intensity he commanded his troops.

Their bodies clashed violently, the obscene sound echoing through the room as he pounded into her without mercy. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her ass, leaving red marks on the pale skin.

"Holy shit... so tight..." he groaned, completely losing control as he fucked his niece with increasing force. The guards outside could clearly hear the moans and screams of pleasure escaping the room.

"Princess..." he moaned hoarsely, his cock buried deep inside her. "You're so tight..."

Aria bucked sensually on his lap, her breasts bouncing with every movement as she rode the war minister with abandon. "Uncle... your cock is so thick inside me..."

Evander gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he fucked her faster and faster. His muscular torso glistened with sweat, the battle scars standing out in the candlelight.

"Harder," she moaned, throwing her head back. "Fuck me hard, uncle... show me how a man of war treats a woman..."

The obscene sound of their bodies slamming together filled the room, mixed with the increasingly loud moans from both of them. Evander completely lost control, hammering into her with brutal force while squeezing her ass hard enough to leave marks.

"I'm gonna fill you with cum," he growled, feeling his climax approaching. "I'm gonna mark that little pussy from the inside..."

"Yes!" Aria screamed, her body shaking. "Fill me with cum, uncle... mark me all over..."

"Cum for me," Evander growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock..."

"Yes, uncle..." Aria moaned, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Fill me up...mark me inside..."

With a final thrust, Evander buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he flooded her pussy with hot cum. Aria screamed in pleasure, her walls clenching around him as her own orgasm crashed through her.

"Fuck... so good..." she whimpered, collapsing against his chest. His torso was slick with sweat, his heart pounding against his cheek.

They like stayed that for several moments, both panting heavily. Finally, Evander's rationality began to return, and with it came crushing guilt.

"Your Highness... what have we done?" he whispered hoarsely. "This was... we shouldn't have..."

Aria silenced him with a soft kiss. "Shhhh... don't worry, uncle. This will be our little secret. After all, a princess needs someone she can trust completely during wartime, doesn't she?"

She climbed off his lap, adjusting her dress as his cum dripped down her thighs. "I'll see you tomorrow for more... war strategy lessons."

With a final seductive smile, she left the minister's chambers, leaving him both satisfied and tormented by what they'd done.

Aria slipped out of the room, finding the two guards with flushed faces and heavy breathing. It was obvious they had heard every moment of her adventure with the Minister of War.

"I hope you'll keep this a secret," she whispered seductively, her delicate fingers undoing the lace of her dress. "If you do, you'll be rewarded..."

The red fabric slid down, revealing her full breasts. The guards swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the pink nipples that had been exposed.

With an inviting gesture, she beckoned them over. The men didn't hesitate, each took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily as Aria let out small moans of pleasure. Their tongues circled her nipples while their large hands squeezed the soft flesh.

"Good boys," she purred, petting their heads as they continued to suckle her breasts. "Now I know I can trust you..."

"This..." Aria whispered as the guards continued to suck her breasts hungrily. "Enjoy this moment."

Their warm tongues circled her sensitive nipples while his large hands squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts. She let out small moans of pleasure, fueling their desire even more.

After a few minutes of intense pleasure, she gently pushed them away, adjusting her dress back into place. "You were very good," she smiled mischievously. "And good soldiers deserve rewards..."

She didn't specify what those rewards would be, letting their fertile minds imagine the possibilities. With one last seductive smile, she walked away down the hallway, her hips swaying sensually.

The guards stood there, panting and excited, watching her leave while their minds already fantasized about what pleasures the princess could provide them in the future.

"See you later, boys," she sang over her shoulder, leaving them with their imaginations racing and their limbs painfully stiff inside their armor.

Aria then headed towards her room.

Entering her chambers, Aria carefully closed the door and sighed in relief when she saw that there were no servants present. She herself had requested the emperor that no maids attend to her that night, claiming that she needed privacy after the recent events.

"Perfect," she muttered to herself, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she headed to the bathroom attached to the room.

The royal bathroom was spacious, with a large marble bathtub. Aria let her red dress slide down her body, revealing her bare skin marked by Evander's strong hands.

She stepped into the warm water, moaning softly as the heat enveloped her body. Her fingers slid between her legs, feeling the minister's cum still dripping from her intimacy.

"Uncle Evander was so strong," she whispered to herself, remembering how the man had lost all control in her arms. "But that was just the beginning."

As she washed, Aria thought about her next targets. Her father, brothers, and uncles.

Aria scrubbed every inch of her body, removing all traces of Evander but keeping the soft scent she knew her father loved. Her fingers lingered on her breasts, caressing the pink nipples until they were hard.

"Daddy," she whispered, testing the word on her lips as her hand slid between her legs again. "Daddy..."

The water ran down her body as she stepped out of the tub, crystal clear drops sliding down her curves. She didn't dry herself completely, leaving her skin slightly damp and glistening in the candlelight.

Instead of putting on a nightgown, Aria walked naked to the bed, lying down on the silk sheets. She positioned herself strategically, on her side, with one leg slightly bent, revealing enough to tempt, but not all at once.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, a silent invitation. Aria closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, her breathing deliberately deep and rhythmic. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

Charles walked through the castle corridors, his mind tormented by thoughts he knew were forbidden. Ever since that night in the mine, when he had possessed his own daughter, he had been unable to think of anything else. The guilt consumed him, but the desire was even stronger.

He had tried to stay away, focusing on the threats of war and the affairs of the kingdom. But every time he saw Aria, every time he smelled her scent or heard her voice, his body betrayed his mind.

His steps took him, almost unconsciously, to the hallway where Aria's quarters were. He should have gone on, gone back to his own rooms, but something stopped him. The door was ajar, like a whisper of temptation.

"Just to check if she's okay. This time it's just to check," he lied to himself, silently approaching.

Through the opening, he saw his daughter lying on the bed, completely naked. The candlelight danced over her damp skin, highlighting every perfect curve of her body. Charles felt his member harden instantly, pressing painfully against his pants.

"I mustn't," he whispered to himself, but his eyes remained fixed on the tantalizing sight.

Aria shifted slightly in her sleep, her leg sliding over the sheets, revealing more of her private parts. A small moan escaped her lips, as if she were having a pleasurable dream.

Charles could resist no longer. Silently, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. Every step towards the bed was a battle between his duty as a father and his desire as a man.

He stood beside the bed, taking in his daughter's naked body. His hand trembled as he finally reached out to touch the soft skin of her shoulder.

"I miss you... husband..." Aria mumbled sleepily, turning towards the touch.

Charles froze, his hand still on her skin. Was she dreaming of Han? The thought should have made him recoil, but instead, something snapped inside him. If she thought he was her husband, maybe… maybe he could be her husband again…

"I'm here," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Aria smiled in her "sleep," her arms reaching out to him. "I missed you... I need you..."

Charles abandoned his last hesitations. If she wanted him, even in a dream, he would not deny it, he would once again fulfill her wish. Quickly, he removed his clothes, revealing his muscular body and his fully erect member.

Sliding into bed beside her, Charles allowed his hands to explore Aria's body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her thighs. Every touch made his desire grow, every moan from her fueling his lust.

"I'll give you what you need," he whispered, positioning himself between her legs.

Charles felt his cock throb painfully, the head already wet with pre-cum rubbing against her bare thigh. He positioned himself between her legs, gently pushing them apart as he studied her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and rhythmic as if she were sleeping, though her lips were slightly parted.

"I'm here," he whispered, sliding a hand down her body until he reached her pussy. His fingers found her already wet entrance, making him moan softly. " This pussy is already wet... This daughter of mine is a whore..."

Aria let out a soft moan in her "sleep," her legs opening a little wider as if instinctively responding to his touch. Charles slid a finger inside her, feeling her warm, tight walls enveloping him. He added a second finger, moving them slowly in and out.

"Husband..." she moaned softly, her body arching slightly against his fingers.

Charles couldn't hold back any longer. He positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance and began to slowly thrust. Every time he penetrated her pussy the sensation was indescribable, hot, tight, perfect. He bit his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as he sank completely inside her.

"Fuck," he growled, keeping his voice low. "So hot..."

Aria kept up the pretense of sleep, though her body responded to every movement. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, her hard nipples brushing against Charles's muscular chest. Her pussy squeezed his cock rhythmically, as if sucking him deeper.

Charles began to move, slowly at first, watching her face for any sign that she was waking. But Aria maintained the perfect illusion of being sound asleep, only letting out small moans and sighs that could easily have belonged to an erotic dream.

"That's it, darling," he murmured, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts. "Feel your husband inside you."

The wet sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mixing with Charles's restrained moans and Aria's dreamy sighs. He held her hips now, lifting them slightly so he could penetrate her deeper.

"So hot," he grunted, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

Aria let her head roll to the side, as if she were moving in her sleep. Her parted lips let out a longer moan as Charles hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

"That's it, honey," he encouraged, hammering against that spot repeatedly. "Come for your husband."

Aria's body began to tremble slightly, her pussy squeezing his cock tighter. Charles felt his own orgasm approaching, but he was determined to make her cum first, even if she was "asleep."

"I'm going to fill you with cum," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper.

Aria's body responded with a stronger tremor, her pussy contracting violently around his cock as she came in her "sleep." Charles could hold back no longer. With one final, deep thrust, he buried his cock to the base and exploded inside her, spurting hot jets of cum that completely filled her pussy.

"Fuck...so good..." he groaned, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he continued to pump slowly, ensuring that every drop of his cum was deposited inside her.

Aria let out a contented sigh in her "sleep", her body relaxing against the sheets as Charles' cum slowly dripped from her pussy.

Charles remained above Aria for a few moments, his body still shaking with the final spasms of his orgasm. He watched her face, so serene in her "sleep," her lips slightly parted, her breathing deep and rhythmic. His cum dripped from her pussy, staining the silk sheets.

"So beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to gently kiss her neck.

Aria responded with a sleepy murmur, turning slightly as if adjusting in her sleep. The movement exposed even more of her body to him, her round buttocks now partially visible.

Charles felt his cock begin to harden again, even though he had just come. There was something about her vulnerability, about the complete surrender of her body, that excited him beyond reason. His hands slid down her back, down to her soft buttocks, squeezing them gently.

"Hmmmm..." Aria moaned softly, the same sound he had heard so many times in their secret encounters.

Charles parted her ass cheeks, revealing her tight, pink anus. He ran a finger along the entrance, feeling her tightness under his touch. His cum, still dripping from her pussy, provided the perfect lubrication. He collected some with his fingers and spread it around her asshole, massaging the entrance slowly.

Charles couldn't wait any longer. His cock was fully hard again, throbbing with need. He positioned himself behind her, pressing the head of his member against her now more relaxed anus.

"I'm going to fuck you like you deserve," he grunted, thrusting slowly.

The head of his cock forced its way in, the ring of muscle gradually giving way until he slid in. The sensation was incredible, even tighter than her pussy, hot and pulsing around him.

"Mmmmmm..." Aria moaned longingly, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing again.

Charles paused, allowing her to adjust to the invasion, even in her supposed sleep. When he felt her body relax, he began to push deeper, inch by inch, until he was completely buried in her asshole.

"Fuck," he growled, gripping her hips tightly. "So tight..."

He began to move slowly, watching his cock disappear into her ass and reappear, glistening with the mixture of his cum and her fluids. The pace gradually increased, his thrusts becoming deeper and more confident.

"Nnngh... ahhh..." Aria moaned softly, her body rocking with the force of his thrusts.

Charles leaned over her, one hand sliding underneath to find her swollen clit. He began rubbing it in circles as he continued to pound her asshole, determined to pleasure her even in her "sleep."

"That's it, honey," he whispered against her ear. "Feel your husband fucking you."

Aria's body responded instantly, trembling beneath his touch. Her moans became more frequent, more urgent, even as she kept her eyes closed and her breathing controlled.

"Hnnngggg... mmmmm..." she moaned, her asshole squeezing his cock rhythmically.

Charles increased his pace, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with each thrust. He was lost in the pleasure, in the prohibition of the act, in the complete surrender to his deepest desire.

"I'm going to cum inside your ass," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to mark you completely."

Aria let out a longer moan, almost a muffled scream, as her body was overcome by another orgasm. Her asshole contracted violently around his cock, sucking him even deeper.

"Ahhhhh... mmmmmmm..." she moaned, her body shaking uncontrollably.

It was too much for Charles. With a muffled roar, he buried his cock to the hilt in her ass and exploded, shooting hot streams of cum deep inside his daughter. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"Fuck...so good..." he panted, continuing to pump slowly as he emptied every drop inside her.

When he was finally finished, Charles remained inside her for a few moments, savoring the feeling of her asshole pulsing around his sensitive cock. Slowly, he withdrew, watching in fascination as his cum dripped from her now dilated entrance.

Unlike other times, he didn't feel the weight of guilt descending on his shoulders. Instead, a strange sense of satisfaction filled him. He had given Aria the position of war leader, a position of power and prestige. In return, she gave him her body, even if "unconsciously" in her sleep.

"Fair enough," he muttered to himself, running his fingers through the cum dripping from her asshole. "I gave you power, you give me pleasure."

Charles stood up from the bed, looking at his daughter's naked, used body. She still maintained the pretense of deep sleep, her breathing even, her body occasionally moving as if she were dreaming.

He dressed slowly, his eyes never leaving the tantalizing sight on the bed. When he was finished, he moved closer again, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead.

"Sleep well, my dear," he whispered, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Charles left the room silently, closing the door behind him. For the first time since he had begun to give in to his forbidden desires, he did not leave with a heavy heart of guilt. Instead, he walked through the castle corridors with light steps, satisfied with the unspoken agreement he had made.

Power for pleasure. A fair exchange between emperor and commander. Between father and daughter.

Everyone could rest, except Han.

He now had a goal: to find his brother who was on his way to the Quinn kingdom.

He teleported to his house in Berovia and then headed towards the border of the Quinn kingdom, it was the fastest way.

After an hour or two flying at full speed, he saw signs of campfires and tents on the horizon.

It was the army that had stopped to rest before continuing. Han couldn't calculate, but there were more than 100 thousand soldiers.

Unseen, Han entered the army and easily located the most luxurious tent where the general of that battalion was, then he found James looking at a map with furrowed eyebrows.

''I think if you attack from here, you should be successful''

Han appeared out of nowhere, scaring his brother. He was starting to enjoy scaring others by appearing suddenly

James felt his body shiver all over when he saw a person materialize next to him.

He quickly recognized the person's voice and face, he took a step back and quickly accepted reality.

"This world has really changed, even my brother can act like a murderer." He said this as he put his hand on his hip, touching the hilt of his sword.

Han looked at everything casually, he laughed and sat down in the commander's chair.

"Brother, you don't need to worry about defending yourself, I'm not here to kill you. After all, if I wanted to, your head would be off your neck and you wouldn't even notice." '''''''''''''''

James nodded and relaxed, since Han could appear in the middle of his tent without being discovered, he didn't doubt that he could be easily assassinated.

"I believe you didn't come here just to talk. Tell me. What are you looking for?"

"Let's get straight to the point then, brother. Mom is very worried about you and has been crying all night thinking that you want to kill her. Furthermore, your goal of finding Old Zou will fail. He is not in the Quinn capital, even the clue you found in our house in Berovia was planted by me. I partly wanted this war to start too.'' '''''''''''

James was surprised by his brother's words. He could never have imagined that this war could actually have been started because of Han. In fact, if it weren't for the clue, the emperor could at most have diplomatic matters with the Quinn kingdom, but what he had found served as a basis for attacking.

''But what are you planning? Don't you realize that the Quinn kingdom is weaker than us? We are greater in numbers and power. Even if Charles has reached the legendary level, I doubt he can defend the entire country. In the end, it will end up destroyed and plundered.''

Han nodded at the words before answering and the answer startled James.

''It's simple, brother. It's time for our family to become emperors. It's time for us to be on top. The father has already reached the legendary level too. By the way, he is actually in the capital, fucking the emperor's concubines.''

James laughed, finding the situation funny, while hundreds of thousands of people were about to die, one of the initiators was actually having a good life.

''Aren't you afraid that I'll tell you this?'' James didn't take the talk of Han becoming emperor seriously, he only focused on the part about his father.

''I'm not afraid at all. Brother, can you believe me right now?''

James was silent and then nodded.

Han quickly grabbed his shoulder and then they disappeared from the scene.

When they opened their eyes, they were in Princess Ashley's room who was sleeping soundly.

James widened his eyes and looked at his beloved wife.

Ignoring Han, he approached her and with a light touch on her cheek he woke her up.

''mmm... honey... is it a dream...?''

Still sleepy, Ashley didn't believe it easily. Only then, after feeling the touch on her cheek, did she quickly wake up and throw herself into James' arms.

''Honey, I missed you so much. I was so worried that you might get hurt. How did you get here?''

Ashley said this as she hugged James and ran her hands all over his body. She didn't notice that a small nipple escaped from her dress, a swollen pink nipple with slightly darkened areolas.

Han made a small sound for them to notice that he was there, then James remembered his brother and Ashley realized that there was someone else in the room. Her face turned red before she threw herself under the blanket.

''Brother-in-law... I didn't notice you here.'' She replied with embarrassment.''Don't worry, princess. Brother, you have 3 minutes, we need to go back quickly so we don't get noticed.''

James sat on the edge of the bed, holding Ashley's hands as his eyes roamed her face and her already visible belly.

"The baby... is everything okay?" His voice trembled slightly.

"Yes..." Ashley held his hand against her belly. "He started kicking a lot..."

"Forgive me for leaving like this..." James began, but Ashley put a finger to his lips.

"Shh... we don't have time for this. Just promise me you'll come back alive." Tears glistened in her eyes. "Our son needs to meet his father."

"I promise." James kissed her deeply, savoring her taste.

"Keep this..." He took off his knight ring and placed it around her neck along with the green necklace. "That way you'll always have a part of me with you."

"James..." Ashley held his face between her hands. "I love you. No matter what happens, no matter what they say about your family... I love you."

"Time is running out..." Han warned

James gave Ashley one last kiss, his hand caressing her belly one last time. "Take care of our little warrior. I'll come back to you, even if I have to face hell."

The tears finally fell as he walked away, leaving Ashley hugging the ring to her chest, the warmth of it still present on her skin.

Han then took James back to the Tent.

He laughed and sat back in the commander's chair.

"There was no need for all that drama. The 5-minute time limit was just because you're being secretly watched by someone and if he noticed any movement in the tent he could suspect."

James' eyes widened, he didn't feel anyone watching him. But he believed. The emperor might not trust him and might have sent someone to spy on him.

''Brother... Thank you...'' He thanked Han sincerely. He was afraid that something would happen to Ashley, he didn't feel like he could trust the emperor and seeing her safe he felt at peace.

''Now let's talk about serious matters.''

Han then pulled a red stone from the system.

James was startled a second time, this was the real reason for the war. Finding a stone that according to rumors should be in the Quinn kingdom with Robert. Seeing one in his brother's hand he believed what he said about becoming emperor. With this in hand, anyone could become one, as long as they were willing to sacrifice countless lives.

''First. At that point I pointed out you must confront the troops of the Quinn kingdom. You must use the death of both armies to strengthen yourself. Use your knowledge to cause great losses to both armies. Charge the stone and use it as many times as you need. But at the end of the day it must be charged again because I will strengthen mother. She is currently level 18 and for her safety I want her to be at least legendary''

James gasped when he heard this. Was his mother now stronger than him? A mixed feeling of inferiority and happiness invaded him. Only God knows how much he thought about what he should do if he found his mother. He didn't know what to do, what to say. But now knowing that she was so strong, he relaxed.

He also looked at his brother in fear. If he is handing over the stone and him, does that mean that he may have already strengthened himself to the limit? He began to think about the recent deaths in the Quinn and Yuxuan kingdoms and felt that perhaps it had something to do with Han.

Han interrupted James' thoughts and continued

''Also, take these items. They are healing potions. Each one of them is valuable and allows you to heal yourself completely, even torn off limbs can regenerate. You must act it out during the battle. When the stone is filled, have a deadly fight with someone, get badly injured and then have an "enlightenment" and increase your level. Imitate our father in his glory years."

Han then left the potions and disappeared.

Seconds later a soldier appeared at the entrance calling James.

He answered and gave instructions and then spent the night thinking about what happened.

If he delivered this stone to the emperor of Berovia he was sure he would receive unimaginable rewards. Even the information about his father would be enough for treasures, lands, titles.

But in the end, he would always be someone's pawn. He would always be someone's knight. He lost the admiration of the Emperor of Berovia when he threatened his pregnant daughter. An upright father would never do that.

There was no reason to side with the royalty. There was no reason to stand against his family.

His brother now seemed to be someone as powerful and mysterious as the legends. His father had regained the power he had lost before. His mother was even more powerful than James himself. His family was so powerful that it would scare both normal people and emperors.

And he felt that with his brother's ability he could rescue Princess Ashley. When he weighed everything up, he made a decision.

In less than two weeks he would go to the slaughter and the Vogen family would gain another powerful person. He could not be left behind by either his brother or his mother. He must have enough strength to defend himself and most importantly, the child Ashley was carrying.

Han disappeared once again and this time he appeared in old Daisheng's room.

Already familiar with the house, he opened the office door and went to look for the old man. There he found a curious scene.

Daisheng was lying on the floor, his pants thrown haphazardly to the side, his hard, throbbing cock exposed, swollen with desire. Lingling, sitting on the sofa, was almost naked, only a pair of lacy panties covering her pussy. Her small, firm breasts were completely exposed, her nipples erect, as if asking to be touched, squeezed, sucked. She seemed completely at ease, as if this were an everyday scene.

With one bare foot, Lingling massaged her father's cock with a skill that left Han perplexed. The sole of her foot glided smoothly along the length of his penis, moving up and down with a mesmerizing rhythm.

Daisheng moaned softly, his eyes closed, his face contorted with pleasure. Meanwhile, Lingling counted gold notes with one hand, her voice soft and concentrated, as if she were doing something mundane, like counting change.

"One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine."

Each number was accompanied by a precise movement of the foot, which made Daisheng shudder and let out louder moans.

"Slow down, Lingling," Daisheng begged, his voice full of desire, almost pleading. He was clearly at his daughter's mercy, surrendering to the pleasure she provided so easily.

Lingling laughed, a soft, teasing sound that echoed in the room. "Each shake will cost you more, Dad," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of innocence and malice that made Han even more disturbed.

She continued to move her foot, this time with a slower but still firm rhythm, making Daisheng moan once more, his toes gripping the carpet as if he needed something to hold on to.

Suddenly, Daisheng moaned louder, a sound that came from somewhere deep inside him. His body began to tremble, his muscles tensing, as if he were fighting for control. "Oh, yes... I'm going to cum..." He arched his back, his hips lifting off the ground, as Lingling increased the pace, her foot moving faster, firmer, almost relentless.

Lingling's eyes shone with pleasure and satisfaction. "Are you going to cum now, daddy?" she asked, her voice full of teasing, as if she were toying with him, testing his limits.

Daisheng didn't answer, just moaned louder, his body convulsing in a violent orgasm that seemed to consume him completely. Lingling continued to use her foot, without mercy, until he finally relaxed, his chest rising and falling heavily covered in sweat.

Lingling skillfully placed the sole of her foot on Daisheng's cock and then the cum spread all over her foot.

''This will cost you a little more, dad.''

She then stood up and then, stepping on his chest, she cleaned the sperm and prepared to leave.

But before leaving, the old man opened his mouth. ''Daughter... the panties... I want them...''

Lingling smiled and then took off her panties, leaving her completely naked. Han could see her delicious body, small breasts and a pussy with very light hair. Her ass was thin, but very round and soft. Anyone would feel like giving it a good slap.

After Lingling skipped out of the room, Daisheng was left alone, still breathing heavily and with a satisfied look.

Han appeared and gave a cough and made a brief comment, "You are truly amazing, Old Zou. I have much to learn."

Old Zou's body trembled, but still affected by the pleasure he had just felt, he recognized Han's voice and replied,

''Young Han, maybe one day when you have a daughter, you will understand me.''

Han just laughed before getting straight to the point.

Han appeared in Daisheng's office and got straight to the point:

"Old man, I will become the emperor of this kingdom of yours. Tell me who should live, who can be manipulated. I want you to give me information about all the important people in your kingdom."

Daisheng choked and tried to process what he had just heard. The young man he had known as a simple merchant was now casually talking about taking the throne. He got up, tidied himself up, and sat down at a table to drink some tea to try to calm himself down.

"Young Han... you..." he hesitated, but seeing the determination in Han's eyes, he sighed deeply before continuing to review all the information. "The kingdom is divided into main and branch families. The main families are direct descendants of the first emperor, while the branch families are later generations."

Han listened attentively as the old man explained the power structure:

"Xunwei was the most talented of the younger generation, a descendant of a branch family. He had the support of all the branch families and was aiming for the main ones. He was directly competing with the crown prince for the throne."

"What about the crown prince?" Han asked.

"Inferior to Xunwei in talent and intelligence. His position is not firm, but he has the pure blood of the main lineage."

Daisheng continued detailing the power relationships, the influential families, and the weaknesses of each faction. Han simply listened, memorizing every detail that might be useful to his plans.

"How is the kingdom after my mother dealt with Xunwei?"

"All the minor factions are in chaos," Daisheng replied.

"Without Xunwei to lead, they have lost their main unifying force. Some are trying to get closer to the crown prince, others are looking for a new leader."

"What about the main family?" Han asked, watching the steam rise from his cup.

"Ah, that's interesting," the old man smiled slyly. "They are divided. Half celebrate Xunwei's fall as a victory for the pure bloodline. The other half fear that without him as a counterbalance, the crown prince will gain too much power."

"And the prince? How did he react?"

"Like a fool," Daisheng snorted in contempt. "Instead of seizing the opportunity to consolidate power, he acts as if he were already emperor. He's alienating even his most loyal supporters with his arrogance."

"It seems the kingdom is ripe for change," Han commented casually.

"More than you might think," Daisheng agreed, his eyes shining with ambition.

The pair then talked at length about their plans. Han told him directly that he planned to allow Charlotte to act. Daisheng, remembering how submissive Xunwei was to her, agreed that the woman had talent. He went into detail about which men were the most lustful, which women were jealous and traitorous. Almost every detail of their personal lives he could pass on to Han.

Berovia – Princess's Room

Ashley woke up feeling her stomach growl. After James's surprise visit, she realized she hadn't eaten all day, too preoccupied with the impending war.

"The baby must be hungry," she muttered to herself, stroking her prominent belly.

Normally, she would have worn something more appropriate to leave her room, but something about the necklace Han had given her made her feel oddly comfortable in her current nightgown. The light, slightly sheer fabric barely concealed her curves, and her nipples, now darker from pregnancy, were visible through the delicate fabric.

Barefoot, she walked through the silent palace corridors toward the kitchen. Chef Reece was still there, putting away the last of the day's pots.

"Princess!" he exclaimed in surprise, nearly dropping a pot. His eyes involuntarily roamed over her body before quickly looking away.

"Sorry about the lateness, Reece," Ashley smiled gently. "But the baby is hungry. Could you make me something light?"

"O-of course, Your Highness," he stammered, trying to keep his eyes fixed on his work as Ashley sat gracefully on a nearby bench.

As he prepared the meal, he couldn't help but steal glances at the princess. The dress showed off her curves through the thin fabric, and her exposed pregnant belly had a mesmerizing effect on him.

Reece continued preparing the meal, his hands shaking slightly as he chopped the ingredients. The chef couldn't help but glance at Ashley from the corner of his eye, the way the gown clung to her curves, the way her full breasts pressed against the thin fabric, her nipples darkened by pregnancy clearly visible.

"It's almost ready, Your Highness," he said, his voice sounding different, as if he was trying very hard to be "normal."

Ashley smiled sweetly, unaware of the effect she was having. Han's necklace subtly made her feel more comfortable with her exposure, diminishing her usual modesty.

"It smells wonderful," she commented, leaning over the counter to get a better feel for the aroma. The movement caused her nightgown to slide down even further, revealing more of her chest.

Reece swallowed hard, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. He served the dish with shaking hands, trying to keep his eyes down but failing miserably.

The princess ate delicately, small moans of satisfaction escaping her lips with each bite. The chef remained close, having to concentrate hard to hide the tent that was forming between his legs.

"It was delicious, Reece," Ashley smiled as she finished, standing up gracefully. "Thank you."

She left the kitchen, leaving behind a panting and aroused Reece.

That night one of the mansion's maids who had always had an unrequited crush on the boss had lost her virginity to Reece. He needed someone to vent his lust to, luckily he found one willing to give herself to him.