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The sun hadn't fully risen when two men crossed the mansion gates: Felix Argyle, with his feline grin and relaxed gait, and Wilhelm van Astrea, the kingdom's living sword, whose eyes carried the weight of decades of battle. They had come to discuss the royal selection—but they would leave as property of my harem.

Felix spoke first, bowing with an almost theatrical reverence. "Emilia-sama, we have come—"

"Silence." My command echoed like thunder, and immediately their bodies froze. My hands were already outstretched, my fingers trembling with anticipation.

Wilhelm reacted first—his sword emerging from its sheath in a silvery flash—but it was too late. My divine powers already enveloped them like golden spiderwebs, penetrating their minds, rewriting their souls.

"Felix Argyle," I murmured, my fingers tracing the line of his tapered chin. **"Your body is already perfect... but your mind needs adjustments. You will forget Crusch. You will forget loyalty. Only I will exist—your god, your master, your pleasure."**

His green eyes widened, his pupils dilating like those of an enchanted cat. As my fingers slid down his neck, he groaned, his hips writhing involuntarily.

Wilhelm roared, advancing with his sword raised—but Elsa appeared behind him like a shadow, her blades crossed at the old warrior's neck. "Tsk tsk... don't interrupt the master," she whispered, licking the tip of his ear.

**"Wilhelm van Astrea,"** I continued, squeezing Felix's chin as he trembled. **"You have always been an obedient dog... but now you will have a new master. Your sword will serve me. Your body will belong to me. And when I command..."** My fingers slid into Felix's mouth, making him drool. **"...you'll lick even my shadow."**

Wilhelm struggled—his muscles tense, his teeth grinding—but my power was absolute. His legs gave way, first slowly, then completely, until his knees touched the ground. His sword fell with a metallic clang.

Felix was already on the ground, rolling like a cat in heat, his pants clinging to his body with sweat and... other fluids. "P-please... master... touch me... use me...!"

I took a step back, admiring my work. Two of the most dangerous men in the kingdom, now reduced to mere trembling toys.

Elsa laughed, pressing her body against Wilhelm from behind. "Let's see how long this old man lasts when the mistress starts playing *seriously*."

Beatrice appeared beside me, her eyes gleaming with magical curiosity. "Are they going to scream?" she asked, swinging her feet.

Oh, they were going to scream.

And the whole kingdom would hear.