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Chapter 15: The Chess Game of Desire and the Hero's Bet, My Two Dear Sisters and the Hero Unleash Their Power
Inside Dreamy's sleeping quarters, the Hero sat on the gold-rimmed sandalwood sofa, his hands tightly gripping his trouser legs, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. His stiff posture resembled that of a young boy visiting for the first time.
Listening to the "private matter" Dreamy had just mentioned, the Hero swallowed hard, feigning composure, though his voice sounded somewhat hoarse: "Your Highness, what private matter requires me?" Even as he asked, his gaze could not help but wander between her fair neck and collarbones, his mind filled with the lingering, seductive imagery from his dream last night.
Dreamy leaned forward slightly, the neckline of her gauze dress opening just enough to reveal the fair edge of her breasts. Her eyes carried a look of gravity: "This is a matter of great importance. I have discovered that the Minister of Military Affairs, in collusion with several other powerful officials, is secretly planning a rebellion."
Her voice was low, carrying a trace of worry. "The King's health is deteriorating by the day, and the healing mages who are fighting the Demon King's army at the front lines cannot return to maintain the King's health at this time. The eldest prince is also far away at the border and has not yet returned. As a mere consort, my abilities are limited. Even having obtained this information, if I were to reveal it publicly without evidence, it would not only fail to convince others but would also alert the enemy."
She paused, her emerald eyes clouding with mist, and her tone became frail: "As a member of the royal family, it is inconvenient for me to act directly. Now, in the entire kingdom, only you, Hero, have the ability to stop this disaster." Her voice trembled, as if she were a loyal subject concerned for the kingdom, her eyes filled with earnestness and helplessness.
The Hero frowned, stood up, and paced around the room, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes. This kind of palace intrigue was like a tangled mess to him; he was used to solving problems with brute force, and the scheming conspiracies gave him a headache. He stopped walking, his tone somewhat perfunctory: "Your Highness, this kind of thing... I am not good at it, and I might... not be able to help."
Upon hearing this, a flash of disappointment crossed Dreamy's eyes. She stood up and moved closer to him, her slender hand lightly tugging at his arm, and she said softly: "Hero, I know this is difficult, but I have no one else to rely on. You are my last hope." She leaned over slightly, her neckline opening even further, exposing her fair breasts to the Hero's view. Her cleavage was deep, and one could even vaguely see the edge of her pink areolas. Her voice carried a plea: "Please forgive my selfish insistence, but if you can help me, I am willing to pay any price!"
Her tone was humble, her emerald eyes veiled with mist, like a woman forced to endure grievances. The sight of her looking so pitiful struck directly at the Hero's defenses. The Hero swallowed hard, his gaze firmly attracted by her delicate body—the figure outlined by her formal dress, the half-exposed cleavage—just looking at it made his lower body harden instantly with pain. It was his first time seeing Dreamy so vulnerable; the once high-and-mighty consort had lowered her attitude so much just to ask for his help. This contrast teased him until his blood boiled.
However, he still had concerns. On one hand, he wasn't skilled at intellectual battles; on the other, he was wary of my existence, as I had always been by his side, and he feared I would interfere with his actions. Just as he hesitated, Dreamy's slender hand gently grasped his, the warm, soft touch bringing him back to reality. She whispered: "Hero, this is my final plea. Are you willing to help me?" Her body leaned forward slightly, her breasts nearly pressing against his arm, the temptation of her cleavage inches away like a silent invitation.
The Hero's gaze followed her neckline downward. Images of her delicate body from last night's spring dream flashed through his mind, and the giant organ at his crotch jumped violently, causing his trousers to bulge high. The large, hard member inadvertently touched Dreamy's lower abdomen through the fabric. The firm sensation caused her to freeze; she looked down, a trace of shock flashing in her eyes. The Hero's size was astonishing; his trousers were nearly bursting, and the silhouette of his member was clearly visible.
Dreamy was so startled that she instinctively covered her mouth and stepped back half a step. Her emerald eyes widened, and she whispered: "This... how could it be so large..." Her voice carried a trace of disbelief, and the image of the old King's flaccidity and my indifference flashed through her mind. By comparison, the Hero's member was simply a lethal weapon. In Dreamy's impression, the Hero's size was even larger than most of the demon world—myself included—with whom she had been with. Thinking of this, Dreamy's lust was inadvertently piqued. Her lower body moistened involuntarily, a patch of moisture seeping through the lace underwear beneath her dress, and her body scent took on a more wanton quality.
The Hero noticed her gaze and felt extremely annoyed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into. He hurriedly used his hand to cover his crotch, stammering: "Your Highness, I, I didn't mean to! This is just..." His face turned bright red, and the shame made him almost unable to lift his head. At such a critical moment when the consort was asking for his help, he had become erect so obviously; it was simply a great disrespect to her!