"I think I'll pick… Mom." he muttered softly, fingers brushing under his chin as if studying a poster.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in his mind. 'Alright… scratch the old plan. Time to make a new one.'
'First things first: follow the rules.' He knew this world inside and out, but unlike the high-end protagonists of stories, he hadn't been handed miraculous powers or the ability to make anyone fall for him effortlessly.
'Everything I want has to be earned. Every advantage has to come from me alone.'
'No shortcuts. No divine luck.'
The thought hit hard: 'The time I have is far too short to make my stepmother fall for me.'
A bitter frustration settled in his chest.
"Damn it… this can't be real," he muttered.
He paused, weighing the next move. 'The marriage is inevitable. That part I can't change. But perhaps I can delay things — even just a week. A single week could make all the difference. If I manage that, I might finally have a chance to do what I truly need.'
'And what I need… is access to power.'
He thought ahead to the Demon Realm. In this world, demons are predominantly female. That's how their hierarchy works. Most demons are born daughters, their strength and bloodlines blessed by the Demon Queen herself.
Only the main royal line requires mixing with other races to strengthen their blood. That's why noble blood is being sold off — a calculated step to ensure the strongest offspring.'
Kyle's mind raced. 'Before I get trapped in the political nightmare waiting for me, I need leverage. There will be many powerful females in the Demon Realm. I only need one. One SSS-ranked MILF could tip the scales, and a few more… could accelerate my rise even faster.'
'Yeah… the plan isn't bad at all. Not bad.'
Confidence returned in waves, cold and steady. 'Tomorrow, I'll have to endure. But the joke will be on them. I'm not moving in blindly. I'm not theirs to control. Not yet.'
'No. I'm going to make them all mine.'
The day passed in a blur, and night fell only to give way to morning once again. By the time Kyle awoke, a carriage had already been prepared to take him away.
As he stepped out, he saw them all: his brother, his stepbrother, his mother, his stepmother, and his brother's wife. They stood together in silence, the carriage waiting. It wasn't a ceremonial departure, no trumpets, no crowd of well-wishers—just a simple conveyance, a reminder that Kyle's fate was no longer in his own hands.
'So this is how they send me off,' Kyle thought, masking the unease in his chest.
Guided by the guards, he approached his stepbrother first. Marcus gave a polite nod, voice measured. "I wish you a safe journey, my brother."
Then came the glare. Spiteful, taunting, the kind that reminded Kyle how little claim he had over anything now. Marcus always had that air of superiority, and it was clear he intended to keep it.
'Alright… let's see who gets what they deserve,' Kyle muttered quietly, turning away.
Without another word, he stepped into the carriage and muttered to the driver, "Let's get this over with already."
The carriage began its journey toward the Demon Realm. The road was long, winding through lands both familiar and strange.
Along the way, they passed through multiple barriers, each more dangerous than the last. Outside of every protective seal, danger lurked. Soldiers accompanied the carriage to ensure it passed safely, and only with their protection could Kyle hope to survive the journey.
Finally, they arrived at the threshold of the Demon Realm. The air shimmered with a strange, pulsating energy. It was alive, almost sentient, and it seemed to measure him. Step too early, step without permission, and he could be incinerated on the spot.
'This… this is it,' Kyle thought, staring into the swirling energy. 'What am I supposed to do? Just walk in? I expected someone—anyone—to guide me.'
He took a heavy breath. "Well… let's get this over with."
His hand reached out, fingertips brushing the shimmering barrier. It didn't repel him. No pain, no shock—just a gentle hum under his touch. 'They've granted me access,' he realized.
Decision made, he stepped forward. The magic field enveloped him. His feet staggered at first, eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming force. Heart pounding, he moved carefully, one step at a time, until he finally stopped and opened his eyes.
Standing in front of him was
'Boobies…' Kyle muttered almost to himself. 'MILF… Holy MILF.' he thought, his eyes taking in every detail.
She had short black hair that framed her face, and her figure was impossible to ignore. Her chest was impressively large, drawing his attention the moment he stepped into the clearing.
Surrounding them were towering forest trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves in scattered beams. She stood in the middle of a narrow path, relaxed, almost carefree, a gentle, almost naive smile on her lips.
Her outfit—or what counted as one—was little more than a thin, black cloth that stretched tightly across her chest and wrapped down to cover her lower torso.
'Oh, who the hell is this MILF?' The thought hit him, sharp and sudden, half-confounded, half-excited. Then she smiled—a slow, knowing curve of her lips—and muttered,
"Welcome. Welcome, my liege." She bowed, and with that slight movement, her ass cheeks rippled violently behind her. 'Damn… look at that ass… shaking with every inch of that bow. She's… stacked.'
As she straightened, she spoke again. "My name is Naoya, and I will be your escort today."
"Escort?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow, already intrigued.
She nodded demurely. "Yes. I am to escort you to the area where your wife awaits."
'Wife…? Wait, what? Is this really the demon realm? Everything looks… human… trees, sky… but maybe…' His eyes roamed the surroundings, then back to her. 'Naoya… my escort… huh. Not bad.'
Her cheeks warmed slightly, almost shyly.
"A man said I'm nice? Oh my God… this has to be one of the luckiest days of my life," she murmured, almost to herself.
'Unbelievable… I don't even believe this bitch.'
Kyle chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Um… hi. I'm Kyle. Wait—let me introduce myself properly."
She hesitated, blush deepening. "No… no, isn't that… a bit much? I mean… we just met."
'Huh? What the hell does she mean?'
"I mean… when a man and a woman touch… don't they… make a baby?" she added, looking almost embarrassed.
'Wait… she's actually this innocent? Damn… she's never… been with anyone…'
A sly grin crept across his face. 'Perfect… I'm going to play along.'
"Oh… sorry," he said, feigning awkwardness, though his eyes roamed her body, lingering. "That's… my bad. How do you greet each other here… in the demon realm?"
"We… just bow," she said softly.
'Just bow? Oh, I can believe it… a naive little demon… fuck, this is too good.'
"But a bow seems… minimal, don't you think?" he said, stepping closer, letting his presence brush against hers.
"We could do a little more… our little secret."
"More?" she whispered, tilting her head, eyes glinting with curiosity.
"I mean… I'm your royal highness, aren't I? Don't you think I deserve… a greeting that's a little more… intimate?"
Her breath hitched. "Oh… yes… of course," she murmured, nodding eagerly. Her small frame seemed to tremble as she stepped closer to him.
'Hmm… maybe I can get a hug… maybe even more…' His mind raced as he imagined pressing against her, feeling her warmth, teasing her curves.
Just as his thoughts were about to drift further, she cut him off sharply, cheeks flaming. "How about… I hold your umm…dick?…"
'Yeah a hug would be….wait….what?… hold my…dick?wait...is… she actually serious? Damn!'
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