16. Mock.

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“Your Majesty, there is a diplomatic request to open the way to Persia and the Western Regions.”

 

The geographical advantage began to show.

Almost two months after the founding of the nation, trade requests poured in from various countries.

 

 

Among them were the Mei Empire, Persia, and even Srodia.

 

 

“They’ll be going through Agnil, right?”

“That is correct. Pirates have been steadily suppressed, making it cleaner than any other sea. It would be good to open the way for merchants in exchange for tariffs.”

 

Aran nodded.

There’s not much room for disagreement on this matter anyway. Opening the way alone secures massive tariffs, so opening it is the best option.

 

 

“Your Majesty, opening the way is good, but it cannot be the only measure. If foreign goods and merchants enter, there is a risk of disrupting the nation’s commercial power, so it is appropriate to foster domestic merchant guilds as well.”

 

Count Elin’s words were also valid.

 

Countless trades will take place in the future, and if the country doesn’t have economic competitiveness in the process, it will be devoured.

 

 

“Is that so? It just so happens that Hajeon (Lower Highness: Lamias) owns the largest merchant guild in old Srodia. It must be operating in the home country now. Let’s focus on strengthening competitiveness around that place.”

“Your Majesty, it is appropriate to nurture Hajeon-mama’s merchant guild, but you should not only nurture that one. There are many other potentially viable merchant guilds in this land, so please consider them.”

 

Aran paused for a moment before opening his mouth.

 

 

“Then let’s discuss that with Hajeon later.”

 

 

He knows nothing about the mercantile world.

He’s already overwhelmed just studying politics and various academic subjects.

 

 

“Your Majesty, Hajeon-mama is busy with the Magic Tower, so rather than that, nobles who are closely related to the mercantile world…”

“Enough. Let’s discuss it together later.”

“….”

 

When Aran brushed it off like that, Count Elin bowed and retreated.

If he keeps harping on it here, he might get on Aran’s bad side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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After the meeting, Aran went outside to get some air.

Butterflies were fluttering around in the beautifully decorated garden.

He casually reached out his hand, and according to his will, the space distorted, compressing flowers and butterflies into a handful of dust.

 

 

It’s terribly boring.

Just by clenching his hand from a distance, space distorts, so the only ones who can face him now are probably the Dragon clan.

 

 

“Sometimes, I have this thought.”

“?”

 

 

At his words, the maids around him perked up their ears.

Since there’s no one else to talk to, they’ll have to do.

 

“Politics is said to be about coordinating power with the nobles, but I wonder if there’s really a need to do that.”

 

There was a domineering aura in his voice.

Just by clenching his fist, just with that fear alone, he could easily subdue the nobles.

 

 

“I wonder if they would still try to lead me as they please if they truly saw my power.”

“Your Majesty….”

 

 

When the maids were at a loss for words, Kephala, the red-haired maid, bravely (?) opened her mouth.

 

 

“Your Majesty, if doing so would bring you peace of mind, it would be the best, but I worry that you might not hear the words of loyal subjects.”

“That’s why I can’t make up my mind either. Right now, I’m pressuring them by borrowing the status of Nu-nim or Moe Ujeon, but I wonder how long that will last.”

 

It’s nothing more than idle grumbling.

 

From the start, he didn’t expect the maids to give him a proper answer.

 

 

 

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Aran went into his room and let Kephala in.

 

He almost held her before, but Moe and Hancock came in, foiling his plans.

He had forgotten about it since there hadn’t been a good opportunity since then, but she caught his eye today.

 

 

Aran sat on the bed and beckoned her to come closer.

He saw her hands neatly folded at eye level, and beyond them, there was the voluminous skirt of her maid uniform.

 

 

Aran slyly reached behind her and stroked her buttocks over the skirt.

He only felt the soft texture of the fabric, but his excitement soared as if it would pierce the sky.

 

 

“Your Majesty….”

 

 

Kephala called out to him softly, but there was no sense of refusal.

From the start, she was the woman (?) who responded to Aran and gave him a massage last time.

 

“Do you want to move your hands?”

 

 

She shyly moved her hands away and back.

It wasn’t like he could see anything since she was wearing a skirt, but he was strangely excited.

 

 

He grabbed and stroked her plump buttocks, then slipped his hand under her skirt and caressed her buttocks over her underwear.

 

 

“Aheum….”

 

 

Her red-painted lips parted slightly, and she exhaled a slightly heated breath.

 

 

“Is this okay?”

 

 

He was already touching her, but he asked belatedly.

Kephala was a little taken aback, but she nodded.

 

 

“What safety is there for me…..”

 

There’s no way she, a Dragon, would refuse Aran in the first place.

 

 

Having heard her permission, Aran picked her up and laid her on the bed.

 

Then, he fondled her full breasts over her clothes and kissed her lips.

He pushed forward relentlessly, just like when he had sex with Seorae.

 

‘He’s so skilled….’

 

 

Aran was skilled, having experienced countless women, and she was impressed.

 

 

She lowered her hand and gently caressed Aran’s lower body.

A strange energy spread wherever she touched, and Aran could feel a different kind of pleasure than the massage he had received before.

 

 

‘There’s definitely something about Kephala…!’

 

Without ever dreaming that she might be a Dragon, he slightly tore open the front of her dress, revealing her breasts.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

Pporong!

 

 

Two mounds of pure white milk and the pretty pink nipples drawn on the tips fluttered as if asking to be touched.

Aran, not refusing that request (?), took them in his hand and brought them to his mouth.

 

 

“Ahng! Yo,Your Majesty..!”

 

A sweet moan escaped from her lips, and Aran skillfully fondled her breasts.

And on the other hand, he lowered his hand and caressed the crevice hidden in the bush.

 

Before long, it was soaked with a honey-like, sticky, and sweet liquid.

He had recently met so many perverted (Seorae) and strange (Isla) women that he wasn’t surprised that her fluids were gushing out, but even considering that, her speed was quite fast.

 

 

“You seem to be excited already. You’re wet.”

“……Yes…Your Majesty.”

 

She didn’t deny it.

Rather, she blushed and seduced Aran.

 

 

“This maiden is excited, hasoseo.”

 

Whether she was really a maiden was debatable, but her charm definitely struck Aran’s heart.

And on the other hand, he wondered, ‘Is she not a virgin?’

 

To become a palace maid, she would naturally have to undergo an inspection, but Kephala had been Hancock’s exclusive maid before Aran selected her. Of course, there was a possibility that she was not a virgin.

 

 

Showing a strange jealousy about that, Aran pulled his hand away.

 

 

“Then I’ll defile you right away.”

 

Aran was being mean, deliberately using vulgar words.

He lifted Kephala’s skirt and grabbed the exposed garter belt with force.

A red mark was left on her pure white skin.

 

 

“Kephala is mine now.”

“…Yes…Your Majesty. Please lower your speech.”

 

Aran slightly moved Kephala’s exposed underwear to the side and took off his pants, taking out his thing.

He wanted to block that crevice that was gurgling and spitting out water right away.

 

 

Boldly, Kephala reached out and grabbed Aran’s thing.

 

“Please, relieve Your Majesty’s lust with this maiden’s body, hasoseo.”

 

 

No man could handle a supremely beautiful girl blushing, holding a man’s thing in one hand and spreading her crevice with the other.

What’s more, she’s wearing a maid outfit.

 

 

A seduction that even a eunuch couldn’t withstand!

 

 

Not to mention, Aran isn’t a eunuch.

 

 

He soon covered her as if collapsing, matching his thing to the crevice according to her guidance.

 

 

‘Hehe…he’s just a human after all….’

 

 

Kephala smiled knowingly at the sight.

 

 

No matter how much Aran flies and runs, she is a Dragon and Aran is a human.

There’s no way he can handle it.

 

 

‘I’ll squeeze you dry!’

 

 

She confidently wrapped her arms around Aran’s waist. Just as she was about to enjoy thinking about Aran panting above her, something heavy and enormous suddenly filled her stomach.

 

 

“Heuek?!”

 

 

When his glans entered the crevice, Aran’s thing grew,

When it went past the glans and halfway in, Aran’s thing grew.

 

 

And when it was buried all the way to the root, Aran’s thing grew.

 

 

As a result, it became at least 50% larger than the size she had held with her hand.

 

 

‘W,What is this…?!’

 

 

Although this body is a virgin, it’s not like she has no experience with men. Her playtime alone is over 100 years, so it would be stranger if she were a complete virgin like Hancock.

 

His thing was bigger than any man she had experienced in the past.

No, it was more shocking than that.

 

It’s bigger inside than when you look at it, and bigger than when you touch it with your hand.

 

 

 

Tteoreureu.

 

 

Crimson blood flowed down her white buttocks.

 

 

Aran smiled happily when he saw it.

 

Jjuuk!

 

 

“Aeuek!”

 

 

When he pulled his thing out, she felt as if her intestines were being pulled out with it.