The night had been a blur of passion and conquest, a chaotic symphony of moans and whispered confessions. But as the first rays of dawn painted the sky, a harsh, unwelcome reality began to set in. We had been so lost in our own world, so consumed by our desires, that we had completely forgotten about the world outside.
I woke up to the insistent buzzing of my phone, the sound a jarring intrusion into the quiet aftermath of our marathon of lovemaking. Marilyn was lying on the sofa, a single white sheet draped over her exhausted form, a serene smile on her face. Aila had fainted on a plush armchair, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on her own. And on the bed beside me, Maya and Chloe were a tangled mess of limbs, their breathing deep and even.
I looked at my phone. Eight missed calls from Tiffany. Five from Isabel. A dozen other notifications from the rest of my guild.
My blood ran cold.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, my voice a harsh whisper as I shook Maya gently.
She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Adam… you put in so much effort last night," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "We… we let you sleep."
I'll handle everything later, I thought, a new wave of stress washing over me.
"Do you want something to eat?" Maya asked, sitting up.
"First, coffee," I said, my voice all business now. "Then, a beer to relax. I'm fine with anything."
"Here's your dark coffee," she said, pointing to a pot on the counter. "And here's our alcohol stash. I'll make some breakfast."
Just as she was about to get up, Chloe stirred. "Marilyn and Aila have something to show you," she said, her own voice a sleepy murmur.
The mother-daughter duo, roused by our conversation, came towards me. Marilyn spoke first. "Let's introduce each other properly."
Aila, her eyes shining with a new, rebellious fire, began. "I'm in college, and I'm looking for a job. I have a scaredy-cat boyfriend, who doesn't have the guts to be a real man. But you… you're different. I think I… I like you. Would you like to have me on your side?"
I listened, my own mind still reeling. Then her mother spoke, her voice a low, husky purr. "Good morning, Adam. I'm Marilyn Johansson. I'm married, but I never knew what a woman's pleasure was until last night. Thank you for letting me experience it. You are quite charming, and dominating, but gentle."
I got a vague idea of what they were trying to say. "Listen," I began, my voice firm, my own kingly persona taking over. "I'm not a random person. And I'm not your usual fuck-buddy type. If you're trying to find that kind of relationship, you're in the wrong place. Because I'm not good with sharing. And in the case of my women, never. If you both want to be with me, then you have to leave your previous relationships. Forget about your previous men. Because I'm a little possessive. If you can't leave them, then just forget what happened last night as a mistake."
Aila looked shocked. "But we don't even know each other properly. Why should we break up with our boyfriends? Just for a one-night stand?"
"I never said you have to," I replied, my voice cold. "I just said, if you're thinking about friends with benefits, I'm not a man-whore. I have dignity. I'm not into the fuck-buddy thing. If you want to be with me, then forget every other man you have, and come to me."
Maya tried to interject. "But Adam, why don't you try to understand?"
I looked at her, my gaze sharp. "Listen, Maya. Remember why you love me? Because I'm better than other guys. Don't compare me to other men."
Maya's head went down, a look of shame on her face. "I'm sorry, Adam."
I got ready and went to open the door. On my way to the exit, Marilyn and Aila came running towards me. Aila spoke first, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I'm willing. I'm willing to forget about my boyfriend." She then showed me a necklace. "This was given to me by my boyfriend." She took it off and threw it on the ground. "I want you. Only you. You are the caring, powerful man I've always wanted. Please, let me be by your side. I love you." She was requesting it with innocent, determined eyes.
Marilyn pulled out her wedding ring and dropped it on the ground. "I don't want my pathetic husband," she said, her voice firm. "I'll file for divorce today. I don't care what other people say. I also want to be with you. I don't know what this is, but I know one thing: I will regret it if I don't belong to you. From today onward, you are the only man I have in my life."
I could feel their devotion. I first kissed Aila. "I love you, too," I said. Then I grabbed Marilyn. "You won't be able to leave me."
"I don't want to leave you," she said.
"Me too," Aila added.
After a little more conversation, exchanging contact details, we said our goodbyes, and I went straight to the guild room.
Tiffany was pacing back and forth, a storm cloud of pure, unadulterated fury. Jack and Ken were there, looking nervous. Stacy was also present, an amused, knowing smile on her face.
I entered, and Tiffany's rapid-fire assault began. "Where the hell have you been? We have a meeting with the President, and you're out gallivanting around? You are careless! After what happened last night, you should be more alert, not disappearing!"
"You know," I said, a slow, easy grin spreading across my face, "solving a very tough equation of four variables and one constant. But it's okay. Tell me what happened."
Stacy spoke up, her voice a smooth, confident purr. "We're having an interview, a little board meeting for Phoenix Capital. You're required to come and give a short speech. It's necessary to establish your presence."
"Okay," I said, nodding.
"We have done our job, Your Majesty," Ken declared, his eyes shining with a fanatical light. "But we heard you were in a shootout yesterday."
The room went dead silent. The air, which had been crackling with Tiffany's anger, was suddenly frozen.
Jack's head snapped towards me, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and a weary resignation. "A shootout? Bro, seriously? First fistfights, then you bring a baseball bat, and now you're in a shootout? You've literally become a problem magnet!"
"A shootout, Adam!" Tiffany's voice was a low, furious hiss, her earlier anger at my tardiness now sharpened by the memory of the previous night. "You and I were in a goddamn shootout, and you disappear for hours without a word? The risk to our operations, to me, has escalated exponentially. My mother is involved now. The police are involved. And you're treating it like it was just another Tuesday!"
"Don't worry, Tiff," I said, my tone casual, almost dismissive. "Everything was handled cleanly. No loose ends."
Stacy, who had been watching me with a strange, intense look, let a slow, predatory smile spread across her face. "You were in a gunfight," she said, her voice a low, admiring purr. "And you're standing here without a scratch, looking like you just woke up from a nap. My soon-to-be boyfriend is truly on another level."
"His Majesty was protecting one of his queens!" Ken added, puffing out his chest with pride, a direct reference to me saving Tiffany. "He is a true king, facing down villains to protect the innocent!"
"Okay, that's enough," I said, cutting through the rising tide of chaos. "It happened. It's over. We're fine. Now, what's this I hear about Human Resources?"
Jack threw his hands up in exasperation, seizing the change of subject. "Oh my God, don't even get me started! Tiffany said we're going to be working in HR, directly under Miss Harrison. Me and Ken! In an office! Can you picture that? I already got cold feet just thinking about it. I asked them to change my department, but they said we're 'better suited' for human resources."
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
"You're laughing!" Jack shot back, pointing an accusing finger at me. "I'll make you regret this! I'll schedule you for so many useless team-building seminars you'll be begging for another shootout!"
"Get well soon, buddy," I said, still chuckling.
Then Tiffany, her voice dripping with ice, said, "If you've had enough of your playful banter, we need to go to the Student Council. Now."
I followed her lead.
The Student Council room was a world away from the gritty, chaotic energy of the Hunter's Guild. Here, everything was polished wood, soft leather, and the quiet, oppressive weight of order. Sunlight streamed through the massive arched window, illuminating the fine particles of dust dancing in the air. It was a room built for quiet, serious discussions, and today was no exception.
Nari Han sat at the head of the long mahogany table, a queen on her throne. She was a vision of serene control, her short teal hair a stark, beautiful contrast to her crisp navy-blue blazer. Beside her, Hailey Banner was a splash of warmth and color, a nervous but genuine smile on her face as she organized a stack of folders. My own team flanked the other side of the table. Isabel, in her role as Student council Secretary, looked sharp and professional, a pen poised over a notepad. And next to me, Tiffany was a silent, analytical presence, her green eyes scanning every document, every person, processing data at a speed that was almost inhuman.
"Thank you all for coming," Nari began, her voice a smooth, enchanting melody that commanded the attention of the room. "As you know, the annual school festival is approaching, and we must finalize the budget allocations for the various clubs. It is… a more complex logistical puzzle than usual this year."
She gestured to the large smart screen on the wall, which flickered to life, displaying a nightmarish web of spreadsheets, charts, and overlapping requests. "We have requests from forty-seven different clubs, each with their own unique needs, vendor costs, and projected revenue streams. The problem is that many of them require the same limited resources—the auditorium, the gymnasium, the main courtyard—at overlapping times. We need to create a schedule that maximizes student engagement and potential profit, while minimizing logistical conflicts and staying within our budget. It is," she finished, a faint, challenging smile on her lips as she looked directly at me, "a matter of optimization."
I saw it for what it was. A test.
Tiffany leaned forward, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she scanned the data. "The variables are too interconnected," she said after a moment, her voice a low murmur of frustration. "If we give the drama club the auditorium on Friday night, it maximizes their ticket sales, but it conflicts with the basketball tournament, which is our biggest source of sponsorship revenue. If we move the tournament, we lose the sponsor."
Isabel chimed in, pointing to another section of the screen. "And the food stalls. The culinary club wants the main courtyard, but so does the music club for their main stage. We can't have them in the same place. The noise complaints alone would be a nightmare."
For the next hour, they went back and forth, a brilliant but ultimately fruitless debate. They were trying to solve a three-dimensional puzzle with two-dimensional tools. They could solve individual problems, but every solution they proposed created three new conflicts elsewhere. Hailey, bless her heart, just looked overwhelmed, offering suggestions that were kind and fair but logistically impossible.
Nari just watched, a silent, amused observer. She knew the solution. I could see it in her eyes. But she wasn't going to give it up. She was waiting for me.
Her internal thought: Let's see it, Adam Wilson. You've shown me you can fight. You've shown me you can lead. But can you think? Can you see the whole board? Show me you are more than just a charming brute.
I leaned back in my chair, a slow, confident smile spreading across my face. It was time to play my hand.
"System," I thought, my voice a silent command in the privacy of my own mind. "Activate [Sovereign's Arsenal]. Target: me. Source: Lily Harrison. Skill to load: [Computational Genius]."
A wave of pure, cold energy washed over me. It wasn't a flashy light show; it was a profound, internal shift. The world, which had been a collection of shapes and colors, suddenly resolved into a shimmering, holographic web of pure data. The numbers on the screen were no longer just numbers; they were living variables in a complex, multi-layered equation. I saw the patterns, the connections, the optimal pathways that were invisible just a second before.
I stood up and walked to the front of the room, picking up a stylus for the smart screen. Everyone stopped talking, their eyes on me.
"The problem isn't the budget," I began, my voice calm and even, but resonating with a new, unshakeable authority. "It's the flow of traffic. You're thinking of this as a static event, but it's a dynamic system."
I started to draw on the screen, my movements fast and precise. Lines, arrows, and color-coded zones appeared, transforming the chaotic spreadsheet into a clear, logical diagram.
"We move the music festival to the west lawn," I said, circling the area. "It's underutilized, and we can set up a larger stage, which will attract a bigger crowd and justify a higher ticket price. We then create a dedicated 'food truck alley' on the path leading to the lawn. This concentrates the foot traffic and creates a natural, linear flow from the main school building to the concert."
I moved to another section of the screen. "The basketball tournament stays in the gym, but we move it to Saturday afternoon. The sponsorship contract doesn't specify the day, only the weekend. This frees up the gym for the martial arts club's demonstration on Friday, which has a much lower overhead. We then give the drama club the auditorium for both Friday and Saturday nights, allowing them to double their potential revenue, which more than makes up for the slight dip in sponsorship from the tournament's time change."
I continued for another ten minutes, a non-stop stream of data, logic, and creative problem-solving. I restructured the entire festival, reallocating resources, creating new revenue streams, and solving every single logistical conflict with a solution that was so simple, so elegant, it was breathtaking.
When I finished, I put the stylus down and turned to face the room.
They were all just staring at me, their mouths slightly agape. Tiffany looked like she had just seen a ghost, her analytical mind completely blown. Isabel's expression was a mixture of pride and pure, unadulterated awe. Hailey was looking at me with her heart in her eyes, a look of absolute, star-struck wonder.
Nari was the only one who didn't look shocked. She was smiling, a genuine, brilliant smile that was full of a deep, profound respect. She started clapping, a slow, deliberate applause that echoed in the silent room.
"And there it is," she said, her voice a low, purring murmur. "The mind of a king." She stood up and walked towards me, her hips swaying with a new, deliberate grace. She stopped directly in front of me, her grey eyes sparkling with a dangerous, playful light. "That was impressive, Adam. Truly. I must admit, a man with a mind like that is… incredibly attractive."
My own skills, [Casanova] and [Incubus], flared to life, meeting her challenge head-on. I leaned in, my voice a low, intimate whisper that was just for her, but loud enough for everyone else to hear. "Are you sure it's my mind you're attracted to, Nari? Or is it the fact that I just solved a problem that left even you stumped?"
Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of surprise in her eyes before she recovered. She had thrown a playful jab, and I returned it by grabbing her wrist and pulling her close, my other hand finding her waist
She let out a soft, musical laugh. "You are a dangerous man, Adam Wilson."
"Only to my enemies," I replied, my own grin widening.
As we were having our little standoff, Hailey, who had been watching us with a confused but happy expression, accidentally knocked a stack of papers off the table. They scattered across the floor in a white cascade.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, President!" she gasped, immediately dropping to her knees to gather them.
I knelt down to help her, our hands brushing as we both reached for the same sheet. "It's okay, Hailey," I said, my voice softening. "Accidents happen."
She looked up at me, her face just inches from mine, a shy, grateful smile on her lips. "You're always so nice to me, Adam." It was a small, quiet moment, a bubble of innocence in the room's charged atmosphere.
Isabel, however, was having none of it. She cleared her throat, a loud, pointed sound that shattered the moment. "If you two are finished," she said, her voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness that was sharper than any knife, "we do have a meeting to conclude."
I stood up, a little embarrassed, and helped Hailey to her feet. Tiffany was watching the whole exchange with a look of cold, clinical amusement, as if she were a scientist observing the mating rituals of a strange, exotic species. It was… awkward.
After the meeting, Tiffany and I walked together towards the main office. "That was a risky move," she said, her voice a low murmur. "Showing that much of your hand to Nari."
"It was a calculated risk," I replied. "She needed to see that I was more than just a fighter. She needed to see that I could be a valuable partner."
"And the… other display?" she asked, her eyebrow raised. "With Hailey and Isabel? That seemed less calculated."
"Sometimes, even a king has to deal with court politics," I said with a shrug.
We reached the Headmistress's office. The door was already open, and Mrs. Amelia Watson was standing there, waiting for us.
"Adam. Tiffany. Please, come in," she said, her voice warm but with an undercurrent of seriousness.
We stepped inside, and she closed the door behind us. She looked at me, and the usual professional mask she wore was gone, replaced by a look of raw, heartfelt gratitude.
"Adam," she began, her voice a little shaky. "I don't have the words to thank you. For what you did at the bar. For saving Tiffany."
"I was just doing what anyone would have done," I said, though we both knew that was a lie.
"No," she said, her voice firm. "You were not. You were extraordinary. You put yourself in incredible danger to protect my daughter." She took a deep breath. "As the Headmistress of this school, I am officially sanctioning the Hunter's Guild. You will have my full, covert support. Consider yourselves the unofficial disciplinary committee of Northwood High. You have the authority to deal with the 'Ruthless Animals' as you see fit. Within reason, of course."
It was more than I could have ever hoped for. Official backing. Political power.
"And as a mother," she continued, her voice softening, "I am in your debt." She looked from me to her daughter, a new, thoughtful expression on her face. "I would like to invite you to have dinner with us at our residence. Just the three of us. I think it's time we got to know the man who is changing our world a little better."
(Isabel, Maya, and Chloe's Perspective)
Isabel sat on the edge of the fountain in the school's main courtyard, a fierce, protective scowl on her face. Maya and Chloe were sitting on either side of her, recounting the events of their night with me in breathless, excited whispers.
"We need to talk about something," Maya said, her voice serious.
Chloe turned to Isabel. "Promise us you won't get angry and dissolve our friendship."
Isabel looked from one to the other, her eyes narrowed. "Did both of you sleep with Adam?"
Maya gasped. "How did you know?"
A slow, dangerous smile spread across Isabel's face. "Now I know."
"Aren't you angry?" Chloe asked, her voice a little timid.
Isabel let out a long, weary sigh, a look of profound, almost sad understanding on her face. "You know, when he kissed both of you, I felt betrayed. I was angry. But then he said that his love for me would never be compromised. And I got a vague idea then. He's not going to stop with a little. He's a king. And a king builds an empire, not a home. A normal man builds a home, not an empire. But he's both. He'll build an empire and a home together. He won't be satisfied until he gets what he wants, what he desires."
"You know him so deeply," Maya said, her voice full of a new respect. "You really love him so much."
"I'm amazed after seeing your perspective on Adam," Chloe added.
"Okay, forget about this," Isabel said, waving a dismissive hand. "Tell me your story."
Chloe giggled. "We cosplayed for him in 'Daddy's Girl' outfits."
"And then," Maya said, her eyes wide with the memory, "he just… took both of us. At the same time. I've never felt anything like it. He's not a man; he's a force of nature."
"He made me cum just by fucking my throat," Chloe added, a dreamy, faraway look on her face. "I didn't even know that was possible. I think I'm ruined for any other man, forever."
Isabel just shook her head, a small, knowing smile finally breaking through her scowl. "I tried to warn you," she said, her voice a mixture of pride and exasperation. "He's a beast. An absolute, insatiable beast. Once he gets started, he doesn't stop until you're a trembling, sobbing mess who can't even remember her own name."
Maya and Chloe just looked at her, their expressions a mixture of awe and a deep, profound jealousy.
"But you know what the craziest part is?" Maya said, leaning in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"What?" Isabel asked, her own curiosity piqued.
"After we had both fainted from exhaustion," Maya began, "the doorbell rang. And when Adam opened it, there were two other women there. A mother and a daughter. And they were… stunning. Like movie stars."
Isabel's eyes narrowed. "And?"
"And," Maya said, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "I don't know what happened, but the next thing we knew, the door was closed, and the moaning started all over again. But this time, it wasn't just us. There were two new voices in the mix."
Chloe giggled. "He made a married woman and her virgin daughter fall for him in less than five minutes, just by standing in a hallway with a towel on. He's not just a beast, Izzy. He's a god."
Isabel just sat there, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her own face. The jealousy was still there, a low, simmering heat. But it was overshadowed by a fierce, possessive pride.
"Yeah," she said, her voice a low, confident purr. "He is."
"The way he shows his possessiveness," Chloe said, her voice full of awe. "It's not toxic. It's demanding and true."
"Like when he said we're not allowed to even think about any other man," Maya added. "But the point is, we don't need to. Adam and us… we're on the same phase. We can't imagine betraying him, and he would never let us betray him. Because no man can compare to him. His style, his excellency, his leadership… everything about him."
"Is perfect," Isabel finished for her.
"Absolutely," Chloe said. "Why would any woman even dare to leave him for someone else? If someone did, her mind isn't working. Like, for example, when Adam told that mother-daughter duo that he's not interested in a fuck-buddy culture, that he doesn't share his women with others. If they want him, they have to leave every other man behind."
"Because he is our king, and we are his queens," Isabel said, her voice full of a new, unshakeable certainty. "And a queen only has one person who has possession of her: her king. Do you remember the rumor that someone proposed to Lily Harrison?"
"Yeah," Maya said. "They said it was Adam, but then it came out that it was a prank."
"You also heard that Miss Harrison left her job, right?" Isabel asked.
"Yes," Chloe confirmed.
"She's working as the Head of HR in Adam's company," Isabel said. "And I am definitely sure she is in love with Adam."
"Oh my God, a student-teacher love story," Maya said. "That's spicy."
"It's not just Lily," Isabel continued, her voice a low, serious murmur. "I can see that Anna has affection for Adam. Stacy is in full-on roll. Tiffany's heart has been shaking for a few days, since he showed his power. And I even have a little doubt about Mom and Aunt Chris."
"Are you sure?" Chloe asked, her eyes wide.
Isabel said bluntly, "Me and Adam have a very conflicting relationship. Then why not Mom and Aunt Chris? They also sometimes look at Adam in a different way."
"We should do our best for our king," Maya said, her voice full of a new resolve.
"I will do everything for him," Chloe added.
"We are his queens," Isabel said, her voice ringing with a fierce, unwavering pride. "And I definitely know he will treat all of us with an unimaginable love, affection, and intimacy that even I can't handle all of it. And he will not show favoritism."