Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

Celene was just like the shy types back on Earth. Innocent. Inexperienced. But deeply curious and aching to be led.

He knew her type well.

He also knew if he made his move now… if he backed her into a corner, kissed her neck and whispered something filthy into her ear… She'd melt. She wouldn't resist.

But he didn't rush. He exhaled, the hunger in his gaze mellowing just slightly.

He had time. There was no need to break her just yet.

"Tell her…" he began, his voice low and commanding, "…I'll be there shortly."

Celene flinched slightly—then nodded, eyes still not daring to meet his.

"Y-Yes, Sir Xavier," she replied in a soft, almost submissive tone.

She straightened, clearly trying to compose herself, but her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her entire posture radiated embarrassment and tension. As she turned on her heels—almost too quickly—he watched every step.

Her thick hips moved just like before—hypnotic.

But this time, her pace was slightly rushed, as though escaping something she couldn't handle.

Her big, round ass jiggled ever so subtly with each step. But now it wasn't just the sight that drove Xavier crazy—

It was the knowledge. She wanted him.

She was flustered because of him. And that made it all the more delicious.

His eyes stayed glued to her backside until the door clicked softly shut. He leaned back, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.

'Yeah… Lily was right.'

'This world really is mine.'

Straightening himself, he decided it was time to move…

His steps were slow but purposeful, echoing softly across the polished marble floors of the hallway as he made his way through the elegant corridors of the mansion. Chandeliers above sparkled dimly, giving a warm golden hue to everything around.

The path stretched long, but Xavier's destination was clear—the far end of the passage, where Lady Seraphina's private chambers lay.

He passed by a few servants along the way—some male, some female—but his eyes barely spared the males a glance. Among the females, his gaze only lingered on a select few. Most were too young, undeveloped, flat… not worth even a passing thought.

He was, after all, a firm believer in Milf Supremacy.

He held no interest in anything that didn't meet the standards he had honed through years of experience and indulgence on Earth. His tastes were refined—he didn't just crave maturity, he worshipped it. And now that he was in a world that seemed to cater to every perverse desire and hidden kink, he wasn't about to compromise.

This body may be eighteen… but his mind was older, seasoned, and infinitely more dangerous. He was after all, Earth's no 1 adult film actor, his standards weren't low.

Finally, he reached the door—large, arched, gilded, and carved with floral patterns. It gave off a certain scent… roses and warm spice. He recognized it.

'Seraphina.'

Without hesitation, he opened it and stepped through her private quarters.

Her bedroom chamber was as elegant and seductive as he remembered from the fragmented memories he'd absorbed. Rich silks, lavender and crimson drapes, scented candles, polished wood... and then, at the far end of the room, beyond an arched frame draped in soft fabric, lay the massage room.

It was dimly lit. The center of the room was dominated by a custom-made massage table, crafted from deep rosewood and lined with plush velvet cushioning.

What caught his eye immediately were the two rounded recesses carved into the center—designed to accommodate a large-breasted woman lying face-down comfortably, without compressing her assets.

Soft padding lined the edges of the breast grooves. Even inanimate, the design spoke of pure indulgence. It reminded him of fun times in earth when he had to shoot as a masseure seducing his client that came for a relaxing massage, he had multiple scene like that, and they're one of the scenes he finds fun to act out, and the audience loved that troupe really well, so he earned well from it..

Remembering the scenes, Xavier smirked to himself feeling slightly nostalgia.

"Fun times," he muttered with a low, throaty chuckle.

But no matter how good his times in earth was, this world is infinitely more better.

This world… This playground… It wasn't just a fantasy. It was everything Earth could never give him, and more.

His eyes wandered around until he heard it—the gentle splash of water.

It was subtle, almost soft, but unmistakably clear. His gaze turned toward the corner of the room. There, a bathroom sealed with semi-transparent glass screens. They weren't entirely clear, but neither were they opaque—just smoky enough to tease. The outline of a figure inside was visible... and what a figure it was.

His breath caught slightly.

Even through the steamed-up glass, her curves were undeniable. The water caressed her body lovingly, gliding over every soft slope, clinging to her skin. Her silhouette moved with grace, her arm lifting to wash her neck—Xavier could see the outline of her side, her hips, the swell of her generous bust pushed slightly forward as she leaned. Even blurred, her presence dominated.

He watched, a deep heat blooming in his gut.

"Damn…" he whispered, almost reverently.

'Seraphina.'

Even before seeing her face, her aura filled the space. She had the kind of body that could drive a man insane—mature, full, confident. Dangerous. The perfect Milf.

He couldn't help but imagine himself in there with her—hands gliding down her back, pressing into her waist, his lips tracing her neck as water splashed down both their bodies. Just one move, and the fantasy would begin.

But he stayed still.

Anticipation made the hunger sweeter.

Eventually, she reached for a towel, the blurred motion of her drying herself only sparking more images in his mind.

Then came the part that truly tested his self-control.

She bent slightly, lifting one long leg as she stepped into a pair of black silk panties. He saw her ample hips sway with the motion, her outline twisting as she reached behind her to fasten her bra—her arms arching, pressing her chest forward just enough that Xavier's already half-hardened cock throbbed lightly in response.

He gulped, silently.

The glass slid open with a gentle hiss, and she stepped out—barefoot, glowing slightly from the warmth of the bath, with a fresh scent of roses and amber clinging to her.

Her body was a vision.

Even clothed in nothing but lingerie, she radiated power.