Reborn as a Leader: King's Debauchery, SSS-Yandere Harem and Evolution

'What do you mean by my real body?' Akhil inquired, turning his gaze away from Grace, puzzled by the words this unfamiliar mechanical voice had told him when he opened his eyes here, while it proclaimed that it was this voice which brought him back to his real body.

And this was confusing given, shouldn't his past life body be the real one?

[Precisely. You exist not in the present but in the future—a future where you have lived as King Lysander. You have spent an entire lifetime without any memory of your past life as Akhil, and ultimately, you passed away. I have simply brought your soul into this future. Therefore, your soul has traveled through time to inhabit a body that belongs to your reincarnated self, now bearing the new name, King Lysander.]

'....I see.' After hearing the information from the system, he was able to process that the memories he had were not of another existence but his own, which, if following the original sequence of his death, would mean he had reincarnated in this world as King Lysander and lived a life before being killed and regressed again.

However, this anomaly, which claimed it would bring him into the future, had interjected and brought his own soul into his own body, merging both souls together.

[You are smart; I see. Nexus was indeed right. I finally got a good host (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)]

'What's Nexus?' Akhil inquired before glancing towards the woman beside him, who, rather than appearing trembling and fearful of what was about to come, seemed composed and was looking at him.

He remembered the time when he—Lysanderic, according to his memories—had, in the heat of the moment, defiled her.

After exactly five hours, the soldiers and the holy knights from the monastery had barged in, catching him in an intimate scene with her.

Even so, he still seemed to remember this woman's words, which were not at all from a naive and weak person.

[Nah, just an old buddy who brags about his host. So, should I activate your cheat skills?┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌ ]

"I am sorry; I shouldn't have healed you, Lysander...." Grace whispered, her voice filled with frustration and regret.

She did not feel hatred towards this king, considering that both of them were inevitably going to be killed today.

Once she lost her position as Saintess, the high priest would clearly kill her to secure his own position, and the same fate awaited the king, who had become entangled with his own ministers.

A situation where she could feel pity for herself and this foolish king who trusted his own people and was betrayed through poisoning.

"What are you sorry for?" Akhil—now Lysander—raised an eyebrow as he slowly moved his hand towards her wrist, untying the rope before moving towards the bed to untie her legs too, causing her to feel slightly confused.

"Wait? Are you fine?" Grace clearly seemed taken aback, lifting her eyebrow while she lay down, glancing from behind her peaks that obstructed her sight from meeting Lysander, who was untying her ankles.

The black fabric over her front bust clearly disrupts her, making her tilt her head even further up to peek like the sun rising between two peaks on both sides.

Her blushed face, though beautiful, was simultaneously suspicious of this man who, just a moment ago, was acting like a dog in heat, tying her to the bed and preparing to pounce at any moment.

Now, he seemed to be a good, cute dog untying her.

"Don't you want to deal with that pope? Let me help you," Lysander proposed. Observing this woman's expression, he could see through her thoughts, which, at the very least, did not reflect a good image of him.

"Will you really? Why should I trust you?" Grace narrowed her eyes, folding her arms and pressing her thighs together, now feeling somewhat decent. With her hands folded, even though struggling to look at him, she still asked, maintaining a suspicious demeanor.

"Then don't," Akhil said, giving a cold look.

Considering both of their fates, he showed a semblance of conversation with her, but having received those answers, he had already reached the limit of wasting his time on this woman.

According to these memories that belonged to him, he needed to settle his scores with some people, as he never stayed away from taking revenge, neither in the past life nor in the present. 'Lysander seems long, Lys...hm.'

"Wh-whaaaaaa?!" Grace felt her eyes widen as her golden gaze reflected the sight of him directly standing on the bed before jumping down.

In all this, her eyes took in his full physique, unlike before when he had tied her down in struggle. This time, she finally had the chance to see his body completely.

Muscles covered him, with hints of sword marks here and there. Finally, the thing that dangled between his legs seemed to dance as he jumped out of the bed.

Sunlight seemed to kiss the swollen red head of the thing hanging between his legs, completely erect with a size comparable to her wrist, glistening with dampness of pre-cum due to the effects of the drug as he landed on the floor, the sound echoing in the room.

Thud

Her eyes widened as she saw the base of that shaft filled with nerves and throbbing, where two balls hung, dancing against each other.

'....' Lys, who had now jumped onto the floor, looked one last time towards Grace.

As he did, he noticed that her eyes were focused somewhere else, causing him to narrow his own gaze. He turned before muttering, "Pervert..."

badump

"...Khuck...n-no, th-this isn't what it looks like!—wait!" Grace, hearing his words, felt an arrow pierce her heart, causing her to snap up from her lying position, sitting up as she stretched her hand in the hope of stopping him.

But he disappeared inside the bathroom, not even giving her a chance to explain that she was not a PERVERT!!