SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

"Ahh… Ahh… Ahh…" Loud moanings filled the queen room of the Royal family.

Queen Soya was twisting and turning on bed as she rubbed her pink cave entrance.

"Mmm… more… more… I need more…" She urged.

One hand was tightly pressing her chest and her other arm was busy satisfying the cave. But whatever she did, the irritation of pleasure isn't going away.

The lavish room of Queen Soya was covered in dim light as her moaning breath echoed off the high marble walls, her body twisting beneath the silk sheets.

Her normally regal prideful composure was nowhere to be found. The moaning, soft at first, soon rose to loud gasps as she desperately clawed at her bed, her mind utterly consumed.

"Kent… damn you," she whispered, her voice trembling. She pressed her hand harder against herself, trying to rid the eating pleasure hunger inside. But no matter how much she tried to satisfy her body, it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough.

The face of Kent flashed before her eyes—his sharp, mysterious features, the way he look only fueled her desire, driving her to the brink of madness. "I need him," she muttered. "I can't… stop."

Her hand grasped the pillow beside her, pulling it tightly into her chest as if it could somehow replace the figure of Kent. Her fingers dug into the soft fabric until the pillow ripped under her grip, the stuffing spilling out like the emotions she was trying to contain. She threw it aside, a cry of frustration escaping her lips.

Her body trembled, but no matter what she did, the pleasure was fleeting, leaving her feeling even more hollow than before.

She had tried everything—lavish distractions, countless self pleasures, even the most potent aphrodisiacs known in the realm. But nothing could erase Kent's face from her thoughts. The more she fought to forget him, the more vivid her fantasies became. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

She imagined him beside her, his hands caressing her skin, his breath hot against her neck. Hallucinations flooded her mind—scenes of the two of them intertwined, bathing together, sharing intimate moments that only fueled her unquenchable thirst. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to dispel the visions, but they only intensified.

"Why... why won't this stop?" she gasped, her body arching in frustration. She could almost feel Kent's presence, the weight of his body against hers. Her thighs wrapped around his waist. She jumping on top of him.

But every time she reached out for him, it was nothing but an illusion. A mirage she couldn't grasp.

The more she craved, the more unattainable he became. "I will have him... I will make him mine," she hissed through clenched teeth, her nails digging into the bed as her body shuddered with desire. She moved against bed, like inserting his things deep inside her.

Suddenly, she stopped, her breathing heavy as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her desire was becoming an obsession—an all-consuming fire that threatened to burn her alive.

And deep down, she knew it. "I can't keep going like this," she whispered, her voice shaky, yet determined. "Kent... you will be my fucking slave. One way or another."

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While Queen Soya struggled with her uncontrollable lust and obsession, the world outside was moving swiftly, filled with its own rising powers and ambitions.

In the vast business circles of the Nine Realms, a name was spreading like wildfire—Golden Rat. Fatty Ben, once known only as a sidekick to Kent, had now risen to prominence, thanks to the inheritance from the Fortune God.

His influence was growing like a tidal wave, sweeping through markets, trade routes, and commerce networks. Every venture he touched turned to gold.

"Did you hear? Golden Rat's new exclusive pets has already doubled in profits!" one merchant said excitedly in the bustling marketplace.

"I'm not surprised. He has the Fortune God's blessing. It's like he can see into the future," another whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Everything he touches is turning into wealth. Mana stones, rare herbs, enchanted metals—they're all pouring into his coffers like rivers."

Within days, Fatty Ben had surpassed even the most established families in terms of wealth. His unique methods of business—bold, unconventional, and often risky—had proven wildly successful.

Entire realms were now vying for his attention, wanting to be a part of his next venture. Even the Gambling Syndicate of the Nine Realms, known for its secretive and powerful network, had offered him a coveted position as one of their owners.

Fatty Ben reclined in his lavish office, piles of mana stones glittering around him. The sound of coins clinking together filled the air, a constant reminder of his success. "Heh, this is just the beginning," he chuckled to himself, rubbing his hands together. "Soon, I'll be the richest man in the realms. Who would've thought?"

He had always been underestimated—seen as just the overweight, bumbling follower of Kent. But now, he was the one making waves, his name spreading far and wide.

"Hmmhh, the world doesn't know what's coming. Our Plan is Working Master." he muttered with a sly grin, eyeing the invitation from the Gambling Syndicate.

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Meanwhile, in the secluded grounds of the Ron family, Kent's female companions were hard at cultivation. The luxurious palace where Kent had left them had become a place of intense cultivation, where every woman trained with utmost focus and determination.

Day after day, the women trained in seclusion, their cultivation intensifying with every passing moment. Each spell became sharper, each movement more precise.

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Back in the royal palace, the realms were in turmoil following the death of King Hoon Doom. Every royal family was on edge, unsure of who was behind the assassination, but knowing it was no ordinary death. Now, the balance of power had shifted, and whispers of rebellion, alliances, and treachery filled the air.

"The capital is in chaos," one advisor said, bowing before Palace master. "With the king's death, everyone is moving quickly, trying to secure their own interests."

The Palace Master stood, his expression grim. "We need to move quickly," he ordered. "Find the emperor. And prepare for direct emperor rule for a few-months."