In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 151: [ - - ] - Don’t blame me for the consequences

Chapter 151: [Chapter - 151] - Don’t blame me for the consequences

The late afternoon sun bled across the western peaks of Auravale, painting the sky in violent hues of bruised purple and burning orange. The air on the private terrace of the Lord’s Manor was thick, heavy with the scent of crushed fruits, and expensive wine.

Leo sprawled on a velvet chaise lounge, looking every inch the conquering emperor.

He wore a loose silk robe looted from Caelum’s personal wardrobe. The robe was left carelessly open, exposing the fresh bandages wrapped tightly around his shoulder.

"Open," Seraphine whispered.

She sat on the edge of the lounge, her hip pressed intimately against Leo’s thigh. She was wearing a translucent gown that clung to her damp skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. With surgical precision, she peeled a grape, her long, slender fingers stripping the skin away before bringing the glistening fruit to Leo’s lips.

Leo opened his mouth, letting her slide the cool fruit onto his tongue. But he didn’t let her pull away. As her thumb brushed his lower lip, he snapped his teeth lightly, grazing her skin. Seraphine shuddered, her amber eyes hazing over with a mix of adoration and deep, submissive need.

"Good," Leo murmured, chewing slowly. "Another."

Behind him, Shadow stood rigid, holding a large fan made of peacock feathers. She was moving it rhythmically, sending a cool breeze over Leo’s heated skin.

Every time the fan swept down, Leo’s hand would drift backward, blindly finding the curve of her hip or the swell of her ass through her thin tunic.

"M-Master..." Shadow squeaked, her face burning a furious crimson beneath her veil.

"Keep fanning, Shadow," Leo commanded lazily, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh, kneading it possessively. "Don’t stop just because I am having a good time."

"I... y-yes..."

Across from them, leaning against a stone pillar with her arms crossed over her chest, Belladonna watched the scene with narrowed eyes. The Bandit Queen was dressed in her leather armor, but the top was unlaced, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage. She looked like she wanted to murder someone. Specifically, Shadow.

"You are terrible at fanning," Belladonna snapped, her voice dripping with venom, "You are shaking it around like a nervous chicken. Give it to me."

"No, I will do it!" Shadow smugly looked at Belladonna. Her knees knocked together as Leo’s hand slid higher, his thumb brushing the crease of her ass.

"You are pathetic," Belladonna scoffed, "He is sweating because you are useless. Step aside, little bodyguard."

"Jealousy is an ugly color on you, Bella," Leo drawled, swallowing the grape. "Shadow is doing fine. Besides, I love the way you look, My Sexy General!"

Belladonna huffed, pouting like a child denied a sweet, but she didn’t move. She just glared harder at Shadow.

Seraphine ignored the bickering completely. She reached for another grape, but her focus was entirely on Leo.

Her hand trembled slightly, and the grape slipped from her fingers. It bounced off Leo’s chest and rolled down, leaving a trail of sticky purple juice before landing in his lap, right between his legs.

Seraphine froze.

"Clumsy," Leo tutted, though his eyes were dark with amusement, "Please clean it up, darling."

Without a second of hesitation, the noblewoman leaned forward.

She didn’t use a napkin. She lowered her head, her tongue darting out to chase the trail of juice on his chest.

She licked a slow, wet stripe down his abs.

When she reached his lap, she didn’t stop. She plucked the grape from the folds of his robe with her teeth, swallowing it whole.

"Delicious," she murmured, her hot breath soaking through the fabric.

Leo groaned, his hand tangling in her silky hair, forcing her face harder against him, "Good girl."

CREAK!

The heavy oak doors to the terrace groaned open, shattering the heavy atmosphere.

Ryana stepped out, clutching a thick ledger to her chest. She was dressed in her signature crimson merchant robes, her hair pinned up in a severe, professional style.

But as she looked at the sight in front of him, she stopped dead. The ledger nearly slipped from her fingers.

Her eyes went wide as saucers as she took in the scene.

The Bandit Queen pouting by the pillar.

Her own elite bodyguard, Shadow, blushing and trembling while being groped.

And Lady Seraphine kneeling between Leo’s legs, nuzzling his crotch like a concubine.

Ryana froze, her brain clearly short-circuiting. She had sent Shadow to protect Leo, to be his shadow. Seeing the deadly assassin reduced to a piece of background furniture made Ryana shudder.

"I..." Ryana’s voice faltered, "I came to discuss strategy. Not to interrupt... whatever this debauchery is."

Leo didn’t even bother to push Seraphine away. He just lazily draped an arm over his eyes.

"It’s called ’Quality Assurance,’ Ryana," he said, his voice thick with arrogance.

Shadow, realizing her mistress was watching, let out a mortified squeak. Her grip on the fan failed, and the large peacock feathers clattered loudly onto the stone floor.

"I... I am sorry!" Shadow gasped, bending down frantically to pick it up.

"You dropped it again," Leo tutted, "You really are clumsy today, Shadow."

Before the poor girl could stand back up, Leo reached out. He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her down. Shadow yelped as she landed squarely in his lap, right next to Seraphine’s head.

"M-Master! Lady Ryana is...!"

"I don’t care who is watching," Leo whispered in her ear, his voice dropping an octave. "You dropped the fan. That deserves a punishment."

He didn’t hesitate. With Ryana watching in stunned silence, Leo slid his hand under Shadow’s tunic. He bypassed the fabric of her underwear, finding the bare, wet heat of her pussy instantly.

"Ahhh!" Shadow screamed, her back arching, her head falling back against his shoulder.

She was soaking wet. Leo smirked and drove two fingers deep inside her in one smooth thrust. Shadow’s hips bucked involuntarily, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself as her eyes rolled back.

"Look at you," Leo taunted, pumping his fingers in a slow, ruining rhythm. "So wet. Were you thinking about this while you were fanning me?"

"Yes... ah! Yes, Master!" Shadow moaned, abandoning all shame.

Ryana’s face flushed a deep, violent red. She looked away, but with the corner of her eyes, she saw the way her elite bodyguard was unraveling.

"Are you quite finished?" Ryana asked, her voice tight, trembling with a mix of anger and something else. "Because while you are... fingering my guard... there are actual problems brewing."

Leo gave Shadow’s clit a final, hard pinch that made her cry out and shudder, then he withdrew his hand. He wiped his slick fingers on Shadow’s thigh, marking her with her own juices.

"Fine," Leo sighed, nudging Shadow off his lap. She scrambled to the side, adjusting her dress, her face burning but her eyes hazy with pleasure. "You are no fun, Red Queen. What is it?"

Ryana took a deep breath, composing herself. She marched forward, slamming the ledger down on the small table beside the wine. She refused to look at Seraphine, who was now calmly resting her chin on Leo’s knee.

"I saw the courtyard," Ryana hissed, lowering her voice, "The Blackfang Elites. They are sharpening their blades."

"Tell me! Are you planning to hit Baron Volkov tonight? Don’t try to deny it."

"I don’t intend to," Leo said, reaching for his wine glass, "We do have a reservation."

"This isn’t a joke, Leo!" Ryana snapped, slamming her hand on the table, "Do you understand what you are doing?"

"Killing bandits in the forest is one thing."

"Killing a Lord who is fleeing is another."

"But attacking a sitting Baron? In his own home? While he is sanctioned by the Crown?"

She leaned down, her eyes intense, "That is treason. High Treason." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"The King doesn’t care about Caelum running away like a coward. He does not care about a measly Baron."

"But he will care if a wannabe adventurer takes over a city by force."

"An army will come. Not the local guards. The Royal Legion. And they won’t care if they have to burn Auravale to the ground just to make an example of you."

The terrace went silent. Even Belladonna stopped pouting, her expression hardening into stone.

Leo stopped swirling his wine. He looked at the dark red liquid, watching the light catch in it.

"Ryana," he said softly.

The playfulness vanished. The lecherous grin was gone, replaced by a cold, abyssal indifference.

He sat up properly, swinging his legs off the chaise.

"Let them come," Leo said. His voice was low, devoid of humor.

Ryana blinked. "What?"

"Let the King come. Let the Legion come," Leo continued, standing up slowly. The silk robe hung loosely around him, but he suddenly seemed to fill the entire space.

"But they won’t come for a ’scrawny adventurer.’ They won’t come to execute a nobody that’s for sure."

"They will come to negotiate with the new Lord."

The air on the terrace instantly grew heavy. It wasn’t just pressure; it was a primal command. It felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

Ryana gasped, taking a stumbling step back. Her pupils dilated instantly. Her knees knocked together. It wasn’t just fear.

Leo could smell it on her, the primal, biological confusion between terror and arousal. Her body knew it was in the presence of a predator.

Leo stepped closer to her, invading her personal space until he was looming over her. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the heavy scent of smoke, wine, and something primal.

"People think I am pleasant because I smile," he whispered, tilting his head, "They think I am weak because I surround myself with beautiful women. They think I am just a boy playing with a sword."

He reached out and tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. She flinched, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. She was paralyzed.

"I need to remind Auravale," Leo said, his voice vibrating in her chest, "That while I am pleasant to deal with... I am a fucking nightmare to make enemies of."

He held her gaze for a long moment, letting the weight of his words press down on her soul. He wanted her to feel it.

Then, just as quickly as it came, he cut the flow.

The pressure vanished. Ryana let out a shuddering breath, her hand flying to her heaving chest as she gasped for air. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and wet.

Leo smiled, the charm returning like a mask sliding back into place.

"You worry too much, Red Queen," he said lightly, picking up a grape from the bowl, "You will get wrinkles if you frown like that."

He held the grape up to her lips.

"Open wide," he teased, "Or do you want Seraphine to show you how it’s done again?"

Ryana stared at the grape, then at his eyes. She was terrified of his ambition. She knew he was walking a path that led to fire and blood. But the hunger in her eyes was undeniable.

She didn’t open her mouth. But she didn’t leave, either. She just stood there, breathing hard, caught in his gravity.

"Stubborn," Leo chuckled, tossing the grape into his own mouth.

The last sliver of the sun dipped below the horizon. The orange light died, surrendering the world to the blue-black embrace of the night.

Belladonna pushed off the pillar. The pouting, jealous girl was gone.

"The sun is down," Belladonna said, her voice cutting through the lingering tension, "The men are ready, Master."

"Good."

Leo nodded, straightening his back and looked around. There was the Lord’s Widow. The Bandit Queen. An Assassin. And an army of Blackfang bandits.

"Want to join in the fun, Ryana?" Leo smirked, "I could use a merchant for better negotiations."

He walked toward the door, leaving everyone behind.

"Otherwise," he said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he looked back at the city lights below, "Don’t blame me for the consequences."

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