In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 184: [ - - ]

​"Leo?" Ryana asked, her voice faltering under his gaze, "Did you hear anything I just said?"

​"Just admiring the assets you hold!" Leo looked up from her breasts, and smiled. He had completely stopped caring about the numbers long back.

He can always generate thousands of Gold coins and Silver Coins just by completing quests. and one of those quest was right in front of him.

​He slowly stood up from his plush leather chair, and without a word he began to walk slowly around the Ryana’s desk.

​Ryana went completely rigid, as her eyes tracked his movements through the corner of her eyes like a deer watching a wolf approaching.

Her grip around the feathered quill tightened as he got closer.

​"Leo," Ryana warned, her voice dropping to a nervous whisper, "What don’t you sit back? I have more to discuss."

​Leo ignored her. He stepped right behind her heavy, high-backed leather chair. He stood there for a moment, his gaze lingering at the back of her exposed nape.

​He reached out. His large, calloused hands clamped down on her bare shoulders.

​"Leo!" Ryana gasped at the sudden contact. His palms felt warm against her cold skin.

"Shsshh!" Leo dug his thumbs into the tight muscles at the base of her neck, kneading the flesh roughly, "You work so hard. Your muscles have become so stiff!"

"Hmmm!" Ryana could not stop a soft moan from escaping her lips. Her head leaned against his stomach.

But her head barely touched him over his shirt that her brain suddenly snapped out of that feeling.

Her head finally took control of her body.

​"Leo, stop," Ryana breathed, as she held his thick wrist, and tried to push his hand away. But he didn’t budge an inch.

"Do you realise where we are? Anyone could walk in."

"You care about others too much, Merchant Queen," Leo teased as his fingers gently brushed against her skin, sending shivers all over her body.

Leo leaned down over her, as he slowly traced his index finger down her pale neck, and along the sharp line of her collarbone.

"Let them come. Let them see. Let them enjoy." Leo whispered in her ear, his warm breath tingling her all over.

​Then, his finger moved lower, as his fingertip slipped right over her dress, trailing down into the deep, shadowy valley of her cleavage.

​Ryana shuddered violently as his finger got closer and closer to her breasts. Her breathing instantly quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

But in all that, as if her limbs lost all energy that she did not try and stop him.​

"We should focus on important things," Ryana barely managed to say between her breaths.

​"I am focusing on the important stuff," Leo whispered, leaning his face right next to hers. He could smell the fragrant smell of rosewater on her.

​He slid his hand fully over her right breast, grabbing the heavy weight of it through the silk dress. He squeezed it roughly, kneading the soft flesh and rolling the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

​Ryana’s eyes fluttered shut. She bit down hard on her own lip behind her veil to keep from crying out.

​"You have been very grumpy lately, Red Queen," Leo murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, "You snap at Shadow for no reason. You glare at me during the dinner. What’s wrong?"

​"Ehh!" He squeezed her breast harder, pulling a stifled whine from her throat.

​"Are you jealous?" Leo asked.

​"I am... Why would I be jealous? Of whom?" Ryana panted, trying to pry his hand off her chest, but her grip was weak. She didn’t really want him to stop.

​"Are you sure?" Leo teased, his voice a low, vibrating growl against her skin, "Are you jealous that Shadow gets to feel me inside of her, while you can only walk on us? Is that it?"

​He slid his other hand down to her hip, gripping the curve of her waist and pulling her back firmly against his groin. Even through the layers of their clothing, she could feel how rock-hard he was.

​"Or maybe," Leo continued, grinding his hips slowly against the back of her chair, "You are jealous that Seraphine gets to sleep in my bed. That she gets to moan my name all night while you sleep alone in your big, empty mansion."

​Ryana shook her head side to side, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned white.

​"Or maybe..." Leo dropped his voice even lower, hitting the rawest nerve she had, "You are jealous that I can have two women at the same time, but none of them is you."

​Ryana’s breath hitched completely.

​The sexual tension in the office was absolutely suffocating. The air felt thick and heavy. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together Leo could feel her heartbeat hammering frantically against his own chest.

​Ryana slowly turned her head. Her veiled lips were mere millimetres from his mouth. She was completely captivated.

Her eyes were glazed over with pure lust. The Merchant Queen was ready to surrender. She wanted him to tear the silk dress off her body and take her right there on the table, surrounded by her ledgers and gold coins.

She wanted to moan his name loud enough for everyone at Silver Route to hear.

​Knock! Knock! Knock!

But a sharp, sudden rapping on the heavy wooden door interrupted them in that moment, breaking the trance, Ryana was in.

"Yes!" Ryana called out, pushing herself away from Leo.

​"Lady Ryana!" a clerk’s voice called out from the hallway, "The caravan from the northern mines has arrived! They need your seal on the manifest!"

​​Ryana scrambled to fix her dress, pulling the neckline up and smoothing down the crimson silk with shaking hands. Her chest was heaving. She realised exactly how close she had just come to giving in completely.

​Leo didn’t look annoyed by the interruption. He just smiled his wide. He was going to enjoy the hunt.

​He didn’t step away from her, and before Ryana could tell the clerk to enter, Leo leaned down one last time.

​He didn’t lift her veil. He pressed his mouth right over the sheer black fabric covering her jawline. He found the incredibly sensitive spot right below her earlobe. He sucked hard through the veil, biting the soft skin beneath the silk.

"Ehhh!" ​Ryana let out a stifled, high-pitched moan, her fingernails digging violently into the top of her desk.

​Leo pulled back, as he left a visible, dark wet spot on the sheer fabric of her veil.

​He turned and walked to the door, his boots thudding loudly. He opened the door, but before he stepped out into the bustling hallway, he looked back over his shoulder and gave her a slow, deliberate wink.

​"We will finish this negotiation later, Merchant Queen," Leo promised.

​He walked out, leaving the door open for the waiting clerk.

​Ryana was left slumping in her heavy leather chair. She was a flustered, overheated mess.

She gripped the edges of her desk for support, her thighs squeezing tightly together under her skirt as she tried to force her breathing back to normal.

"Damn it!"

~~

​Meanwhile, miles away from the bustling and prospering streets of Auravale, somewhere deep underground, hidden in a sprawling network of natural caverns.

Seven figures staggered into the main hall, dressed in ragged, burnt clothes.

These were few of the survivors of the banquet hall massacre.

​They looked like walking corpses. Their dark leather armour was scorched and melted in places.

One man was missing his left arm entirely, and a dirty piece of his robe was tied around the bloody stump.

Another was covered in severe, blistering burns that made his skin peel off in horrific sheets.

And the same case was for the others. ​

All of them limped forward, still leaving a trail of blood on the stone floor.

A man stood there in the middle of the hall with his hands behind his back.

​He wore dark, heavy robes, but his face was hidden behind a bone-white mask. It was carved to look like a grinning devil, but unlike the assassins, this mask had two twisted horns curving upward from the forehead.

​He was a Two-Horn Commander, a mid-tier boss in the Syndicate’s vast hierarchy.

​The seven surviving assassins collapsed to their knees at the foot of the dais.

​"Speak," the Commander ordered. His voice was smooth, cold, and completely devoid of empathy for his dying men.

​The assassin with the missing arm looked up, his voice rasping through his ruined throat.

​"We failed, Commander," the man choked out, "The intel was flawed. The boy is weak, but he is guarded by monsters."

"I heard, that Mage Aris was there," ​The Commander didn’t move, "But a single mage did not butcher fifty of my best men."

​"It wasn’t just him," another assassin cried out, shivering in terror, "It was the woman. The Usurper’s woman."

"One moment she was trembling in a corner behind that boy. But the next moment..." The assassin was so horrified remembering that scene, that he could not even complete his words.

​"Which woman?" the Commander scoffed softly, "That Bandit Queen? Don’t tell me you could not take care of her. Pathetic!"

​"No!" the burned assassin wheezed, "It was not here."

"It was another woman. She... She had golden eyes! She didn’t cast spells. She summoned raw lightning from her bare hands! She melted steel! She boiled Torin’s eyes inside his skull! She is a demon!"

​The Commander finally leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

​He didn’t yell. He didn’t draw a blade and execute his men for failing. He was a professional, and professionals did not throw tantrums. He sat there in the flickering green light, processing the information.

​A powerful mage.

A Bandit Queen.

And a woman who could control lightning.

​The Usurper had built an impenetrable wall of flesh and magic around himself.

​"Brute force against a monster is foolishness," the Two-Horn Commander finally said, his voice echoing in the damp cavern.

"If the Usurper has entrenched himself with powerful magic and the backing of the Crown, we do not throw more bodies at his walls. We dig under them."

​He stood up from his stone throne.

​"We change tactics," the Commander announced. He pointed to the shadows on the left side of the cavern.

​"The Usurper relies entirely on his women to protect him."

"We will strip him of his shields first."

"And then we will go after him."