King of succubus

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'It's peaceful to be back from home.' Alvine pronounced once again when he saw the invisible battle between Assiaphir and Yuer.

*Do you intend to leave them decided by duel? * Linn's voice awakened Alvine, who had long been immersed in his peaceful thoughts.

'Puff, as usual, this girl has the gift of dragging me into reality whenever I want to appreciate good things. I don't know what kind of pleasure she finds in there.' Following these internal complaints, he returned to reality.

"Yuer, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to hear for next time." He said in a decisive tone.

"W-What?! There are at least three vampires who have a temporal affinity. Even if their mastery is not at the same level as mine, they can replace me without any problem. Without talking about it that if the situation turns to our disadvantage, your clone can contact you at any time. Why so much injustice?"

"This is just one reason that pushes me to choose Assi rather than the other way around. So you don't need to shout injustice earlier before hearing my reasons. Just like Lilliana, who depended on my blood before I married her, Assiaphir is in a similar situation. Her new powers cannot be stabilized without my blood. In addition, she is a succubus with the blood of a primordial being; if it were not for Linn, I would already have taken care of her case as much as possible. But now, just seeing her energy fluctuations, I can say she is more in danger than before. So I can't continue to ignore her case by imagining the consequences she might face." He briefly explained by looking at Assaphir's ruby-red eyes, which could not regain their usual colors. This prominent sign attests to the thirst for blood among vampires.

'Her case is more complex than mine if I consider that she is the first mage to reach the primordial rank. In addition to the uncertainties about the side effects that may appear in her, there is also her thirst as a species of lust that constantly gnaws at her cultivation. No matter how much I look at her, she is always impressive for having retained her sexual impulses for millennia. I almost lost my mind by holding back for just one year. At this train, it is no longer a will; she must necessarily have a trick to calm these impulses; from me, that's what I said to myself, but seeing her resistance to the thirst for blood for four months in a row while even my queen could not resist more than a week...! Sigh, no wonder she is the first to reach the primordial rank.' Alvine listed these details as his eyes constantly roamed Asiaphir's irresistible silhouette with flawless seriousness.

"Sigh, very well; you are the master, master," Yuer announced, badly shrugging.

'How could he know I had problems in such a short time when apart from Sylvia and Sabrina, even old Vandel couldn't guess?' Assiaphir no longer bothered to justify her desire to stay alongside Alvine.

Since the person who knew the seriousness of her condition better was none other than herself. But on the other hand, she wanted to stay with Alvine out of whims and her desire to leave this planet where she had been imprisoned for several millennia.

Following that, "Yuer leads Miss Linn into the guests’ living room, and don't be rude to her. I have to settle some details with my assistant." Alvine gave these orders to Yuer while paying attention to Linn's expressions.

But seeing that she was not complaining about it, Alvine did not add anything else.

"At your command, your Majesty." She regained her noble aura after hearing Alvine's orders.

After that, she looked at Linn with inexpressive eyes. "I apologize for my unsightly behavior instead. But this does not mean I carry you in my heart or appreciate you. That being said, please follow me." After this clarification, she showed the way to Linn, who followed her nonchalantly without answering.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to have brought such a woman to this peaceful planet?" Assiaphir asked Alvine after Yuer and Linn left the throne room.

Alvine has not yet answered her question; he walks toward the empty throne and sits quietly with a relaxed air. "Don't worry; she is obliged to behave well. You know how septic I can be when it comes to choosing my allies." He said, lazily putting his head on the back of his fingers, whose elbow was on the throne's armrest.

"Hmm, I see." She said after hearing Alvine's nonchalant justifications.

Following this, she gracefully walked onto the golden red royal carpet and stood five meters from Alvine, then knelt and made a ceremonial salute. "Delighted to have seen you back, your majesty, even if it's only for one day." She then said.

"Sigh, I have already told you many times that these ceremonies are unnecessary if we are alone. In short, Assiaphir, what about the current state of city dwellers? Is there racism or mistrust between the different races on the planet?" He asked with a fad sigh.

"Not at all. Even if, at first, humans had trouble integrating or interacting with vampires, this has not been the case since Lady Rina shared the recipe for artificial blood with us. In recent months, we have been able to celebrate several unions, ten of which are marriages of different races." Assiaphir began her rapport with this news that left Alvine speechless.

"What a crazy speed! It almost comes out of the unimaginable!" He murmured with a skeptical mood.

"Fufu, it's ironic to hear these words from someone who got married after meeting his wife in less than a month."

"... What about the other significant details? Like the creation and integration of new laws or the exchange system?" He then asked while ignoring Asi's comments.

"Right, as the laws are not too strict, and the resentments are settled in the ring with the prohibition of murders, everyone lives peacefully without problems. But in order not to let them become lazy in their practices, we opted for a reward system and social status. Every achievement, as insignificant as it is, every breakthrough to a higher rank, and every victory during monthly duels will be rewarded with cultivation resources or new high status in our hierarchy. But not only that, there is even the possibility of being noble and living in the high neighborhoods near the palace. As for the exchange system, it is done not only with the mortal and divine spiritual stones but also with gold, silver, and copper coins that have your face on them." She then continued her explanations with a funny smile after seeing Alvine ignore her remark.

'Hm? Coins of money with my head? Where did she get such ideas? Sigh, I guess they don't need machines to make such achievements, thanks to the magic.' He said, thoughtful.

"It's a good thing that everything unfolds so quickly. But you don't seem to worry about the falsifications. Or do you have something against such measures?" Alvine then asked.

"It's true; every gold that city dwellers possess is remodeled by Miss Sylvia, who marks them with a personal seal, making the coins unique and impossible to reproduce for anyone else. So you have nothing to fear about this factor."

"Hmm, but what about the new succubuses on the planet? Did they show signs of revolts or something like discontent? You haven't forgotten this decisive factor, have you?"

"Of course not. Any stranger who comes to the planet spends an interview with specialists, including myself, to check their bodies, souls, and intentions before leaving them among the citizens. Those under contract by choice live with their masters in the lower neighborhoods, which are more luxurious with better conditions than their old residences. In addition, there are deliveries of cultivation resources, foods, and primary needs (clothes and others) that are made every month to permanently eliminate any revolt attempt or other factors that are likely to create discontent in the people's hearts. All the files are in your office; you will understand better by reading all the other reports."

"Ah~, I almost forgot; I also recruited women from the rooms and hostesses who will take care of the maintenance and the needs of the castle guests. But I didn't expect our first guest to be this woman."

Upon hearing Assi's report, Alvine remained thoughtful. 'Accomposing as many tasks as possible in so little time; she’s incredibly more efficient than I expected.' He said to Himself.

"Have you encountered any complications or delicate situations that require my intervention to be resolved?" He asked, even if he didn't expect much.

'I doubt there could be anything else. But confirmation is better than anything else.' He then said to Himself.

But to his great surprise, Assi nods. "In effect. Some situations cannot be solved without your presence. And one of them is the state of mind of your peoples, milord."

"Hm? What do you mean by that?" He frowned because of this detail that piqued his curiosity.

"Yes, the presence of the king is essential for each kingdom. The loyalty and recognition of citizens, the pride of nobles, cultivators, and craftsmen passing through the loyalty and morals of soldiers; all these factors can only be stabilized if the king appears from time to time before his people. In other words, nothing has yet been done to advance our goal, which is to create a powerful kingdom with citizens, blacksmiths, alchemists, or other craftsmen, not to mention military forces unique and special." She listed these problems that made Alvine think.

"But if you allow me, I would like you to take a walk to see what I'm worried about." She proposed by misinterpreting Alvine's silence, thinking that he was not convinced.

"Hmm, very well, anyway, I was planning to go for a walk to see how life here goes." He nodded on his side, following Assi's proposal.

An intoxicating smile blooms on her lips when she sees Alvine agree with her. "Milord, I will prepare your new one together and prepare a royal convoy."

"W-Wait a minute; I don't remember saying I would go out as the king of this planet, right?" He urgently stopped Assi, who wanted to withdraw.

"Hm? I don't understand. What do you mean by that?" She asked with confused eyes.

"Sigh, think for a second; what am I supposed to see when surrounded by guards and people who will try to act differently in my presence? No, I will go out as an ordinary citizen who walks while shopping." As he explained, a golden mask appeared in his right hand, and he carried it on his face.

"Sigh, Y-your majesty; you will be arrested by the castle guards as soon as you leave this room." Assiaphir immediately replied, guessing Alvine's thoughts.

"Urgh, because I'm wearing a mask? You haven't banned something so simple, have you?"

"I'm not talking about your mask, but about your clothes. You look like a beggar that is never found in this kingdom. Your hair is messy on your shoulders, not to talk about your clothes that are so...simple and weird. And also...

"Sigh, very good. Anyway, I was planning to cut my hair. As for my clothes, find me a new set that would go unnoticed in the eyes of others while I take my bath."

'Now that I think about it, she is so well dressed in these black costumes; she almost looks like an office woman if I don't look at her white horns and black tail.' He thinks while comparing his clothes to Assi's.

"Why would you like to cut your hair? Long hair is the mark of sovereigns, and this has the effect of bringing out your charm and increasing your majesty. I do not recommend it to you. Instead, let me take care of you before this incognito promenade." She said in such a confident tone that Alvine had no choice but to agree with her.

After that, he unbuttoned the collars of his loose shirt while paying attention to Assi's expressions, who gulped as her eyes became more red garnets.

"Sigh, as I imagined, how long have you not drunk blood? If you forget it, your situation is different from everyone on this planet, a single misstep, and you would risk big trouble." He said, telling her to approach him.

"I-it's not that I didn't want it, but it was just that no matter how much blood I drank, my...my blood thirst didn't disappear." She explained with her irregular breathing as she climbed the small steps to reach Alvine on the throne.

"Hm? Is there a problem with the artificial blood formula that Sebass had created?" Alvine asked, watching Assiaphir sit on his knees as naturally as if it were the hundredth time.

"No..*gasp*..it's just that...the...blood of others...are...

'!? It's more serious than I imagined!' He said to himself, feeling Assi’s menthol and erratic breath, which seemed to be no longer able to hold back her thirst, on his left shoulder.

"Sigh, you will explain to me later; for now, do what you must do. You've waited enough like that." He whispered while petting her long and smooth, silky silver-white hair.

As for Assiaphir herself, her canines had already widened in her mouth, turning into vampire fangs as soon as she had laid her plump ass on Alvine's thighs.

But hearing Alvine give her the green light, she thrust her fangs into Alvine's neck without losing a second more in futility. She began to feed eagerly with Alvine's blood, which was softer and tipsier than before.