Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

Arriving one minute before the start of his dinner, Ryan pushed through the crowd waiting outside Le Booty.

Making it into the restaurant, Ryan was stopped by the receptionist, who asked if he had an appointment to get inside.

After clearing his throat, Ryan spoke up and gave a deep voice. "I have business with the Duchess."

The receptionist's eyes grew wide, and she gulped nervously. "Ah, you must be Mr. Dire. Please come with me," she replied in a shaky voice.

Ryan nodded once and followed her to the elevator directly to the private room where the Duchess should be waiting.

"Are you Emily's mother?" Ryan asked, tilting his head at the person sitting alone at the table in front of him.

The woman took a moment before replying, scrutinizing Ryan from head to toe.

"Duchess Vanroth is not attending tonight," the woman said, crossing her legs.

Ryan frowned but sat down opposite the woman. "How about you join me for a meal?" Ryan asked.

The woman's cocky demeanor faltered at Ryan's forwardness.

"What would you like me to eat?" the woman asked, trying to regain the momentum.

"You."

Ryan's pleasure aura blazed to life, making the woman's stomach flutter.

Gulping, the woman went pale as she watched Ryan's eyes flare and his teeth bare themselves in a cruel smile. She couldn't move a muscle as he got closer and licked her neck before biting her skin.

"Mmm!" she moaned, pushing her hands against Ryan's chest before his tongue plunged into her mouth, kissing her with full force.

Her hand reached up to pull Ryan closer as their tongues intertwined inside each other's mouths, tasting one another.

The woman frowned, thinking, 'Why am I kissing him? And why does it feel so good?'

Too lost in her pleasure, she didn't notice Ryan's free hand had moved under her skirt until it found what it was looking for.

The girl gasped when her sex was roughly fingered. "Oh Fuck... Fuck! Please Fuck Me!" The woman groaned. "My name is Tammy. Please call me Tammy."

Ryan grunted and kept fingerfucking the woman while moving his lips to her ear and whispering, "Why are you here, Tammy?"

"I'm a servant of the Frost General," the young blonde whispered back. "I was sent here to retrieve the Duchess," she said, gulping down air before having her breath stolen away by a sudden kiss.

Breaking away from her lips, Ryan kissed along the side of Tammy's neck. "Then why are you still here? I don't see the Duchess?" he asked.

Tammy swallowed hard as her heart thundered in her chest, causing Ryan's erection to throb inside his pants.

"She... She asked that I stay for your meal."

"I don't think so."

Ryan pushed himself up from his seat and stood next to the table. Then, taking hold of both sides of the chair, he slammed it into the wall with such force the glass shattered all over the floor.

The woman cowered on her knees before him as she watched blood drip out onto her dress.

"I have more important business than a dinner with some lying whore," Ryan growled, lifting her chin. "Now tell me the truth."

"What do you want to know?" the woman moaned.

"Why does the Frost General want the Duchess?" Ryan demanded, squeezing her jaw tightly enough to make her wince in pain. "Tell me now, or you'll never get to use this mouth for its intended purpose again."

"She wants The Duchess because they're lovers," Tammy gasped between gasps of air and heavy pants of pleasure. "And she has an offer for The Duchess that will benefit them both..."

Ryan blinked at what she just said and moved his grip away from the woman's face so she could breathe normally.

"I've got a feeling you're not telling me everything, but that's good enough to constitute a reward. I always reward my pets when I'm satisfied," Ryan replied, undoing his belt buckle before stepping towards the terrified woman shaking in fear and lust as her eyes fixated on Ryan's manhood.

"What are you going to do to me?" Tammy asked, licking her lips as she stared up at him like a bitch in heat.

"Whatever I please."

Ryan leaned toward the trembling servant and ripped open her blouse, revealing her perky breasts, which looked soft and delicious. He placed both hands on her chest, pinching her pink nipple hard, causing it to become erect under his touch.

Moving her hands off her breasts, Ryan pulled her panties aside, then slid one finger inside her sex while moving another into her mouth, making her suck on it fervently.

"Oh fuck!" Tammy cried around his finger, clutching the table for dear life as Ryan inserted a second finger inside her dripping cunt.

"What does the Frost General want from The Duchess?" Ryan asked after pulling his fingers out and switching their places with the one Tammy was lapping at with her tongue.

Tammy moaned against his flesh, unable to speak with Ryan forcing his two fingers deep down her throat and giving her such pleasure that she forgot about the question.

After swallowing every inch of wetness in his fingers, Tammy moaned, sucking on them vigorously before attempting to spit them out.

She slumped back in her chair and gulped, trying not to throw up.

"I asked you a question whore. Now answer me," Ryan said sharply as he forced a third finger inside the woman's pussy and fucked her with a slow rhythm. "Or I'll make you regret it."

"I... I don't know," Tammy said through heavy pants, desperately trying to catch her breath to continue speaking without gagging herself. "She doesn't tell us, servants, her plans..."

Ryan scoffed at this claim but decided to test whether or not it was true. He yanked his fingers away from Tammy's mouth, dripping womanhood, then got to his feet and began walking towards the door.

"Please wait!" the young blonde begged him, scrambling from her chair after him. "I'll tell you, just please don't leave yet!"

"I've had enough of your lies," Ryan replied, grabbing the doorknob.

"It wasn't a lie! Please believe me!" Tammy pleaded as tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes begging for mercy.

"No more talking whore," Ryan spat. Then, with a violent jerk, he tore open the door and disappeared into the hallway before Tammy could say anything else.

The woman watched him go with his head held high and an air of arrogance surrounding him like a cloak.

As soon as he was gone from sight, Tammy sunk to her knees and cried with relief, thankful that she would finally be able to breathe again.

"That bastard," she growled at Ryan, her body shaking in rage.

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to calm herself down.

After getting her composure back, Tammy stood on shaky legs, knowing there was no use in running after him.

Grabbing her blouse from the floor, Tammy wiped the blood off the fabric and tried putting it back over her breasts without tearing apart any further.

After straightening up her hair and doing her bra, the young blonde adjusted her skirt and looked out the window blankly.

"Whatever he is, he's no longer brainwashed," the girl who claimed to be Tammy muttered.

"I must report this to Dr. Rubenstein and the grand empress."

But before she could take a step further, Ryan reentered the room. "I don't think you'll be going anywhere."

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