Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

\'That woman is scary and seems not to be just saying, "I want you as a son-in-law" as a joke!\'

Closing the call, he began to open the app to change the driver\'s route as they were not insured unless you did it this way.

\'More money... Let\'s beat her ass in the bath and see it jiggle for repayment.\'

Lancelot smirked before he lowered the phone—luckily, the car could be re-directed through the app as he paid an extra 2 silver.

So the car turned at the next junction, and they headed back towards the Elite apartments—leaning back against the soft leather, he closed his eyes.

"Well, it looks like someone is saving your chastity Missy~." Lancelot

Guinevere just pouted and looked out the window, trying to mask the fact her heart was racing before the call came, and she was also looking forward to the night together.

She leaned against the window, looking at the mixture of old and new fused, wondering if going to his Apartment was just as bad.

"Still, you will be staying over tonight, right? The bet is still on after all."

"Y-you...!?" Lancelot\'s voice caught her off guard, and she started to relax suddenly—her body tensed, yet the excitement that died began to build up, and despite her not trying to, she felt her body reacting.

"Are you looking forward to it?" He asked, placing his hand on her soft thigh, squeezing her with his powerful hands just enough that it didn\'t hurt but almost caused her to make a sound with her mouth.

"Hey... don\'t...."

Lancelot found her cute whining voice unbearable, pulling her closer in the car, her shocked face making his lips curve into a cruel smile, enjoying her huge eyes only centimetres from his face. "You look so adorable when you are surprised."

"No... wait... I didn\'t brush my teeth..."

"Ah... Guinevere..."

"Hmph!"

He was rather surprised that she didn\'t push him away, but her hands grasped his and pulled on him to keep him close despite her words and show of resistance.

Guinevere saw his stupid look and stuck out her tongue, scrunching up her face, but before she could react, he kissed her.

She did not respond at first, but then her mouth opened, and he felt the soft, moist inside her mouth as he slid his tongue against hers.

Their lips touched, and he could feel her body tense and her breath short; her small body felt hot against his.

The kiss was too quick, and she pulled away from him, but he held her close, pressing her to him, and she could feel the bulge in his pants against her hip.

"Guinevere... you are so beautiful."

"No, stop it, Lancelot," she protested, her hands on his chest and her voice husky. "You are saying that because you want to seduce me."

"I do," he admitted. "But I have already decided what I want. I want you. You will not escape me again."

"You are a womanizer."

"So what?" He shrugged. "It is true; I enjoy being with women. But I can stop at any time I like. And you are different."

"How? How am I different?"

"Because I love you."

She looked up at him, her green eyes searching his grey Irises. She could see no signs of lying there, no mockery in his expression, no hint of him trying to deceive her.

The way his face moved closer, as even the driver slowed the speed and closed to privacy window with a more sensual song playing, stopped her reaction, her hands slowly moving from his chest before wrapping around his back. "Promise you won\'t die... or leave me."

"I promise. I will always be with you."

"No matter what happens or where we go, stay with me."

"Of course. You will never lose me."

"I am sorry. I was foolish. I know I could never give up someone who loves me now."

"I do. You are my life, Guinevere."

Their lips touched once again, and they could not let go of each other this time.

The kiss lasted a long time until Guinevere was panting, and she pulled her head back, taking deep breaths while looking into his beautiful eyes.

She felt her body shivering, holding her arms around his neck and digging her fingers into his back, and he could feel her body tremble as he pushed against her and nibbled her lower lips, her breathing short.

"Lancelot..."

"Mm..."

"Take me tonight. Tonight, I will be yours."

He kissed her again, holding her body to him, his hand caressing her cheek. "I will do so."

"Yes."

They stopped, but it was too early to let go, and the driver pulled up outside the Apartment, with the door slowly opening as the pair slowly pulled away, adjusting their slightly messy clothes.

Lancelot unfastened the belt around Guinevere as he pulled her out of the door, his phone sounding with a loud bell because he tipped extra for the service; the driver gave him a big smile in the wing mirror.

"Oh..."

"What\'s wrong?"

"Nothing... Look, there she is, the supposed Rank 2." Lancelot joked, their fingers interlocked as she climbed out of the car with him, almost tripping on the high curb, hugging him as if natural, even the slight pout or rejection long gone.

"Hmph! I will be number 1!"

"Oh, no, you are not."

"Well, I will get the same rank as you!"

He loved her enthusiasm, but there wouldn\'t be another competition because the Empire would change greatly the next year... Avalon would change... A world where fantasy and reality merged...

A horrific nightmare.

But, right now, with her hand in his, he could forget that...

Because the future could wait.

***

Sumika was now sitting on his sofa, her legs on the table spread like a man as she never acted like a lady once at ease. The Apartment had 2 spare rooms, so she was sent to share one beside Ikumi.

Marimo would be sharing a room with Lancelot like Morgana, so it didn\'t matter much.

"Aaaah~ master\'s place is so good—the fridge has so much food and beer hehe~ *burp* Fufu~ master give me a hug... let\'s bathe together again."

"Don\'t spill your drink—stop getting crumbs on the sofa!"

Guinevere was a little strange after coming back and asked if she could take a shower; thankfully, the size of Morgana\'s clothes matched her size as she looked at him with a slightly blushing face.

"Stupid..."

It wasn\'t only Lancelot who could store items from the world as she carried a special ring to store items...

She set aside something inside after losing the duel before coming to class...

A racy navy blue set of underwear with frills.

Meanwhile, the man was sitting on the sofa beside Sumika, complaining about her grandfather and stealing all his beer.

Still, because her voice was rather melodic and sometimes mixed with her language, it was more like a song in the background as he watched the television to check for major events.

As a result, he noticed the TV broadcast showing the live news footage of the \'Vampire incident\' the previous night.

"..."

There were several large explosions on the roof and wall of a building...

The footage was shaky, but a small and feminine silhouette could be seen running away.

Was it a Vampire? It seemed to be the same one reported by the police and the people.

\'Did it escape?\'

Lancelot couldn\'t remember any vampires, maybe it was something irrelevant, but he would try to keep an eye on that figure as it wasn\'t just him he needed to protect now.

\'Well, I doubt she would be stupid enough to attack another vampire with the Vampire Empress... bloodline.\'

He checked his phone and saw a few notifications on the school\'s official chat board.

"..."

\'Why are there 78 new messages in the chat? How could anyone make a chat this long?\' He thought.

Opening them, he noticed it was about his and Guinevere\'s duel in the day and then an image of the two entering what seemed to have been edited as a hotel while holding each other\'s hands...

\'It looks like those elitist cunts will bother me tomorrow...\'