After Al returned to the tribe, the front line was left to Misha. He could finally lay down his burden and rest for a while.
Having restrained his desires for an entire week while worrying about national affairs, Al felt a fire in his lower abdomen.
The dragon was slowly waking, and the Spear of the Chosen was stirring, ready to pierce the heavens and challenge the gods.
He missed the goat mom's gentleness, missed the pleasure of holding her horns while thrusting from behind, making her let out those incredibly cute bleating cries.
He missed the widow's millstone-sized ass and her curvaceous, plump body; he missed the comfort of pressing his entire weight onto her, squeezing deeper and deeper.
He missed the centaur girl's muscular thighs, the size difference between him and his adoptive mother, and the unique physiological structure of the centaur.
When the two engaged in "motherly love and filial piety," it was an existence that could hit several specific fetish tags.
The sensation provided by the centaur's vaginal flesh was also a very unique and stimulating experience.
And then there was that group of cute goat maids.
When gathered together, each was surprisingly bold.
Although their individual combat power was weak—even lower than the centaur girl's—collectively they could bring Al a very delightful experience.
Hooves, tails, long hair, and goat horns... they all perfectly poked Al's fetishes now.
The boy rode the Griffon, landing directly outside his palace.
He vaulted off the saddle, casually patting the first-born Griffon girl's head and rubbing the eagle-beak.
"Go play on your own."
The heartless little man slipped back inside.
Finally home!
Hell yeah!
Once back in the palace, Al's mind relaxed. He figured his behavior could never reach the threshold of a "diligent and wise monarch," but seeking comfort and pleasurable enjoyment was human nature.
Regardless, Al didn't plan on suppressing himself too much.
"I was born of noble status, it's fine if I have little work. Work should be given to those full of strength (like Misha)!"
"Manual labor? When I bred my numerous scions, I already arranged a lifetime of work for all of them!"
"Misha is a battle-hardened veteran, I'll just leave it to her."
Sounds pretty trashy, doesn't it?
But Al... didn't truly think that way deep down; he just slacked off whenever he could and escaped work whenever possible.
It must be the influence exerted by the Reveler!
Al walked straight toward the rear palace, reaching a grand hall decorated very warmly with rugs and a fireplace, styled after a Western domestic hearth.
He saw two goat maids kneeling on the floor with their asses up, tails twitching up and down, wiping the fireplace.
The boy kicked off his shoes, walked straight over, grabbed one under each arm, and fell back onto the floor.
"Ahhh~~~"
Letting out a sustained moan, Al began his state of total sloth.
The maids were startled, but quickly realized what was happening. Their faces flushed red as the two goat girls snuggled against the boy's body, one on each side.
Al closed his eyes to rest his spirit, making no further move. Instead, the goat girls' bodies began to grow restless.
Two pairs of small hands roamed over the boy's body. Not as curvaceous as the widow, but still very much usable.
Their petite bodies, similar in size to the boy's, twisted and pressed against him.
Bold breasts rubbed against Al's arms, chest, and torso, attempting to awaken the boy's lust.
Al kept his eyes closed, simply letting the goat girls grow increasingly agitated, lying there as if he were truly exhausted and wanted to rest.
Until a bold goat girl suddenly mounted the boy's body.
One hand slid up his chest like a small snake, while the other reached down, already probing into the waistband of his trousers.
Only then did Al open his eyes, gripping the breasts of both goat maids, one in each hand.
"I'm hungry."
The boy said, which was also a command.
The goat girl sitting on him immediately and obediently climbed off his waist, crawling on her knees to the side of Al's head.
She began to remove the barrier of her clothes, revealing snowy-white milk-globes and pale pink, tender nipples.
Al opened his mouth and took one inside.
The maid propped her hands beneath her chest, leaning her body over the boy's head. With a red face, she looked up, letting the boy taste his fill.
Al suckled for a while before spitting out the nipple, his gaze turning to the other maid who was still dazed nearby, seemingly waiting for her companion to finish nursing.
"I'll feed you instead."
Al said, continuing to bite the goat girl's breast.
The other goat girl, having received her order, her face a deep crimson, somewhat frantically stripped the boy of his pants.
Her body trembling, she cupped Al's spear in both hands. At this moment, this majestic object—whose size was grossly disproportionate to the boy's stature—had already begun to wake.
Its aggressive momentum made it seem as though it wasn't the one about to be swallowed, but the goat girl herself.
The goat maid's eyes spun in circles. Just being in close proximity to Al's grand member already made her body go soft and her head dizzy.
The dutiful little goat girl didn't collapse there. Striving to complete her task, she stuck out her pink, tender tongue.
First, she lightly touched and slid it along the shaft to lubricate it, while also making the stimulated giant member further engorge with blood.
Then she straightened her body, lowered her head, and bit by bit enveloped Al's cock.
First the head, then slowly sliding down, spitting out a section, then further down, until a third of the shaft was buried within her warm, wet mouth.
The reclining boy arched his waist, signaling his approval while demanding more intensity.
Thus, the goat girl—her face beet-red, whether from fatigue or embarrassment—began to suckle forcefully.
Actually, everything had already happened before, but this personality of blushing at the drop of a hat was quite cute.
She did her best to suck out all the air from her mouth, leaving zero space between her oral cavity and the boy's shaft, moving up and down.
The wicked big goat girl was doing her absolute best to defile and possess the little boy's body.
The Everchosen was pinned to the ground!
As the movements at both ends accelerated, Al's body began to quiver slightly.
He slowly arched his waist, and the goat girl adjusted to his movements and posture to avoid being poked too hard.
After a while longer, a strange sound suddenly escaped Al's mouth.
The goat girl froze for a moment, then both her face and her movements became even more excited.
Al also froze, his face beginning to redden.
Snapping back to his senses, the boy opened his eyes and closed his mouth.
The long-foreshadowed eruption was released.
A white, turbid stream bloomed and flowed out from the goat girl's lips.
A large amount of thick fluid slid from the corners of her lips and mouth.
Al's special constitution manifested most frequently in this regard: massive volume, powerful, terrifying recovery, and an innate aura of charm.
And this was without him using those little tricks from the magic of the Reveler.
But that was pretty embarrassing just now...
After venting, Al propped himself up with both hands, his head tilted back.
The goat girl who had been nursing him was now face-to-face with him, using her tongue to lick the milk stains from the corners of the boy's mouth.
"I actually... actually let out a sound..." Al was overcome with shame.
The effect of his brief period of abstinence had been a bit too much.
He felt his dignity had hit the floor. The majestic Everchosen letting out a moan while being served by his maid... if word of this got out, he'd be ridiculed, wouldn't he?
Definitely would be, especially by those Slaanesh followers!
He complained silently in his heart, imagining the future where, during a battle between two armies, the scummy S-Party [Slaanesh followers] across from him would turn the scene of him being milked into a moan by his maid into a doujinshi and spread it everywhere.
From the orgies of the Ulthuan Elves to the romantic literati of Cathay, everyone would be circulating pornographic art of Everchosen Al's "Big Carriage Crushing a Small Pony" trope.
The perverts of the world would be watching the boy's smut while critiquing the quality and plot of the book...
"Aaargh!"
Evil grew in the boy's heart. He broke free from the goat girl's service and her embrace simultaneously.
He stood up, his spear showing zero sign of flagging, and without a word, he pressed his hands onto the maid's shoulders.
The goat girl's gaze was intoxicated, her cheeks flushed, looking ravishing and already prepared to welcome her master.
Then Al froze for a moment, looking at a woman wearing a black dress.
She also wore a black cape over her shoulders. Her full, perky breasts bulged high under the lace-trimmed, hollowed-out neckline, giving a feeling that they were about to burst out.
She wasn't particularly tall, but her silhouette was absolute curvaceous, possessing a bewitching charm.
Al looked at the woman. She kept her head slightly lowered, her hair naturally falling in front and behind her. She wore earrings that swayed slightly.
Her clothing from top to bottom was black, contrasting sharply with the snow-white skin revealed, making it look exceptionally fair.
A collar-like band was wrapped around her neck—maybe it wasn't one, but Al instinctively thought of it as a collar.
"Who are you?"
Al was the first to speak.
The woman was looking at him, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen, appearing somewhat embarrassed.
But her gaze did not give Al the impression of a shy woman.
On the contrary, the boy read an inherent aggressiveness in the eyes of this mature woman, whose charm and figure were not inferior to the widow Marlena.
A strange, bewitching charm.
Before the woman could speak, the goat maid explained. She was a friend of the widow Marlena, and the two had been close for a long time. They had reunited before Al headed south, and she had requested through Marlena to enter Al's service.
It seemed like the widow had mentioned this to him... Al suddenly recalled.
But at the time, he had been holding the widow and pounding her hard in front of a mirror. They had spent half the day in debauchery, a rare indulgence before the war, so he hadn't taken it to heart.
Later, he often slept "platonic" [素的 - without sex], and even the goat maids only performed their nursing duties without doing anything else, so he had ignored it the whole time.
Then Al made a beckoning gesture. The woman was lifted by the Everchosen's magical power, floating in the air and drawing closer to Al.
After a brief, almost instantaneous flash of panic, the black-clad woman settled down.
She maintained a graceful posture, letting Al do as he pleased and manipulate her.
The boy's power was very impolite. Without the slightest courtesy, he scanned the black-clad woman inside and out.
This included her physiology and her outward, latent thoughts.
Nothing unusual.
Al crossed his arms, scrutinizing the woman up and down from close range.
The black-clad woman was clearly made uncomfortable by Al's actions. Her face was crimson, and her body trembled slightly in the floating state.
Al's power was not invisible or traceless; much of it manifested as actual sensations, giving the black-clad woman a true experience of having zero secrets.
"So, you are the widow's friend."
Al stroked his chin, tilting his head up slightly to look at the woman's face.
Only at this distance could he clearly see that her breasts were truly massive. For the centaur girl, it was a racial advantage; for Claudia and the widow, it was personal talent. This black-clad woman was the elite among elites in terms of personal assets.
This added a heavily exaggerated stroke onto an already spectacular foundation.
Al was honest; his heart stirred—he was horny.
The woman's features, expression, and aura combined to give off a "career woman" or "strong woman" quality, which happened to be an attribute missing from Al's harem.
So the boy spoke very sincerely and directly:
"You want to be my maid?"
"Yes."
Her voice leaned toward cold and strong, with a touch of magnetic resonance. Despite being in an incredibly awkward situation, it matched Al's expectations of her.
"Do you know what my maids have to do?" the boy pressed further.
"I know... I came here voluntarily."
The woman's voice remained cold, though this time there was a slight tremor in her tone.
"Hmm... do you have any requests? I'm asking seriously. Of course, if we are a good match, you can bring them up later."
The woman shook her head slightly.
So Al reached out and grasped the hand the black-clad woman had resting on her abdomen. Cold and smooth.
He gently guided her back to the floor.
Then he discovered she was still a head taller than him!
Because her breasts were so large, Al even had to take a step back before, with a look of wonder, his right hand stroked those twin massive mounds.
The woman's body jolted, yet she made no other move. She just stood there, her right hand held in the boy's left, her own left hand still maintaining the posture over her abdomen.
"Then, to ask the final question... are you willing to perform your duties now?"
The boy's eyes were fixed on the black-clad woman's chest. The two goat maids knelt at his legs, cleaning the boy's remaining fluids. He asked the question as casually as asking what was for dinner.
The woman nodded, her gaze still cold and aggressive.
Al clapped his hands and laughed softly:
"Then, the time has come for me to stand up—and for you to kneel."
"In the future, you shall stand above ten thousand armies and ten thousand nations, yet you shall also serve behind me."