The Casino de Monte-Carlo shimmered under a Riviera moon, its Belle Époque façade bathed in floodlights that turned the Mediterranean into liquid sapphire. Alex descended from the golden 747 onto the private helipad atop the Hôtel de Paris, the gold-thread harness beneath his bespoke tuxedo whispering against his skin with every breath. The threads were woven so finely they caught the light like spider silk spun from bullion, tracing the lines of his collarbones, nipples, and the V of his hips before disappearing into silk boxers where a new toy resided: a solid gold cock cage etched with Voss-Reed crests, the key dangling from Damian's pinky ring. A slender gold chain connected the cage to the leash ring hidden in his onyx bow tie. Damian walked beside him in identical tux, the gold threads visible only when light struck just right, his mirrored mask replaced by one of smoked quartz that revealed nothing but arctic intent. The harem followed in perfect formation: Aiko in a backless emerald gown that hid emerald rope marks, Hiroshi and Min-jun in white dinner jackets with subtle gold collars, Ji-eun and Penelope in couture that concealed diamond piercings, Leo and Lucius barefoot in tailored shorts and gold cuffs, Prince Khalid in a midnight thobe threaded with the same bullion, his seven wives veiled in couture niqabs that parted to reveal gold body chains. Layla, the Lebanese rose, clung to Alex's arm, her own gold collar now engraved *Property of the Empire*.
**[Empire Mode | Target: Damian Voss | Level 15 Progress: 0/2200 SP]**
**[Active Perks: Silent Orgasm Skill (Lv3), Remote Tease (Lv4), Desk Drawer Toy Kit (Lv4), Collar Link (Lv4), Overnight Recovery (Lv2), Altitude Arousal (Lv2), Blackmail Vault (Lv1), Public Claim (Lv1), Merger Orgasm (Lv2), Polygamist Link (Lv2), Global Arousal Network (Lv2), Shibari Sync (Lv2), Harem Harmony (Lv2), Virgin Conversion (Lv1), Pain-Play Conversion (Lv1), Royal Submission (Lv1)]**
Tie materialized on a roulette wheel wearing a croupier's visor and spinning a golden ball. "Monaco high-stakes surrender, asset. Gamble-sex multiplier: +200 SP per chip wagered on flesh. Heir Raphael de la Croix plays for billions and virginity of the heart. Make him fold, or he calls your bluff."
Raphael de la Croix awaited in the Salon Privé, a private gaming room of crimson velvet and gilded frescoes where fortunes changed hands faster than heartbeats. The Monégasque heir lounged at the baccarat table in a powder-blue tuxedo cut from Savile Row velvet, blond hair artfully tousled, eyes the color of glacier melt. His fiancée, a Russian ballerina named Sofia Volkov, perched on his knee like a porcelain trophy, her tutu-inspired gown glittering with Swarovski. Twenty high-rollers circled the table, masked and anonymous, chips stacked like ancient ziggurats.
Raphael flicked a platinum chip across the felt. "Voss-Reed. Word is you acquire more than companies." His gaze raked Alex's throat where the gold thread peeked. "Care to wager something… personal?"
Damian's smile was a blade. "Name the stakes."
Raphael leaned forward. "Your intern for the night against my casino shares. Winner takes all. Loser kneels."
The room stilled. Sofia's manicured hand tightened on Raphael's shoulder. Damian removed his quartz mask, eyes locking with Raphael's. "Double or nothing. Your fiancée watches from the two-way mirror. She sees everything. If I win, she joins the pot."
Sofia gasped, but her pupils dilated. Raphael's throat bobbed. "Deal."
The cards flew. Damian played with icy precision, chips mounting like battlements. Alex stood behind him, gold cage throbbing as Remote Tease flickered at low pulse. Every time Damian won a hand, the cage tightened a fraction; every loss loosened it. By the shoe's end, Raphael's stack dwindled to a single tower. The final hand: Damian's natural nine against Raphael's eight. The heir's face went bloodless.
"Table stakes," Damian said softly. "Pay up."
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Raphael rose on shaky legs. The high-rollers were dismissed with a gesture; doors sealed. Sofia remained behind the mirror, breath fogging the glass. Damian circled the baccarat table like a shark. "Strip, heir."
Velvet tuxedo pooled. Raphael stood in nothing but silk boxers tented obscenely, a body honed by yacht racing and fencing. Damian produced gold-thread ropes from his pocket, binding Raphael's wrists to the chandelier chain above the table, ankles spread and locked to the legs. The heir dangled, toes barely brushing felt.
Alex approached, gold cage glinting. He traced Raphael's lips with a finger. "Open."
Raphael obeyed, mouth accepting the cage key. Damian unlocked Alex with deliberate slowness, the click echoing like a gunshot. Alex's cock sprang free, flushed and leaking. He fed it to Raphael inch by inch, the heir gagging prettily, tears smudging kohl liner.
Damian moved behind, ripping boxers away. Raphael's ass was pale perfection, virgin tight. Oil from a hidden vial slicked his fingers; he worked one, then two, scissoring until Raphael whimpered around Alex's length. The harem arranged itself: Aiko and Penelope flanking Sofia behind the mirror, slowly stripping her, gold ropes ready. Khalid and his wives formed a semicircle, Layla already on her knees servicing Leo.
Damian entered Raphael in one slick thrust, no mercy. The heir's muffled scream vibrated Alex's cock. The chandelier swayed, crystals chiming. Global Network flared; every collared member felt the virgin breach, stock tickers in the salon spiking +5% in real time.
"Count the chips you lost," Damian ordered, hips snapping. Raphael tried, voice breaking around Alex's thrusts. "One… two… fuck… three…"
Aiko opened the mirror door. Sofia stumbled in, gown half-unzipped, nipples peaked beneath crystal beads. "Raphael?"
The heir's eyes locked on her, shame and lust warring. Damian pulled out, spinning Raphael to face his fiancée. "Tell her what you are."
Sofia's hand drifted between her thighs. "Tell me."
Raphael broke. "Yours. His. Please."
Damian re-entered, harder. Alex fed Sofia his cock, still slick from Raphael's throat. She sucked greedily, ballerina grace turned feral. The chain extended: Damian in Raphael, Aiko pegging Damian with a crystal dildo, Hiroshi in Aiko, Min-jun in Hiroshi, Leo in Min-jun, Lucius in Leo, Khalid in Lucius, Layla riding Khalid's face, the seven wives forming a daisy chain of tongues and fingers around the table.
Merger Orgasm built like a crescendo. Raphael came first, untouched, ropes splattering the felt. The clench dragged Damian over, flooding him deep. Sofia squirted on Alex's thigh, Virgin Conversion triggering again as she confessed she had never come with Raphael. Alex fed her his load, then Damian's overflow from Raphael's hole.
Holograms exploded across the frescoed ceiling: **De la Croix Casinos Acquired – European Gaming Monopoly +500%. Raphael & Sofia Collared in Gold Thread.**
Tie showered platinum chips that dissolved into rose petals: **[SP +2000 → Level 15 Achieved! New Perk: High-Stakes Harmony – Gambled submissions grant permanent luck in boardrooms. Harem +2. Casino Dungeon Unlocked.]**
They unbound Raphael, who collapsed to the felt, kissing Damian's shoes, then Sofia's. "The casino is yours. The vault too. Everything."
Sofia traced Alex's gold cage scar. "Teach me to wear one."
Dawn found the Salon Privé transformed: baccarat table now a bondage altar, roulette wheel fitted with suspension rings, slot machines reprogrammed to dispense vibrators. High-rollers who had fled returned at Raphael's summons, masks off, kneeling for collars. The casino floor below opened with Voss-Reed branding, stock up another 18%.
Mid-morning brunch on the terrace: beluga caviar, gold-flaked champagne, Raphael serving on his knees in nothing but a bow tie collar. Sofia learned shibari from Aiko, legs spread on a chaise while Min-jun and Ji-eun demonstrated edging techniques.
The next target pinged: Swiss banking scion in Zurich, rumored to hide billions in numbered accounts and a dungeon of chastity devices. Penelope licked caviar from Raphael's chest. "He collects keys. We'll make him beg to surrender his."
The golden 747 waited on the tarmac, casino vault emptied into its hold: bearer bonds, rare diamonds, a solid-gold roulette wheel for the flying dungeon. Raphael and Sofia boarded, tuxedos discarded for gold-thread harnesses. Layla curled in Alex's lap, already planning the alpine nursery.
Flight north turned festive. Raphael suspended over the conference table, Sofia riding him while Damian took Alex beside them, gold threads tangling. Wives formed a circle jerk around the couple, Khalid directing with royal flair. Orgasms synced with turbulence over the Alps, stock markets opening with another surge.
Tie updated mid-flight: **Season 2 Quest Progress: 6/10 Straight Billionaires Bent. Mid-Season Bonus: Alpine Avalanche – Zurich target's chastity vault auto-unlocks on arrival.**
The Alps rose like white fangs. Alex stood at the window, gold cage replaced by a diamond-encrusted one, key now on a chain around his own neck: Damian's gift for halfway. Damian joined him, fingers interlacing.
"Six down," he murmured. "Four remain. Then the world kneels at your feet, Emperor."
Alex turned, kissing him slow and deep, gold threads catching cabin light like stars. The harem watched, collared and content, the empire a living pulse beneath their skin.
Zurich glittered below, banks like fortresses. The scion awaited in a vault of steel and secrets. Alex's reflection in the window showed a man forged in gold and conquest, eyes burning with the fire of ten thousand mergers. The straight world was learning its final lesson: all fortunes fold eventually.