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My death on Earth was the final chapter of a story of frustration. Three degrees, an immense stockpile of theories on how the world works, and absolutely no practical utility in a society that only valued connections and inheritance. When I woke up in the body of Arthur Solaris, the third prince of the kingdom, I realized the situation wasn't much different, but the setting was far more brutal. The original Arthur was a "dry noble"—someone who reached the age of twenty-one without receiving a blessing from any god, an event that, in this world, defines who was born to lead and who must simply obey. Because he was a noble without this divine seal, he was sent into exile in **Solaria**, a desolate and forgotten region where despair eventually led him to give up on everything.
As soon as I took control, I suffered a profound culture shock. In this world, magic is common; any peasant can light a small flame or move a bit of water if they study the basics. However, technical and scientific knowledge was practically nonexistent. They had magic, but they had no method. I saw nobles using complex spells to create rain while the soil around them was dead due to a lack of basic nutrients or soil compaction. To them, if the land bore no fruit, it was a "curse," when in reality, it was just a lack of drainage and pH correction.
I spent a year and a half applying what my degrees had taught me. I used simple magic to shape the structures my engineering mind designed: perfectly leveled irrigation canals and plow systems that saved the animals' effort. As an agronomist, I restored the land's fertility using crop rotation—something the locals treated as a divine miracle when they saw wheat growing where before there was only dry mud. The people's admiration for me became almost religious; they didn't see me just as a prince, but as a sage who transformed misery into plenty with ideas that seemed to come from another world.
Everything was heading toward the smooth management of a prosperous landowner, until the blessing of **Lust, the God of Pleasure**, awakened in me just a day ago. The purple panel floating before my eyes made it clear: my physical and magical evolution was now tied to pleasure. For a man who values efficiency and order, the idea of seeking pleasure without criteria seemed like a waste. If I needed this energy to become a stronger ruler and protect my people from external threats, I would do it intelligently. I decided I didn't want casual encounters, but rather women of trust who could manage the territory alongside me while helping me level up.
Now, I am in my office, and the first person to respond to my call for "trusted assistants" is standing before me. Her name is **Elena**. She is a woman in her forties, her face marked by time and the sun, but with a mature elegance that life in the countryside couldn't erase. Elena was one of the first to believe in my agricultural reforms and worked hard on the front lines of the harvests. She looks at me with deep, almost devotional respect, unaware that the position I'm offering involves much more than just organizing papers or supervising grain stocks.
Arthur cleared his throat, feeling the heat of the mark of Lust pulse slightly under his shirt as he observed the composed posture of that experienced woman.
"Elena," he began, maintaining a calm and authoritative tone. "You were essential in ensuring Solaria didn't go hungry last winter. But what I have to propose now requires a loyalty that goes beyond the fields. My blessing has finally awakened, and it imposes... specific conditions for me to continue protecting this place."
I kept my gaze fixed on Elena, maintaining a serious expression that contrasted with the bold nature of my proposal. I didn't want to beat around the bush; my mind, shaped by the logic of economics and engineering, sought efficiency and clarity above all else.
"Elena, you know I am not a man who acts without purpose," I started, crossing my fingers over the oak desk. "Solaria prospered because I brought order and method where there was only chaos and superstition. But now, my situation has changed. The blessing I finally received from Lust requires me to cultivate pleasure to increase my power. Consequently, the protection and vitality of these lands depend on it now."
I paused briefly, observing every micro-movement of her face before revealing the more pragmatic details of the deal.
"I am putting together a group of four trusted women: two responsible for cleaning, a cook, and a personal secretary. This structure is, in reality, a necessary facade for the royal council and for those who wouldn't understand the technical nature of my gift. To ensure my total privacy and the absolute discretion of whoever accepts, I built an isolated cabin behind the main residence. That is where the real work of strengthening will be done."
Elena listened to me in absolute silence. Her life experience, marked by forty years of survival, allowed her to process my words without the shock or hysteria the younger candidates had shown earlier.
"I will be direct about the terms," I continued, keeping my tone firm. "The salary is one gold coin per month. You know that is a fortune by Solaria's standards, but this amount is not just for domestic work. It buys your total availability to be with me, for sex, whenever my blessing requires an energy charge. Some women have already refused, and to protect my secret and the security of this territory, I used memory suppression magic so they would forget every word of this conversation the moment they stepped out that door. If you do not accept, I will do the same to you. But if you do, you will have a life of luxury and power by my side."
I leaned back in my chair, letting the weight of the proposal hang in the air like physical pressure. One gold coin a month could support generations of her family, but the cost was the total surrender of her body to my divine requirements.
Elena looked at her own hands, scarred by decades of hard work in the fields, and then looked back at me. I saw in them the recognition that I was the only reason she and her family had anything to eat. She didn't see a predator, but a ruler establishing a high-value contract.
I watched Elena's reaction. There was no fear, only the cold calculation of someone who knows the value of a unique opportunity. She didn't just see the sex; she saw the rise of her lineage.
"Your Grace..." she began, her voice firm and pragmatic. "You changed the fate of this land with your hands and your head. I've already worked in the village kitchen for years; I can certainly take care of your table. If you now need another part of us to keep Solaria standing, I see no reason to refuse such a generous offer."
She paused briefly, and I realized she was about to negotiate. In economics, no one accepts the first offer without trying for an advantage.
"I accept the contract. But I have one condition," she continued, maintaining eye contact. "I want my daughter to fill one of the cleaning positions."
I arched an eyebrow. Two gold coins a month entering the same house? That was a fortune capable of buying half the village in a few years. It was a smart move on her part to secure her family's future.
"How old is she?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and weighing the request.
"Twenty years old, sir. Two years younger than Your Grace."
"And do you believe she will accept the terms?" I questioned, curious. "The work in the cabin is not for everyone. Many young women left here remembering nothing because the shock was too great."
Elena gave a half-smile, an expression of someone who knows her own upbringing well.
"She is my daughter, sir. She knows that hunger hurts far more than work. She is out there right now, waiting to be interviewed. I will talk to her first, explain the reality of the gold and of you. If I give the okay, she will accept without hesitation."
I tapped my fingers lightly on the table. Having mother and daughter under the same contract would make secrecy and logistics within the estate much easier. If Elena's loyalty was already high because of everything I did for Solaria's agriculture, having her as my ally in training her daughter for my desires would be perfect.
"Very well, Elena. Go out there. Explain to her exactly what I require and what I offer. If she agrees, bring her in. If both are in agreement, we will sign the contracts and you will be the first two residents of the service wing—and of my cabin."
I watched her leave the room with determined steps. The mark of Lust on my chest began to throb with greater intensity, anticipating what was to come.
While Elena went out to get her daughter, my mind didn't stop calculating the next steps for Solaria. Agriculture was stabilized, but prosperity attracts unwanted eyes. I had already begun the construction of a containment wall; with richer soil and magical energy flowing, it was only a matter of time before monsters from the surroundings were drawn to the land's vitality. Furthermore, greedy nobles from the capital would soon realize that the "useless prince" had turned mud into gold. I needed a professional militia, and for that, I needed funds and the strength that the blessing of Lust would give me.
The office door opened, interrupting my strategic thoughts. Elena entered accompanied by a young woman who immediately caught my attention. Her name was **Maya**. She had wavy brown hair, very similar to her mother's, but her beauty was more delicate, still blooming. Her peasant dress, though simple and worn, couldn't hide her curves; she had medium breasts that stood out firmly under the fabric, while Elena had a more robust and mature figure, with full breasts that commanded respect.
"This is my daughter, Maya, Your Grace," Elena said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.
Maya curtsied, but her eyes avoided mine. There was clear reluctance in her posture, the kind of hesitation of someone who had just heard from her mother that the family's future depended on her intimacy with the lord of these lands. However, she nodded her head, confirming she would accept the contract.
I pulled two leather parchments from the drawer and placed them on the table, reading the terms aloud so there would be no doubt.
"The domestic service is what we've already discussed: cooking for Elena, cleaning for Maya. The benefits are one gold coin per month for each, high-quality housing, and full board. If you prefer, you may return home at nightfall, provided you report at dawn... and provided the requirements of my blessing have been satisfied before departure."
Elena let out a low sigh, almost in disbelief.
"Your Grace, these terms are too generous for people like us. Two gold coins a month in a single house... it's a miracle."
"It's not a miracle, Elena. It's economics," I replied coldly. "It is the fair price for the sacrifice of your privacy and your bodies. This contract lasts for one year, renewable if both parties are satisfied."
I held out the pen to them. Elena signed immediately, with firm handwriting that I had encouraged the peasants to learn myself. When it was Maya's turn, I saw her hand hesitate for a brief second above the paper. She looked at her mother, then at the imaginary gold that the contract represented, and finally signed her name with trembling strokes.
The bond was sealed. The moment the ink dried, I felt a tingling in the mark on my chest. They were now mine, legally and magically linked to my destiny.
"Excellent," I said, standing up and walking around the desk. "Maya, you can start tomorrow with the house chores. Elena, since you already know the kitchen routine, prepare something light for dinner. But first..."
I looked at the two of them, feeling the need to test the effectiveness of the blessing immediately.
"The contract begins now." I pointed to the man standing in the corner of the room; neither of them had noticed him. "Take Maya to see the mansion."
"Yes, Your Grace," the man replied and motioned for Maya to leave.
I watched Maya leave the room accompanied by **Tobias**, the old butler who had followed me from the capital. He was a man of few words and canine loyalty, the only person I truly trusted to maintain order in the main house without asking unnecessary questions. Maya still seemed nervous, but Tobias would guide her with the calm of someone who had seen everything at court.
I wouldn't take them both to the cabin yet. My analytical mind told me I needed all four hires to inaugurate that space and establish the group routine. However, Elena's contract was signed, and my mark on my chest pulsed with an urgency that logic could no longer contain.
"Elena, wait a moment. I want to speak with you alone," I ordered.
When the door closed, Elena looked at me with an expression of expectation, but also a certain caution.
"Your Grace? Do you wish to discuss the weekly menu or the provisions for winter?"
"The menu can wait, Elena. I said the contract begins now. And I am a man of my word," I replied, standing up from my chair.
Her eyes widened slightly, casting a quick glance at the heavy wooden office door.
"Here? Now? But... the people outside, the cleaning staff, the guards in the hallway... they might hear."
I took a step toward her, maintaining the calm tone of voice I used to explain engineering calculations.
"You forget that this is the office of a Prince of Solaria. I personally cast layers of acoustic isolation magic on these walls. What happens in here stays in here. It is a space as secure as the cabin."
Elena swallowed hard, processing the immediate reality of her new role. She adjusted her rustic apron, looking a bit awkward.
"I... I understand, sir. It's just that I spent the day working in the village garden before coming here. I'm not entirely clean; I might be a bit sweaty from the sun..."
"I don't care about the sweat of someone who works, Elena. That is a sign of vitality," I replied, shrugging.
I wasn't there for a courtly romance or delicate foreplay. I needed results. I stood before her and, with slow and steady movements, unbuttoned my pants. When the fabric fell, I revealed my masculinity, already pulsing, large and veiny, reacting to the presence of that mature woman and the power of Lust simmering in my blood.
Elena let out a low gasp, her eyes fixed on the physical proof of my blessing. Her maturity didn't stop her from being impressed by what she saw. The air in the office seemed to have grown denser, charged with a magical electricity I had never felt before.
"Kneel," I ordered, feeling the authority of my position mingle with desire. "Let's see how your first service affects my mana."
I observed the expression of absolute shock on Elena's face. In that moment, my engineering and economics mind noticed a systemic flaw in that society: it wasn't just agricultural technology or logistics that were lagging, but the very understanding of the body and the mechanics of pleasure. They treated sex as a crude biological function, without any optimization.
"A what, Your Grace?" she asked, blinking her eyes, genuinely confused.
"How do you usually have sex here, Elena?" I questioned, maintaining the clinical tone of someone analyzing an inefficient process.
"Well... the man just enters the woman, sir. It's fast, and to be honest, it's usually uncomfortable. It's more of an obligation to produce children than anything else."
I took a deep breath. If sex was my source of energy and strength, I couldn't allow it to be something mediocre. The quality of the stimulus would directly affect the purity and voltage of my mana. I needed my partners to be at their peak so the return would be maximized.
"I'm going to teach you the basics. What I asked for is the use of the mouth," I explained, seeing her eyes widen. "Don't be afraid. Take hold of it. This will be your routine from now on."
Elena obeyed, her field-calloused hands wrapping around my cock with a reverent hesitation. I guided her, holding the back of her neck and instructing her on the movement, the heat of the tongue, and the pressure. It was an inexperienced attempt; she sometimes scraped her teeth and didn't know how deep she could go, but her effort to please me made the mark of Lust on my chest burn like embers. A flow of mana, dense and vibrant, began to snake through my veins, converging at my energy core.
But I needed more. I needed the total connection.
"Stop," I ordered, feeling sweat break out on my forehead. "Stand up and sit on the desk. Now."
She obeyed promptly, pushing aside the economics papers and maps of Solaria. I lifted Elena's rustic dress, revealing cheap fabric underwear worn by time. As I removed it, I saw her brown-toned intimacy, framed by thick black hair. She was dry, which confirmed my theory about this world's sexual backwardness.
"It will hurt if I enter now," I said, noticing the apprehension in her eyes. "The pain you felt with your husband was due to a lack of stimulus. The female body is like an engine that needs to be warmed up before demanding full power."
I slid two fingers into her, starting a rhythmic movement, focusing on the clitoris and the entrance. The effect was immediate. Elena let out a sharp moan and clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sound as her eyes rolled back.
"What... what is this, sir? Why does it ache and burn in such a good way?" she gasped, her legs trembling and opening wider as fluid began to run down my fingers.
"It's a technique of my blessing to align our energies," I lied, maintaining the facade that it was all ritualistic.
I continued the stimulation, focused on pushing her to the limit. I wanted to see how her orgasm would affect my power absorption. When she finally reached her peak, her pussy contracted violently around my fingers and she gushed warm liquid, becoming completely drenched and breathless over the maps on my desk. The room seemed to glow for a second to my eyes, a wave of heat rising up my spine and pooling in my lower abdomen.
"Does this... make part of the blessing?" she asked, her voice failing and her eyes clouded with pleasure. "I've never felt anything like this in my entire life. I never imagined it was possible."
"Yes, Elena. And this is just the beginning of your instruction," I replied, seeing that she was now perfectly lubricated, pulsing, and with her legs spread wide for me.
I positioned myself between her thighs, feeling the heat emanating from her. The mark of Lust on my chest pulsed in sync with my heart, sending waves of mana to every muscle in my body. I gripped her hips firmly and pressed the head of my cock against the entrance of that moist and now welcoming slit.
With a slow movement, but charged with a strength I felt growing every second, I began to penetrate her, feeling the tightness of her internal walls yielding and embracing me. Elena let out a deep sigh that turned into a moan of pure satisfaction, burying her nails in my arms as I entered her completely.
From here on, the rules of Solaria would be dictated by my pleasure.