Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Chapter 234 234: Mrs. Ellie Is Coming! [R-18+]

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I took a deep breath, sinking further into the plush cushions of my chair. The sensation that coursed through me was overwhelming, an intense wave of pleasure that engulfed my body as Aryanna's soft lips wrapped around me. 

A surge of heat spread through every fiber of my being, and I couldn't help but let out a moan of satisfaction. Aryanna, with her adept tongue, skillfully moved and flicked, heightening my pleasure to new heights.

Her youthful prowess was showcased in the way she expertly pleasured me, and I couldn't help but be amazed. As the passion built, a burst of hot semen erupted, finding its destination within her waiting mouth. 

My moans filled the air, my voice a mere whisper, as I uttered Aryanna's name in a hushed tone. She continued to work diligently, her tongue stained with a mixture of saliva and my release, lovingly encircling the tip of my member. It was as if she was determined to capture every last droplet of my cum, her energetic fervor leaving me breathless.

For a moment, amidst the throes of pleasure, I managed to gather my composure. With a detached air, I reminded Aryanna of the dynamics of our relationship. 

"Remember, Aryanna, you are but a devoted slave whose sole purpose is to satisfy my desires," I articulated, my words laced with a cold disdain. I directed a dismissive spit towards Aryanna, the act carrying an air of arrogance and dominance. 

She remained in her subservient posture at my feet, her obedience unwavering. It was a role we both understood, where power and submission danced in perfect sync.

With a sense of duty, Aryanna released her lips from my cock, allowing the residual semen to trickle from the corners of her mouth. She fulfilled her role flawlessly, never faltering in her commitment to please me. 

As she glanced up at me, her voice resonated with a peculiar gaze. "Yes, Master Lucas. Aryanna is your faithful slave," she responded, a hint of seduction and obedience intertwined in her words. 

Delicately, she wiped away the traces of semen with her index finger, holding it to her lips for a moment, teasing me with her lewdness. 

However, her expression gradually transformed, revealing the visage of a composed and intelligent secretary.

As Aryanna continued her service beneath the desk, tirelessly indulging me, time seemed to slip away. An hour passed, but it felt like an more than an hour. I reveled in the knowledge that I had an assistant willing to devote herself entirely to fulfill my desires. 

In complete focus, she never wavered in her dedication. Every touch, every movement was an art form, executed with precision and unwavering passion.

Silently, I rose from my seat, a signal that her service was coming to an end. Aryanna, ever graceful, stood beside me, smoothly adjusting my disheveled clothing as well as her own. We returned ourselves to a presentable state, our roles shifting from that of a master and slave to a professional and secretary.

Throughout that hour, I had indulged in the role of a dominant master, and Aryanna had dutifully played her part as my submissive sex slave. 

However, as she straightened my tie, the lewd glint in her eyes vanished, replaced with the composed gaze of a well-groomed and intelligent secretary. It was a transformation that left me satisfied, yet somehow longing for more.

A soft smile graced Aryanna's lips as she elegantly entered the room, her demeanor now that of a professional assistant. 

She approached me with grace, offering to fetch my favorite coffee. Despite my attempt to maintain a cool and detached air, a hint of the pent-up emotions within me leaked through. 

Unable to resist, I pulled Aryanna closer, slipping my arms around her slender waist then squeezed her ass. And as I pressed a gentle kiss upon her cheek, a seemingly trivial gesture, yet it elicited a delighted reaction from her. confusion danced in her eyes, a mix of happiness and curiosity.

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After Aryanna left the study, Master Lucas sank back into the plush cushions of his chair, his mind consumed by a storm of thoughts and concerns. 

He gazed absently at the open book before him on the desk, but its words held no meaning in his distracted state. 

Time seemed to stretch on, enveloping him in a cloud of unease, until the sudden creaking of the door signaled the entrance of the butler.

A sense of urgency emanated from the butler as he hurried towards Lucas, a tightly clenched letter held firmly in his trembling hands. His voice barely above a whisper, he began to relay the unsettling news contained within the letter. Lucas's eyes remained fixated on the missive, his heart heavy with a growing sense of helplessness as each word sank in.

As the butler's voice trailed off, a heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by Master Lucas's deep, contemplative breaths. 

His thoughts raced, searching for answers, for a path forward in the face of the unexpected turn of events.

The butler's query pierced the silence, drawing Master Lucas's attention. "What are your plans regarding the your sister, Master Lucas? Should I inform the household staff to make necessary preparations?" The butler's genuine concern was evident in his voice, reflecting the trust that had been built over years of loyal service.

Lucas leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting from the letter to the butler before him. 

Contemplation furrowed his brow as he carefully considered his response. He knew that his decision would shape not only his own life but the future of the child as well. With a calm resolve, he finally spoke, his voice filled with conviction.

"I will personally take care of the Ellie, even if she is my step sister, after all through her veins flows the blood as mine. Please ensure that the servants are aware, but let us keep this news within the household for now," Lucas ordered, his tone unwavering. Deep within him, a sense of duty and compassion merged, overriding any uncertainties.

The butler's eyes softened, a mixture of relief and admiration shining within them. "Of course, sir. I will handle it discreetly as you wish," he affirmed, his support unfaltering in the face of this new responsibility.

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