The Brothel?

The Queen shook her head in disagreement as she watched what her brother did.

"You really think creating a brothel in the middle of my palace will turn my son into a proper kid?!" She yelled and pushed her hand on her forehead dramatically.

"He'll be a king he needs a harem to feel how powerful he could be." The uncle smirked and got down from the ladder. Now the room was completed. "Girls, come in!" A dozen of completely different looking girls walked in elegantly. Each was prettier than the other but in vastly different ways. The problem was that, no one really had any idea about what type of girls the Crown Prince liked. So they just brought one of each.

"You know what to do?" Uncle said with excitement.

"Leave it to us." The head of the girls, the most experience one nodded. "No man ever turned us down before!" The girls giggled and the uncle left the room feeling satisfied. The Queen decided she needed a massage as she was feeling drowsy already. This family were to kill her one day.

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"Hey, uncle! What's up?" Greg started but within seconds he was grabbed from each side and lifted to air. "Yo what the fuck?!" He said, while being carried on the shoulders of the royal guards. They only let him down when they arrived at a room he had never been into before. The Royal Servant, stood in front of the door with zero emotion on his face.

As Greg looked inside, he couldn't believe his eyes first. There were like a ton of goddesses inside, barely clothed, some sweet scent hovering over, a buffet serving all kinds of alcohol, and some protection for...

"Uncle what are you trying to do?" Greg asked, not being able to lift his eyes from the condoms.

"You are a man." His uncle said, squeezing his shoulder.

"I know. I'm also 17." Greg was unimpressed, he pointed to the liqours and the protection.

"Yes, we don't want any bastard children. But you will be the King of the country, a little whiskey won't hurt."

"You dont want any bast-" Greg started and his eyes widened in the middle of his sentence. He looked at the girls and saw that they were slowly coming closer to him. He looked back at his uncle. "You want me to??" He was shocked and horrified.

"Good luck kid." His uncle patted him in the back and opened the door, letting the Royal Servant in.

"Don't let him escape." His uncle said to the Royal Servant, who just nodded and bowed behind him.

Greg looked at him with terror in his eyes, Jeffrey didn't show any sign of any thoughts.

"Sire, we're glad to be in your presence." One of the blonde girls said as she started touching Greg's arm, she was hugging his arm in a way that pushed her upper body against him. Another girl came close and started caressing his thigh. Greg took a few steps back until he hit his back to the Royal Servant who stood there like stone, eyes focused to somewhere distant.

"Oh my god they've lost their minds." Greg whispered. "Do something!" He said to the Royal Servant but Jeffrey seemed like he forgot how to speak!

One of the girls seperated Greg from the Royal Servant and pushed him over to the middle. All of the girls hovered over him. "Yo!" Greg said as someone kissed his neck, and someone else was taking off his belt. "Oh my god stop!" He screamed, pushing all of the girls away.

Jeffrey didn't realize he's been holding his breath all this time, but he finally let it go.

"Do you really want to lay with me for fucks sake?" Gred asked, annoyed. He put on his belt back on.

"Of course sire." One of the girls said with a smile. "That's why we're here."

"Come on now." Greg rolled his eyes. "You're here because of my sick uncle paid you to."

"No, of course no-"

"Be honest with me now." Greg said as he stood in front of the goddess blonde girl. "Me." He said pointing at himself. "I'm your type? Of all people, me?" The blonde girl obviously wanted to lie with something sweet but she couldn't help but look at him up and down and biting her lips in worry.

"Just tell him we did it." Greg huffed while he went to pour himself a glass. Then he just dropped down to the couch. The girls were unsure about what to do next, looking at each other. They still sat right next to the prince.

"Jeffrey get yourself a glass." Greg mumbled.

"I'm good." The Royal Servant answered.

"Jeffrey." Greg glared at him with such intense stare that he couldn't resist. He silently poured himself a glass and sat right next to one of the girls.

"That must be uncomfortable." One of the girls said and before he could protest the girl was taking off the Royal Servant's jacket.

"Wait-" he started while she started taking off his tight tie as well.

The girl looked at the other with her hand still on Jeffrey's tie and said. "We could still entertain him?"

"Oh hell no he's off limits!" the Crown Prince jumped up from the couch and everyone looked at him. Jeffrey felt a weird shaking in his stomach.

Greg signed him to come closer. Jeffrey gently pushed the girl away and walked over to the crown prince. "I'm going to ruin their plan." Greg said with utter determination. He knew that the Royal Servant would ask him to do whatever the Royal family asked him to do, as he always did. And he had to come up with a great argument about why he wasn't going to just lie with random girls.

"Okay." Jeffrey said.

"Look, you don't understand. I can't do this because-" Greg started to protest but stopped in the middle. He looked at the Royal Servant with confusion. "Did you just say okay?"

Jeffrey silently nod. Greg was completely shocked but he came back to his senses.

"Alright girls." The Crown Prince clapped his hands. "You're hired to entertain me, yeah?"

"Yes, sire." They answered in unison.

"Then entertainment it is." Greg smiled.

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Hearing the sudden crash and the burst of music, the entire staff and residents of the palace ran off to the main hall. Where they found... The Crown Prince and 12 girls, fully drunk, half dressed with paint all over them and on the floors. Everyone had spray paints in their hands, drawing stupid shit on the expensive marble walls, listening to some punk music. Toilet papers were hanging from the chandelier, the table was broken.

"Damn you're talented." Greg clapped as one of the girls skillfully rode his skateboard even if it was her first time. She got down the board with a chuckle.

"I didn't have this much fun in ages."

"What's your name?" Greg asked putting a party hat on her head.

"Issa." She answered and took of with the board.

"Claudius Victor Gregorie! What on earth is this mess?!" The Queen screamed.

"I'm having fun just like uncle wanted!" Greg said as he drunkenly stumbled over a stool and fell down head first. Two more girls fell down as he accidentally crashed them. They all laughed on the floor.

"I thought you could hold him in line." The Uncle shook his head in disappointment as he stood right next to the Royal Servant.

"No one can do that." Jeffrey said, but it was an obvious lie. Jeffrey could and would make sure the orders were followed, however this time he really, really didn't want to. It was okay to watch the crown prince trying to get up and try to lift one of the girls up too, all falling down on top of each other again. Jeff even found it funny.

But seeing them touch him like they did in the room, just made him angry inside. It made his heart furious.

So this time, he just let Greg do whatever he wanted and he actually enjoyed the mess infront of him for once.

"To the pool then!" He heard Greg scream right about then and his mind returned to the current. Greg and his army of girls were running towards the pool with wild screams.

"Oh no way." Jeffrey screamed sprinting after the young prince. No one was getting drowned under his watch. But for some reason, he just couldn't help smiling, even when the crown prince actually did jump in the pool and he had to jump after him to save his ass.