Desire Time

Ray stood before the mirror, adjusting his perfectly tailored attire. His reflection showed a man of unparalleled confidence, with an aura that commanded respect. The soft glow of the chamber's ambiance highlighted the sharp features of his face, and the darkness of his eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets.

He decided to take a stroll through the gardens of his estate, enjoying the evening breeze and the quiet solitude. The gardens were a masterpiece, with intricate fountains and sculptures that seemed to come alive under the moonlight. As he walked, the sound of soft footsteps caught his attention.

"Sir, I've come to attend to your needs," a soft voice said, accompanied by a gentle bow.

Ray turned to face the speaker, a beautiful maid with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair. Her uniform was immaculately pressed, and her presence seemed to radiate an aura of innocence.

"Ah, yes. I think I'll require your... services tonight," Ray said, his voice low and husky.

The maid's eyes fluttered, but she maintained her composure. "As you wish, sir. How may I serve you?"

Ray smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think a drink would be nice. And perhaps some... company."

The maid nodded, her movements fluid as she poured a glass of wine from a nearby decanter. As she handed it to Ray, their fingers touched, sending a spark of electricity through the air.

"I see you're new here," Ray said, his voice laced with curiosity.

"Yes, sir. I started a fortnight ago," the maid replied, her eyes downcast.

Ray's gaze wandered over her, taking in the curves of her body, the way her hair fell down her back like a waterfall of night. He felt a surge of desire, a hunger that had been building for a while.

"Tell me, what's your name?" Ray asked, his voice softer now.

"I-I'm Elara, sir," the maid stammered, her cheeks flushing.

Ray's smile grew wider. "Elara. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Come, let's enjoy the evening together."

As the night wore on, Ray and Elara found themselves lost in conversation, their words flowing like a gentle stream. They spoke of everything and nothing, their laughter intertwining like the branches of the trees in the garden.

But beneath the surface, Ray's desire simmered, waiting to be unleashed.

As the conversation flowed, Ray led Elara to a secluded part of the gardens, the sound of the fountains growing softer, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves. The moon cast a silver glow over them, illuminating the path ahead.

"Elara, you're enchanting," Ray said, his voice low and seductive. "I find myself wanting to know more about you, to see more of you."

Elara's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "I'm flattered, sir. But I'm just a maid."

Ray's smile widened. "You're so much more than that, Elara. You're a mystery, a treasure waiting to be discovered."

He reached out, his hand brushing against hers, sending shivers down her spine. Elara didn't pull away, her eyes locked on his.

"Sir, I...I shouldn't," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ray's laughter was low and husky. "You shouldn't what, Elara? Enjoy the evening with me? I think you should. I think you deserve to be pampered, to be treated like the queen you are."

His words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing and comforting. Elara felt her resolve weakening, her heart pounding in her chest.

Without another word, Ray took her hand, leading her to a nearby gazebo. The air was thick with tension as he turned to face her, his eyes burning with desire.

"Elara, I want you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to touch you, to taste you, to make you mine."

Elara's lips parted, her breath catching in her throat. She felt a surge of excitement, a thrill of anticipation.

And then, Ray's lips were on hers, his kiss like a stormy night, passionate and all-consuming. Elara felt herself melting into his arms, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the night wore on, Ray and Elara lost themselves in each other, their passion igniting like a wildfire. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire.

In the end, it was just the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one. Ray smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Elara, you're mine now," he whispered.

As Ray held Elara in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had never felt this way before, not even in his previous life as Max. The power and freedom he now possessed were intoxicating, and he knew he would never let them go.

Elara, still trembling with passion, looked up at Ray with eyes that shone like stars. "Sir, I...I didn't expect this," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ray chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I told you, Elara. You're mine now. And I always get what I want."

As he spoke, he led Elara back to the mansion, his arm around her waist. The night air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the sound of distant music.

As they walked, Ray couldn't help but think about his plans for the future. He would attend school in Nava City, pretending to be a normal citizen, and build his harem. He would elevate those he chose to a higher class, and keep his family at the top of the Noble hierarchy.

The thought sent a thrill through him, and he tightened his hold on Elara. She was just the beginning, he thought, a small step towards his ultimate goal.

As they reached the mansion, Ray led Elara to his bedroom, a lavish space filled with the finest furnishings and decorations. He closed the door behind them, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Elara, I want you to stay with me tonight," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to wake up with you by my side."

Elara's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her eyes shining with desire. "Yes, sir. I'd like that."

Ray smiled, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew that this was just the beginning, that he would have many more nights like this in the future. And he couldn't wait to see what the future held.

As he pulled Elara into his arms, he knew that he would do everything in his power to make his desires a reality. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, to build his harem and keep his family at the top of the Noble hierarchy.

The world was his playground, and he was ready to play.