That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 328: Daemonikai waited him out, his brows lifting meaningfully.

"Fine," Vladya exhaled sharply. "You remember that night in the woods, I told you about a girl I fed from?"

Daemonikai's brows furrowed as he searched his memory. "I'm not sure I- Oh, the girl who almost quenched your thirst? The one who got 'really high?'"

"That's the one." Vladya looked… almost embarrassed. "Mmm." Daemonikai's interest piqued, he reversed the cross of his legs and settled back into the chair. "So, who is this female?"

"NO one."

"Do I know her?"

"No."

"Will you tell me anything useful, so I can find this girl and drag her here?"

"No."

Daemonikai sighed dramatically, rising from his seat. "Alright. If the desirable is not available, the available will have to substitute, do you not think?" He strode towards the door. "I'm coming back."

In the maid quarters, chaos reigned. Gales of laughter mingled with the sharp snaps of cards, interspersed by the occasional clatter of objects tumbling to the floor and boisterous cheers.

Daemonikai walked in and stood framed in the doorway. His voice, clear and authoritative, sliced through the uproar. "Who among you desires the honor of lying with Grand Lord Vladya? Step forward now." The quarters fell silent, as solemn as a tombstone. One by one, the females emerged, eyes wide, lips parted in excitement. Seventeen of them in total.

Vladya, with all his cold-heartedness and meanness to the females, was a sensation for them. They loved him a lot.

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Daemonikai pointed to five after dismissing the rest. "Come with me."

When he reentered the royal residence, Daemonikai's instincts flared. Something was wrong.

"Wait here," he ordered the females, following Vladya's scent, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The air in the bedchamber crackled with danger. A second later, a hulking, half-shifted Vladya lunged at him.

This time, Daemonikai was ready.

Taking a half-shift as well, he met Vladya's feral rage with his own controlled savagery. Vladya's beast was in control, fighting to kill him, and Daemonikai did not hold back.

He fought not just to subdue but to reach the man within. And when he finally did, forcing Vladya back to his human form, his own beast was almost harder to control-enjoying the violence, demanding a complete shift.

Vladya might have stopped attempting to rip his head off, but he still had a wild look in his eyes.

"Let us tackle your sexlust, shall we?" Daemonikai's voice was rough, barely controlled. "Come in."

The Urekai maids entered cautiously, eyeing the grand lord, now seated on the edge of the bed, muscles coiled tight like a cobra waiting to strike. Their eyes widened in unison, and they quickly bared their throats.

Vladya was upon them in an instant, scenting their necks.

Pupils dilated, claws flexing as he inhaled each one, moving from female to female with increasing agitation and frustration. By the time he'd reached the last one, he was snarling. Claws elongated, poised to strike.

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