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

Chapter 81: Why would the flirtatious words of a slutty human slave girl affect him so?

"Perhaps because the words were not directed at you?" a voice whispered inside him.

Grand Lord Vladya clenched his teeth. This is insane. Wholeheartedly, he embraced his anger, for it was preferable to the arousal that simmered beneath it.

The image of the girl's naked body invaded his thoughts, vivid as daylight. She possessed an alluring beauty akin to that of a temptress. It was no wonder she had attempted to bespell Zaiper. To enchant them with the magic that was her body's beauty. Was it because she was a princess?

Her body was porcelain, beautifully sculpted and curvaceous. A true masterpiece, captivating every lord's attention to the point where they were unable to tear their gaze away.

They licked their lips hungrily, their minds consumed by fantasies of what they desired to do with her enticing body.

Vladya understood their struggle.

He had to clench his fists tightly to resist the temptation to grab her when she undressed. Worst of all, he had fought against his own primal instincts-his beast.

Ever since the events of five centuries ago, his beast had remained dormant in many ways. After he lost his soul, he felt a detachment from his inner animal.

Lust no longer held any sway over the beast within him. Vladya could take females to his bed whenever he pleased, but his beast remained indifferent, unconcerned. Until tonight, when Aekeira disrobed.

"Dear Ukrae, that feels good," Grand Lord Zaiper's pleasure-filled groans reached Vladya's ears, followed by Aekeira's whimper.

"Vladya?" Grand Lord Ottai called, looking at him with concern.

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It was then that Vladya realized he had ceased writing and had begun growling.

"Is something the matter?" Ottai inquired.

Ignoring him, Vladya resumed his writing.

"Do you know your eyes have changed?" Ottai pressed on. If the scroll that now appeared dark yellow instead of its original light-brown hue was any indication, then yes, Vladya was undoubtedly aware.

"Your beast is close to the surface. Is there a problem?"

"I am fine," Vladya said through gritted teeth, refusing to spare Ottai even a glance.

Internally, he battled to calm both himself and his inner beast. What in the name of Ukrae is wrong with me?

"Just so you know, work can wait," Ottai continued, undeterred. "Though I disagree with Zaiper, the ceremony is still taking place, and…"

"There is nothing left to do but enjoy the occasion. You should join in the festivities. Once this banquet is over, I'm pouncing on Rina at the first opportunity. I can hardly wait to return home."

Ottai's smile held a hint of amusement as he mentioned his bondmate. He then fixed Vladya with an expectant gaze. "You might as well have some fun too. Choose any slave you desire and let go of whatever is troubling you."

If only it were that simple. Still, Ottai had a point. Vladya might as well enjoy the banquet. Why deny himself what he desired when it was within his reach?

Thus, he rolled up the parchment, handed it to a nearby soldier, and rose from his throne. "You are indeed right, Lord Ottai."

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