425 Soaked Consort Selection (1/2)

Alas, with a harem of more than five thousand peerless beauties, although some stood out more than others, none could truly grip Konrad's gaze.

”Oh well, let performance decide.”

He opted while Daphne waved her sleeves. Instantaneously, the maids carried in thousands of barrels that they opened, releasing pink flames that flawlessly burned within the wood. From the flames, pink fog rose to permeate the atmosphere, and assault the senses of all the gathered folks.

While Konrad and his consorts didn't bat an eyelid before the hallucinogen, for the guests, it was another matter. Male or female, lust, desire, and the need to indulge in wanton partying welled up within their chests and drenched their bodies in sweat.

Regardless of initial skin shade, all now possessed a pink hue while delirium filled most individuals' eyes and some even wagged their tongues. Unable to restrain themselves, the victorious men ignored all consequences to turn toward their trapped ladies.

As for the defeated, they cast covetous glances at those they failed to snatch.

Alas, before they could make a move, chains burst from the ground to bind and trap them all in unsatisfied lust! As for the ladies, those bound to floor pillories and crosses didn't have much choice and could only contort with aching need as their exposed folds drenched their thighs and the ground underneath.

But for the 958 successful ladies, it was another story. If before they stood in deference and respect, trying to conceal the desire Konrad kindled within them, when the mist kicked into gear, they lost all restraints and stared at him with voracious hunger.

Naturally, with Konrad standing, other men fell into the background. Alas, even in this aphrodisiac-induced frenzy, none dared assault the Profane Prince. There were simpler ways to court damnation. But as the 958 trembled with soaring needs and flaring lust, from Konrad's left, Gulistan's voice echoed.

For indeed, this round was her nefarious idea.

”Round two: Mental Fortitude.

Each and every single one of you will receive a plate with a jug and glass of wine to offer his majesty. Bring it to his table, serve him and wait in silence as he drinks, then bring the plate away as you return to your initial position. If you can accomplish this, you pass. If you can't, just say the words, and his majesty will give you release.

But, of course, you fail.”

Gulistan explained with a roguish grin. And hearing this, even Konrad was forced to arch an eyebrow. To say nothing of those women. Unless he suppressed his natural scent, even Sages couldn't stand straight in his presence. But all those ladies already suffered from the aphrodisiac mist. How could they succeed?

It would be great if they didn't try to chew his rod.

But if some could indeed power through, then without hesitation, Konrad would take them into the imperial harem, and bestow Devil Seeds upon them. Meanwhile, Gulistan's words ended, the implications making the ladies clench their fists, as they pulled in deep breaths to calm their erratic mental states.

The maids gave each one a golden plate on top of which a wine jug and empty glass stood. The women were then lined up from number one to 958th.

”Go.”

Gulistan ordered, marking the second round's start. Alas, of the 958 women, one hundred couldn't even take three steps before losing control. Another two hundred collapsed before the stairs leading to Konrad's table, and hurled themselves at him!

While Konrad's lips curved into a smile, Gulistan suppressed them all.

658 remained. But as the first to make it reached Konrad's table, and smelled that mind-boggling floral scent, she immediately collapsed!

”Your…your majesty…please help me!”