Prince Alexander's Harem *

Next Day.

In what felt like a moment, Tristan woke up to a persistent knock on his door.

"Dagger, what time is it?" Tristan asked, still groggy from sleep.

"It's 9 a.m., sir," Dagger replied.

"Do you know who's knocking on my door, Daggo?" Tristan inquired once more.

"Daggo? But I'm Dagger, sir. There's a lady server knocking on your door with your breakfast, sir."

"No, from now on, you are Daggo. And I don't take no for an answer," Tristan declared as he walked towards the door.

"Your wish is my command, sir. Daggo at your service," Daggo responded with a defeated tone.

As Tristan opened the door, he recognized the same lady server who had served him lunch the day before. She wore the same uniform, albeit with a shorter skirt, and had applied more makeup and perfume than yesterday.

"Good morning, Master Tristan. I'm here to provide you with a massage and then serve you breakfast," the lady greeted him.

"Oh no, not the massage again, miss. I thought I had declined your offer yesterday. Well, my refusal still stands. Just breakfast, please," Tristan firmly rejected.

"My apologies for saying this, Master Tristan, but I was instructed by Prince Alexander to not accept no for an answer. Please allow me to fulfill his command, sir," the lady pleaded, hoping Tristan would reconsider.

Upon hearing that Uncle Alexander wanted the lady to give him a massage, Tristan reluctantly agreed.

"Fine, miss. Let's get it over with. By the way, are you also serving Uncle Alex?" Tristan inquired.

"To tell you the truth, Master Tristan, I'm not a server. I am one of the ladies in Prince Alexander's harem," the lady confessed.

Tristan nearly choked on his own saliva upon hearing that revelation. After mentally preparing himself for whatever was to come, he allowed the lady to enter.

Tristan walked towards his bed while the lady approached a small cabinet and retrieved a massage table from inside. She set up the table next to the main table.

Once the table was ready, Tristan went over and prepared to lie on his stomach.

"My apologies for saying this, Master Tristan, but it would be best if you undressed completely, as this massage is intended for all parts of your body," the lady politely suggested, smiling.

"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, miss. Please understand that I've never had a massage before," Tristan replied, equally polite.

Tristan hesitantly removed his clothes, leaving himself uncovered. He used his hands to cover his genitalia as he lay down on his stomach. The lady poured a flowery-scented oil onto her hands and began massaging him. After several minutes of massaging his back and feet, she massaged his bottom and crotch, much to Tristan's surprise and protest.

Ignoring his protests, the lady continued with her massage, now stimulating the sensitive area of Tristan's body. Apologizing, Tristan slightly lifted his bottom to alleviate the pressure on his genitalia. He could hear the lady stifling her laughter.

After a few minutes of raising his bottom, the lady finally said, "You may turn onto your back, sir."

"Are you sure, miss?" Tristan replied nervously.

"You seem uncomfortable lifting your bottom, sir. Let me help you find a more comfortable position," she said in a friendly tone, holding Tristan's hip to assist him in lying on his back.

Now, not only was his face facing the lady, but his stiff genitalia was as well. The lady seemed unfazed by what was before her. She continued massaging Tristan's body, including his huge crotch, which only caused his genitalia to become more aroused.

Suddenly, a naughty thought crossed Tristan's mind.

"Lady, it would only be fair if you massaged me while undressed. Don't you agree?" Tristan said with a naughty smile.

"As you wish, Master Tristan," she replied without hesitation. She paused her massage, removed all her clothes, including her bra and underwear, and resumed massaging Tristan completely naked.

He could see every inch of her skin previously covered by her dress, which appeared smooth and had a healthy complexion. As she tied her long hair, Tristan couldn't help but notice her ample bosom swaying as she moved her hands against his bare skin. And with each passing moment, Tristan's arousal grew stronger.

Tristan closed his eyes, trying his best to divert his thoughts towards something else—towards the upcoming journey that awaited him. He imagined his battles against terrifying monsters in a dark and ominous realm. With his armor, sword, shield, and pistol, he pictured himself venturing into this brave new world. The thrill of the impending adventure shifted his focus from lust to his passion for outdoor exploration.

Suddenly, the lady's voice interrupted his reverie, returning him to reality.

"Would you like me to attend to your genitalia, Master Tristan? I am at your service, sir," she said with a mischievous smile and a gulp.

But Tristan's mind was already consumed by thoughts of his upcoming adventure. His excitement now lay solely in the forthcoming journey.

"Thank you, miss. Your massages have been rejuvenating. I am now hungry. Let's eat, shall we? I would be delighted if you joined me for breakfast. There is enough food and drink on the tray for both of us," Tristan said, smiling and gently removing the lady's hand from his body despite his genitalia still stiff.

"Yes, Master. Allow me to wash you with fresh water in the bathroom," the lady responded.

She took Tristan's hand and led him to the bathroom, where they quickly washed without any further indulgence. Once cleaned up and dressed, Tristan and the lady sat before the table and peacefully enjoyed their breakfast.

"Lady, may I inquire about your name? And how long have you been a part of Uncle Alex's harem?" Tristan asked, stirring his coffee.

"My name is Shania, Master Tristan. I have been a member of Prince Alex's harem for five years," Shania replied. "May I ask you something, Master Tristan?" she continued with a question.

Tristan simply nodded, indicating for her to proceed.

"I can see and sense your desire for me, and I know you find me attractive. Why did you not act upon it?" Shania inquired.

"I don't know... Shania. I truly don't know," Tristan responded, unwilling to disclose his excitement about the imminent adventure that awaited him.

After Shania had cleared the empty plates and glasses from the table and excused herself, she reminded Tristan that Prince Alexander expected him to be fully prepared and wearing his armor in the Main Dining Room by lunchtime, which was in approximately two hours. She mentioned that it would be a splendid lunch attended by the King, Queen, and all of Tristan's siblings, including The Crown Prince and Tristan's little sister, Princess Leylla.

Furthermore, Shania informed him that Prince Alexander would provide him with his weapons during lunch. This news only heightened Tristan's excitement. As he closed the door, he exclaimed with enthusiasm,

"Daggo, let's have one more practice session with the armor before we head downstairs to meet the King!"