Harem Master: Seduction System - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Taking Rosalind’s Virginity (R-18)
Meanwhile, back at the Steele mansion, the wheels of Alaric’s grand plan were already in motion. The 334 million gold coins, a small mountain of wealth, were being put to good use.

Lyra, after several… intimate discussions with her son, had begun investing the funds with a shrewdness that belied her usual demeanor.

Those intimate discussions involved rather passionate nights of sex and moans, with Alaric explaining his plans between thrusts and kisses.

It had been a week since Alaric’s return, and the Steele family had been on a spending spree of epic proportions. A little over 100 million gold coins had already been deployed, a staggering amount that would have made most noble families faint with envy.

The investments were diverse and strategic: new businesses were being established in not just the nearby cities, but also in the Royal Capital, Eryndral, and other key urban centers across the Eloriath Kingdom. They were buying up prime real estate, investing in promising ventures, and establishing new trade routes.

Furthermore, a significant portion of the funds was being used to bolster the Steele family’s defenses. They were purchasing powerful artifacts to enhance their guards and mages, expanding their ranks, and constructing small forts near their territory, subtly expanding their sphere of influence.

This was not just about wealth; it was about power, about reclaiming the Steele family’s lost prestige. It was about laying the foundation for Alaric’s grand ambitions.

In addition to the financial maneuvering, Alaric and Iridelle had been hard at work in the mansion’s workshop, refining and perfecting their Monitoring Artifact, which they had jokingly dubbed the “Watcher.”

The Watcher was a marvel of magical engineering, a small, intricately crafted device with a holographic interface. By inputting the unique identification code of any ‘Phone’, Alaric could access its entire communication history: audio recordings, video logs, even text messages.

The Watcher even had a real-time monitoring function, allowing Alaric to listen in on ongoing conversations, view live video feeds, and even intercept text messages as they were being sent.

The only limitation was data storage. The Watcher required a significant amount of magical energy to function, and storing vast amounts of data required even more. Alaric had wisely allocated 100 million gold coins specifically for this aspect of the operation, ensuring that they had the resources to build a robust and reliable data storage system.

‘This is going to be a game-changer,’ Alaric thought, admiring the Watcher’s holographic interface. ‘With this, I’ll have access to information that no one else has. I’ll be able to anticipate my enemies’ moves, manipulate events to my advantage, and control the flow of information throughout the kingdom.’

He knew that he and Iridelle couldn’t possibly mass-produce the ‘Phones’ themselves. It was a task that required a much larger workforce, a network of skilled craftsmen and artisans.

However, simply handing out the blueprints to other craftsmen was out of the question. That would be a security nightmare, risking the leakage of their technology and compromising their entire operation.

Alaric recalled a strategy used by large corporations in his previous world, a strategy of dividing the production process into multiple specialized tasks, each handled by a separate company. This would prevent any single entity from having a complete understanding of the entire product, making it much harder to reverse engineer or replicate.

‘It’s like a puzzle,’ Alaric thought. ‘Each company has a piece, but only I have the complete picture.’

He decided to invest the remaining 100 million gold coins into establishing a network of companies, each specializing in a specific aspect of the ‘Phone’ production.

One company would be responsible for procuring raw materials, another for manufacturing the internal components, a third for assembling the outer casing, a fourth for calibrating the magical enchantments, and so on.

There were eleven companies in total, each playing a crucial role in the production process. Alaric had meticulously planned each company’s operations, ensuring that no single entity had access to the complete blueprints or the full scope of the project.

Fortunately, the Steele family’s newfound wealth provided him with ample capital to establish these businesses from scratch. He hired skilled managers, recruited talented craftsmen, and secured suitable locations for each company’s operations.

The plan began to take shape, the gears of Alaric’s intricate machine slowly beginning to turn. The production of the ‘Phones’ was underway, albeit in a highly compartmentalized and secretive manner.

Iridelle, with her keen intellect and organizational skills, proved to be an invaluable asset in managing this complex network of businesses. She acted as Alaric’s liaison, overseeing the operations of each company, ensuring that everything ran smoothly and efficiently.

‘She’s a natural,’ Alaric thought, watching Iridelle as she meticulously reviewed reports from each company. ‘I couldn’t have done this without her.’

Thanks to their combined efforts, the production process was progressing rapidly. Within a few days, the first batch of one hundred ‘Phones’ was expected to be completed.

Alaric smiled, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. The world was about to change, and he was the one pulling the strings. The flow of information was about to be his to control. He was ready to usher in a new era, an era of his own making.

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Alaric now turned his attention to the crucial aspect of his plan: marketing. He knew that simply producing the ‘Phones’ wouldn’t be enough. He needed to create demand, a burning desire for his communication devices that would sweep across the kingdom, and eventually, the world.

‘Normal marketing strategies won’t cut it,’ he mused. ‘This isn’t just about selling a product. It’s about creating a cultural shift. I need to make owning a ‘Phone’ a status symbol, a sign of wealth, influence, and sophistication.’

He didn’t want to create a business that simply sold ‘Phones’. That would be too slow, too gradual. He needed to generate explosive demand, to the point where everyone, from the wealthiest noble to the humblest tavern worker, felt that they needed a ‘Phone’.

The price point wouldn’t be exorbitant. He wanted the ‘Phones’ to be accessible, something that even a low-ranking servant or a small-time merchant could afford. However, initially, the distribution would be limited, with the ‘Phones’ being selectively offered to a chosen few.

To kickstart this process, to introduce the ‘Phones’ to the world and create that initial spark of desire, Alaric decided to host a grand banquet. He would invite the highest-ranking noble families in the kingdom, including, if he was lucky, members of the Royal Family.

He knew that inviting them as the Steele family wouldn’t guarantee a full house. Their family’s prestige had waned in recent years, and many of the more powerful families would likely snub the invitation.

‘But that’s okay,’ Alaric thought, a confident smile playing on his lips. ‘Those who do come… they’ll be the catalyst. They’ll be the spark that ignites the flame. They’ll be the ones who create the demand.’

He decided to handle the preparations for the banquet personally. This was too important to delegate. He wanted everything to be perfect, every detail meticulously planned.

However, he knew he couldn’t do it all alone. He needed help, someone with experience in organizing large-scale events, someone he could trust implicitly.

He immediately thought of Rosalind, his secret lover from his time at the Verdant Dawn Academy. She was seven years his senior, a skilled and resourceful woman with a sharp mind and a talent for organization. She was also a high-ranking member of the Silver Ravens Guild, a group of elite mercenaries known for their discretion and efficiency.

He quickly penned a letter to Rosalind, explaining his situation and requesting her assistance. He knew she would come. Their connection was strong, their bond forged in secrecy and passion.

Within days, Rosalind arrived at the Steele mansion. She was as striking as he remembered: tall and athletic, with a voluptuous figure, long red hair that cascaded down her back, and piercing purple eyes that seemed to see right through him. Her thin waist accentuated her curvy buttocks, making her an extremely sexy woman.

“Alaric, darling!” she exclaimed, embracing him warmly. “It’s been too long.”

“Rosalind,” Alaric replied, returning her embrace. “It’s good to see you.”

He then explained his plans for the banquet, outlining his vision and his goals. Rosalind listened intently, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“A grand banquet, eh?” she said, a playful smirk on her lips. “Sounds like fun. I’m in.”

Rosalind immediately got to work, throwing herself into the preparations with her usual energy and enthusiasm. She was a natural organizer, with a keen eye for detail and a knack for managing large-scale events.

They decided that the Steele mansion itself wasn’t large enough to host a banquet of this scale. They needed a larger venue, something that could accommodate a large number of guests and create the desired atmosphere of elegance and sophistication.

They settled on a large clearing near the Steele family’s territory, a picturesque location with stunning views of the surrounding countryside. They hired a team of builders and decorators to transform the clearing into a temporary banquet hall, complete with a large stage, a dance floor, and numerous tables and chairs.

They also hired a renowned chef to prepare a lavish feast, and a team of musicians to provide entertainment. No detail was overlooked. The banquet had to be perfect.

They set the date for one month later, giving them ample time to complete the preparations. The invitations were sent out to all the major noble families in the kingdom, including the Royal Family.

On the night of Rosalind’s arrival, after a long day of planning and preparation, Alaric invited her to his room. It was time to rekindle their relationship, to reaffirm their bond. It was time for Rosalind to lose her virginity.

Rosalind entered his room, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew what was coming. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Alaric closed the door behind her, locking it securely. He turned to face her, his eyes filled with desire. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his.

“Rosalind,” he whispered, his voice soft, “it’s time.”

Rosalind nodded, her breath catching in her throat. She stepped closer to him, her body trembling slightly.

Alaric gently pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss. The kiss deepened, their passion igniting, their bodies pressing together.

He then began to undress her slowly, his fingers tracing the curves of her body, sending shivers down her spine. He then undressed himself, his gaze never leaving hers.

He then laid her down on the bed, his body hovering over hers. He looked into her eyes, seeing the mix of desire and nervousness within them.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring.

Rosalind nodded, her eyes closing. She was ready. She trusted him completely.

Alaric then entered her, slowly and gently, her virginity breaking with a small gasp from her. A few drops of blood stained the sheets, a testament to their intimacy.

He continued his movements, his pace slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his touch.

He then began to move faster, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent. Rosalind moaned softly, her body arching beneath him.

He continued his assault, his own desire building, his pleasure intensifying. He felt her reaching her peak, her body shuddering with release. He then released his own seed inside of her, his own body shuddering with release.

But Alaric wasn’t satisfied with just one round. He wanted more. He wanted to explore every inch of her body, to taste every part of her, to drive her to the very edge of ecstasy. He had planned to have several more rounds with her and enjoy her voluptuous body thoroughly.

Alaric, his body still joined with Rosalind’s, pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting her flushed face. He could see the lingering traces of pain in her eyes, mixed with a newfound sense of wonder. He smirked playfully.

“So,” he whispered, his voice teasing, “was it… unbearable?”

Rosalind blushed furiously, her eyes darting away from his. “It… it was a little uncomfortable,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alaric chuckled, gently kissing her forehead. “Just a little?” he teased. “I thought you Silver Ravens were supposed to be tough.”

Rosalind playfully shoved him away, a small smile playing on her lips. “Oh, shut up,” she mumbled, her voice still slightly breathless.

Alaric grinned, rolling off her and pulling her closer, so she rested her head on his chest. He gently stroked her hair, his touch soothing. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice soft. “It’ll get much better. I promise.”

He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. He knew she was still processing everything that had just happened. It was a big moment for her, losing her virginity, and he wanted to make sure she felt comfortable and safe.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Alaric shifted his position again, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow. He looked down at Rosalind, his eyes filled with desire.

“Ready for round two?” he asked, his voice a low, suggestive whisper.

Rosalind’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and anticipation flickering within them. She had expected him to be tired after their first encounter, but it seemed he had other plans.

“Round two?” she repeated, her voice hesitant.

Alaric chuckled, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips. “Of course, round two,” he murmured. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for, don’t we?”

He could feel her body trembling slightly beneath his touch. He knew she was still a little sore from their first encounter, but he also knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He began to kiss her neck, his lips tracing a path down her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He then began to nibble on her skin, gently biting her, eliciting small moans from her.

He then moved lower, kissing her chest, his tongue tracing circles around her nipples, making them harden. He could feel her breath quickening, her body becoming more responsive to his touch.

He then moved lower still, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, his tongue exploring her navel. He could feel her body arching beneath him, her moans growing louder.

He then reached his destination, his lips pressing against her most intimate part. He began to lick and tease her, his tongue working its magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Rosalind moaned loudly, her body shuddering beneath him. She had never experienced anything like this before. It was an entirely new sensation, a whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Alaric continued his ministrations, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. He could feel her tightening around him, her body reaching its peak.

Rosalind cried out, her body convulsing in a series of intense spasms. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before. It was like nothing she had ever imagined.

Alaric then moved back up, his gaze meeting hers. He could see the pure ecstasy in her eyes, the complete surrender to pleasure. He smiled, his own desire reaching a fever pitch.

He then positioned himself between her legs once more, his gaze locking with hers. He entered her slowly, gently, giving her time to adjust.

This time, there was no pain, only pure, unadulterated pleasure. Rosalind moaned softly, her body relaxing beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

Alaric began to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, his pace quickening. He could feel her body responding to his, her hips moving in sync with his.

He then grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently while moving his hips at a fast pace. Rosalind moaned even more loudly as she enjoyed this. Alaric then began to kiss her lips again while thrusting his dick inside of her.

“Are you enjoying this Rosalind?” Alaric asked with a smirk.

“Yes…Yes…Alaric…” Rosalind said as she was being fucked by Alaric and her body was getting hotter and hotter.

Alaric then began to thrust even more faster as he enjoyed the feeling of Rosalind’s insides. He then began to use his hand to even touch her clit. Rosalind then began to moan even more loudly as she felt that Alaric was touching her most sensitive part.

“Oh…Oh…Alaric…!” Rosalind said as she was being touched by Alaric at her most sensitive part.

Alaric then continued to fuck her at this pace for several minutes before they both reached their peak and came together.

Alaric then collapsed on top of Rosalind, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. He knew she was just as exhausted as he was.

They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath, their bodies still intertwined. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the lingering echoes of their shared pleasure.

Alaric then rolled off her, pulling her closer so she rested her head on his chest. He gently stroked her hair, his touch soothing. He knew that this was just the beginning. They had a lot of time to make up for, a lot of passion to explore.