Chapter 262: Chapter : 261 : Too Many Needy Woman!

The cafeteria hummed with the low buzz of first-year students—forks clinking against plates, laughter rising in bursts, floating trays gliding smoothly between tables like obedient familiars.

Aiden’s group occupied their long table near the arched windows, sunlight spilling across the white oak surface and making the silver runes etched into it shimmer faintly with each new bite taken.

The floating trays had already delivered their orders—steaming plates, golden pastries, chilled glasses of juice—and the wives were eating with varying degrees of enthusiasm, silverware moving in lazy, contented rhythm.

Vegia took a small, careful sip of her juice—orange liquid glowing softly in the glass—then set it down with a quiet clink. “Why do you think she took him?” she asked, voice soft but curious, glancing toward the arched exit Aiden and Mira had disappeared through earlier.

Nyxion shrugged, chewing slowly on whatever was on her fork, fluffy black tail swishing behind her chair. “Maybe she wants some dick,” she said matter-of-factly, swallowing with a little hum of satisfaction.

Ela—still perched on the edge of her seat like she might bolt at any second—blushed so hard her lavender hair seemed to glow against her scarlet cheeks. “W-Wait… she’s a teacher. She wouldn’t do something like that to a student… right?”

Thristle leaned forward across the table, violet eyes glinting with wicked amusement, fork paused halfway to her mouth. “Ela, sweetheart,” she drawled, grin widening, “you do know how many girls want My King’s dick, don’t you? It’s not exactly a secret.”

Valeforia nodded toward the counter without looking up from her plate, where Lilienne Blackrose was currently taking orders from a group of flustered nobles, her massive breasts threatening to spill out of her stained apron every time she leaned forward. “That cafeteria bitch over there wanted it too,” she said flatly, stabbing her fork into something with unnecessary force. “Practically drooling when he talked to her.”

“W-What?” Ela yelped, eyes widening in genuine shock, hands flying to her mouth as if to trap the word.

Nayla chuckled low—seductive, throaty—leaning back in her chair so her blue-tinted boobs strained the crimson blazer. “Husband’s dick for life,” she purred, licking a stray drop of sauce from her lower lip with deliberate slowness. “Once they smell it, they’re hooked.”

Before Ela could stammer another protest, every girl sitting opposite her suddenly looked up—eyes brightening like they’d just spotted something precious returned to them.

“What…?” Ela asked, confused, twisting in her seat.

Luna—who had been facing the same direction—froze mid-bite, spoon hovering near her lips. Her wolf ears perked straight up. She sniffed once—twice—then her entire face lit up with pure, radiant joy.

“Master~!” she squealed, launching herself out of her chair so fast it scraped back with a screech.

Aiden’s arms opening automatically. Luna crashed into him like a missile—legs wrapping around his waist, arms locking around his neck, tail wagging furiously behind her. He caught her easily, strong hands sliding under her thighs to hold her up like she weighed nothing.

“Ohh… there, there,” he murmured, voice soft and fond. “Careful, pup.”

Luna beamed up at him—eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed—and kissed him without hesitation. Full, needy, shameless—lips pressing hard, tongue darting out to taste him. Aiden kissed back—deep, possessive—one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, the other supporting her ass.

The entire table watched—some smirking, some cooing, Ela covering her mouth again in scandalized shock.

When they finally parted—lips shiny, breaths mingling—Luna nuzzled his jaw, voice turning adorably soft and innocent. “We missed you…” She glanced down between them, palm gently pressing against the subtle swell of her belly where their child grew. “…both of us.”

Aiden’s expression melted—something tender and fierce all at once. He cupped her belly with his free hand, thumb stroking slow circles over her uniform. “Sorry, baby,” he murmured against her temple. “Took longer than I thought.”

Luna purred—content, happy—rubbing her cheek against his like a cat claiming territory.

Then she sniffed again—deeper this time—nose twitching as she worked her way down his neck, his chest, lower still. Her eyes widened. She slid down his body—still clinging—until her face hovered near his crotch. She pressed her nose against the front of his pants and inhaled.

Ela choked on air. “W-What is she doing?!”

The harem just watched—used to it.

Luna popped back up—and pouted toward him, “You smell like her,” she announced, cupping his cock through the fabric with zero shame. “Down here too.”

Aiden rubbed the back of his head—nervous chuckle escaping despite himself. “Well… We made a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” Lysandra asked calmly from her seat, taking a slow, deliberate bite of whatever was on her fork, eyes never leaving him.

Aiden draped an arm around Luna’s waist—guiding her back to the table. He sat in his chair; she immediately perched sideways on his lap again, arms looping around his neck, face buried in his throat so she could keep smelling him to her heart’s content.

He settled her weight comfortably—hand resting possessively on her hip—then looked around at the expectant faces.

“She wanted me to show the nobles their place,” he said simply. “Be a role model for commoners. Break their superiority complex.”

Ela leaned forward slightly. “Did you agree?”

Aiden’s smirk returned—slow, wicked. “No.”

Nayla tilted her head, curious. “Then… how did you get her smell all over your dick?”

Aiden shrugged like it was obvious. “She offered sex. Anytime I want. No strings. Said if she gets pregnant, it’s on her—I don’t have to take responsibility.”

A stunned beat of silence.

Then Selvara exploded—standing halfway out of her chair, cheeks scarlet. “A-And you accepted?! You pervert! You absolute—! Y-You shameless—!”

Aiden smiled nervously—hand still petting Luna’s hair as she nuzzled deeper into his neck.

Luna—unbothered—picked up her spoon, scooped something creamy, and pressed it gently to his lips. “Master… say ahh…”

Aiden obliged—opening his mouth, letting her feed him. He chewed slowly, eyes never leaving Selvara’s furious face. “Mmm… it got better with you feeding me.”

Luna beamed—tail wagging happily.

Ela stared—wide-eyed. “Wait… none of you are complaining about cheating?”

Lysandra took another bite—calm, elegant. “He never meant to hide it. He came back smelling for us. That’s honesty.”

Nayla licked her spoon clean—slow, suggestive. “Husband will just add her to the harem. Another wife. Simple.”

Ela looked around the table—taking in the approving smiles, the casual shrugs, the complete lack of jealousy. Even Selvara—still flushed and glaring—wasn’t truly angry, just pouty and tsundere.

“Tch…” Selvara muttered, dropping back into her seat, arms crossed under her breasts. “Baka…”

Aiden reached across the table—hand covering hers. “Selva…”

“W-What?” she snapped, refusing to meet his eyes, voice wobbling like she might cry.

He intertwined their fingers—gentle squeeze. “I love you.”

Selvara froze. Slowly—reluctantly—she looked back at him. Her cheeks burned brighter, eyes shimmering. Then she smiled—small, soft, real.

“I love you too… baka…”

The table melted into quiet, warm smiles.

Then a clear voice rang through the cafeteria—magically amplified.

“Students… time for your second trial.”

The hall stirred—chairs scraping, trays floating back to the counter, conversations cutting short.

Aiden looked down at Luna—still curled in his lap, content and smelling him like he was her entire world.

“Ready?” he asked softly.

Luna nodded—bright, trusting. “Always, Master.”

He kissed her forehead—then glanced around at his wives, at shy Ela still sitting frozen in her chair.

“Let’s go break some more records.”

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END OF Chapter : 262 : TOO MANY NEEDY WOMAN!

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