As usual, Claude was immersed in his work, studying the history of Elysium along with its economic and political landscape.
Governing a kingdom required more than just brute strength and ambition—he needed knowledge to rule effectively.
However, today was different. Four massive distractions sat to his left and right, making it nearly impossible to concentrate.
Those distractions were none other than the twins, Layla and Lilac, whose ample boobs were practically spilling onto the table as they rested their heads on their hands.
They stared at Claude with the kind of fascination one would reserve for a masterpiece like Michelangelo's David.
They had promised not to disturb him, but with mountains like those in his peripheral vision, focusing was a challenge.
'Damn it, these twins won't leave me alone! Do they really want to fuck me that badly?'
He exhaled through his nose, trying to suppress his frustration.
Not that he didn't want to fuck them too, but duty came first.
