Their feet stepped into the towering skyscraper that pierced arrogantly into the sky. The breathtaking modern architecture blended seamlessly with elegant luxury touches, creating an undeniable sense of grandeur. Raiden and Sylvia moved through the ground floor lobby, their steps echoing across the gleaming marble floors.
An exclusive VIP elevator welcomed them with its glossy glass doors. This premium chamber would carry them to the building's summit, where their luxurious penthouse awaited. This skyscraper, along with all the land beneath it, belonged to Raiden. His future vision was crystal clear - transforming this magnificent building into the headquarters of the organization he would build. For now, several floors were still leased to businesspeople running their various enterprises.
After a few minutes of enjoying the cityscape through the elevator's glass walls, they finally arrived at the penthouse. This stunning luxury residence showcased high-end architecture with tasteful opulent touches. The sprawling grounds stretched out beautifully, adorned with meticulously arranged exotic plants. Premium outdoor amenities were strategically scattered throughout, creating a perfect harmony between luxury and natural beauty.
Behind this penthouse's perfection stood a tireless army of trained maids. Dozens of professional women dedicated themselves to maintaining every corner of the residence in prime condition. Sylvia, as the exclusive maid, stood at the apex of the servant hierarchy. With graceful authority, she directed the maids to prepare meals and ensure each room met the highest cleanliness standards. Her commands flowed like water, firm yet elegant, reflecting perfectly honed professionalism.
In the majestic lobby of Raiden's cloud-piercing skyscraper, a sleek black Mercedes van glided like a panther in the night. The automatic sliding doors parted with a soft hum, revealing four stunning figures - the members of the sensational girl group 'Lunarian'. A sophisticated female manager gracefully descended from the driver's seat, escorting her protégés into the luxurious lobby bathed in the shimmer of Carrara marble.
The four top-tier stars donned striking yet elegant all-black ensembles - high-quality fedora hats, designer sunglasses, and masks that perfectly concealed their coveted faces, always hunted by news hounds and die-hard fans.
"Manager," Irene, Lunarian's leader known for her graceful demeanor, whispered in a silk-like tone. Her voice carried an unmistakable anxiety. "Won't this mysterious invitation... create controversy that could tarnish our reputation?"
As a girl group that had just etched their name among the elite of the global music industry, every step they took had to be calculated with utmost precision. One tiny mistake, one trivial scandal, could shatter the empire they'd built with blood, sweat, and tears.
The motherly manager offered a reassuring smile. "Relax, dear Irene. The person you're about to meet isn't just anyone." Her authoritative steps led them to the VIP elevator that seemed to await their arrival. "They're the heir to one of the supreme sorcerer families. Forget the global music industry - even the Hollywood kingdom could crumble to pieces in the blink of an eye if that was their wish."
"B-but..." Cindy, Lunarian's youngest, renowned for her Greek goddess-like features, furrowed her porcelain brow. Her platinum blonde tresses shimmered like liquid gold under the lobby's crystal chandeliers. Her golden irises reflected deep discomfort. "I... I can't handle meeting some greasy fat dude or creepy old geezer!"
Hearing Cindy's innocent complaint, the other three members sank into horrifying imaginations - picturing unattractive men trying to approach them in spine-chilling ways. Their beautiful faces instantly soured, as if they'd just swallowed bitter pills.
The manager could only exhale a meaningful sigh. She understood Cindy's cotton-soft yet easily wounded temperament - even the slightest reprimand would only worsen the atmosphere. Meanwhile, the elegant maid accompanying them couldn't suppress an amused smile, witnessing the girls' wild imagination about her young master that was far from reality.
The gold-plated luxury elevator finally reached its destination at the top floor. As the doors opened with a melodious hum, their breaths collectively caught in wonderment. Before them stretched a scene straight out of a fairy tale - a magnificent penthouse with luxurious interiors facing directly onto a metropolitan panorama that sparkled like jewels. Raiden's residence wasn't just a home - it was a tangible manifestation of his unshakeable power and status in the highest social hierarchy.
A gentle breeze caressed them as they walked through Raiden's magnificent penthouse garden. The fountain danced elegantly in the courtyard, surrounded by artistic statues standing as silent witnesses. The four Lunarian members and their manager remained awestruck, their eyes fixed on the luxury sprawled before them.
At the main entrance, the graceful figure of Sylvia stood waiting. Her eyes followed as the idols removed their disguises - masks, hats, and dark sunglasses - which were then handed to their manager for safekeeping.
Irene, sensing a different aura emanating from the figure before them, took the initiative to bow respectfully. "Good evening, madam. I'm Irene, Lunarian's leader," she greeted formally.
Instead of responding, Sylvia observed them intensely. Her eyes traced Irene's figure without hesitation before moving to the other three members in the same manner. Although Sylvia herself was a beautiful and mature woman, her appraising gaze made the idols uncomfortable.
Yet they understood - the figure before them, despite wearing a maid's uniform, radiated an authority that couldn't be ignored. None dared to voice their discomfort.
Catching the hanging tension, the black-bobbed manager stepped forward. "Madam Sylvia," she spoke, "The CEO informed us they would be under your care. I apologize for my boldness, but I beg you to take good care of them." Her voice was genuinely pleading.
Sylvia nodded gracefully. "Of course. That's my duty," she replied in a controlled tone. "The young master greatly admires them. It's impossible for me to let such beautiful girls be treated improperly." She gestured for them to enter the penthouse.
Upon arriving at the luxurious penthouse, Sylvia ushered the four girls and their manager into the dressing room. Instead of casual attire as they'd expected, Sylvia's deadly persuasion convinced them to don sexy lingerie with garter belts, wrapped in soft silk robes that flowed smoothly against their skin. Even their manager couldn't escape this persuasion.
The four young women radiated a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Dark thoughts swirled in their minds, imagining the worst fate of serving some disgusting old man. Plans of rebellion and escape began forming in silence.
But all thoughts of rebellion vanished instantly when a captivating figure greeted their sight. On the second-floor lounge sofa sat a young man with silver hair and otherworldly handsomeness. His sapphire blue eyes regarded them with a neutral gaze devoid of lust, as if their beauty was merely an ordinary sight. Strangely, that cold stare cut deep into the hearts of these beautiful girls.
They were used to facing snide or envious looks from others. But this indifferent gaze from such a gorgeous man, exuding a strong noble aura, made them doubt the charm they'd always taken pride in.
Behind his calm expression, Raiden was actually holding back immense shock. Not just because of their stunning faces, but more due to the hidden potential he detected. Especially Irene, the woman with long black hair that shimmered like night silk.
'Primordial vampire blood flows in her veins. Truly rare,' Raiden marveled inwardly, thanks to his Ethereal Sight ability that granted him access to hidden secrets.
The four women remained transfixed, hypnotized by the presence of a man who seemed to have stepped out of classic fairy tales. A prince figure they thought existed only in imagination.
Raiden rose gracefully, an enchanting smile adorning his face. "Hello, I'm Raiden. Pleased to finally meet you all in person," he greeted with a deep, soothing yet authoritative voice.
Snapping out of her trance, Irene bowed respectfully. "I'm Irene, Young Master. It's an honor—" Her words cut off mid-sentence.
Like lightning, Raiden had moved before her. His long, elegant fingers touched Irene's cheek with unexpected gentleness. His blue eyes radiated deep affection while admiring the perfect features before him.
"Y-Young Master?" Irene stuttered softly, confusion filling her gleaming crimson eyes.
In a fluid motion, Raiden captured Irene's luscious lips. One hand slipped behind her head, while his other arm wrapped protectively around her slim waist.
Irene, known for her cold and controlled demeanor, now appeared vulnerable with a blush coloring her cheeks. Strangely, not a hint of rejection stirred in her heart.
Slowly but surely, she melted into the intoxicating sensation as Raiden's tongue gently invaded her mouth. Under his guidance, they sank into an intense and passionate french kiss, their tongues dancing in perfect harmony.
Feeling tired of constantly bending down to kiss, Raiden moved his hands to Irene's firm, plump ass, gripping the soft flesh with just the right amount of force. He lifted the beautiful woman up, carrying her intimately.
With Irene now unable to escape or reject his touch, Raiden took the initiative to end their increasingly intense French kiss. A strand of saliva connected their lips as he pulled back slightly. Irene was panting from both the strong surge of desire and exhaustion from matching Raiden's fierce passion. Her eyes were slightly hazy from the unexpected waves of pleasure.
During their kisses, Raiden had deliberately channeled the purest, highly concentrated magical energy, triggering the awakening of the dormant magical core within Irene's body. However, it seemed there were other conditions needed to fully activate it.
While still carrying Irene, Raiden turned his attention to the four women who looked shocked, their expressions a complex mix of curiosity and bewilderment.
"You four, sit on that couch," Raiden instructed, pointing to the sofa opposite to where he sat earlier.
The women nodded slightly in agreement, promptly walking to the long sofa and sitting in a neat row.
Meanwhile, Raiden walked to the opposite couch, sitting down with Irene on his lap, who looked increasingly embarrassed. In this position, her silk nightgown rode up, exposing her smooth, plump ass clad in matching black lingerie and garter belt.
"Y-young master, I-I think this is too sudden--" Irene protested softly, stumbling over her words as her emotions ran wild.
But before she could continue, Raiden captured her luscious lips once more. "Don't worry, I'm sorry if you feel it's too sudden. It's just that I already consider you mine," he whispered softly into her ear, making Irene's heart race faster and her breathing more ragged.
As a natural reaction, Irene's body grew hotter. Her large, full breasts beneath the lingerie became more taut, her nipples hardening and standing erect, while her pussy flowered open, releasing warm fluids that dampened her lingerie in that private area.
Usually, Irene felt disgusted if a man touched her skin even slightly, but now she began to realize how comfortable she felt, naturally releasing the tension within herself while sitting in the lap of this silver-haired man with sapphire blue eyes who was captivating her soul more deeply.
Without warning, Irene's crimson red eyes glowed brilliantly. A pair of sharp fangs emerged, and she spontaneously sank them into Raiden's neck area. She sucked his blood, which strangely tasted so delicious it made her experience an ecstasy of happiness, relief, and infinite satisfaction like consuming drugs.
Raiden slightly furrowed his brows when feeling Irene's sharp fangs pierce his fair, slender neck. Yet strangely, he felt an unexpected comfort and warmth from the woman's actions in his lap. Spontaneously, he stroked Irene's hair, like a father soothing his baby during feeding time.
In the next moment, Raiden's iris suddenly changed to Crimson red as well. A unique Crimson red tattoo of an ouroboros snake with sharp fangs biting its own tail appeared on the neck area where Irene had bitten. Right now, they could both feel an eternal soul connection like twin flames meeting each other, merging tightly and impossible to be severed by anything.
Not long after, Raiden's iris color returned to normal, and the unique tattoo on his neck stopped glowing.