Riser Phenex, The Supreme Overlord

When Riser Phenex woke from his slumber, his stomach churned violently, threatening to expel its contents onto the ground.

He gagged, his body convulsing, but nothing came out. Instead, he stumbled forward, his legs weak and unsteady, until his hand found a nearby pillar for support.

Clutching it tightly, he managed to shuffle to a table and collapse into a chair, his breathing ragged.

His face was pale, a sickly contrast to his usual composed demeanor, and the lingering discomfort in his stomach from last night's excessive drinking only amplified his misery.

Worst of all, his heart felt like a chaotic storm, emotions swirling as he struggled to make sense of it all.

His bleary eyes swept over the empty barroom around him, the silence oppressive.

He sighed deeply, a bitter thought crossing his mind.

Is this my life now?

No one had come to check on him. Not a single soul had bothered to see how he was faring.

Yes, he had ordered them all to leave him alone, but wasn't there anyone who cared enough to defy him?

A truly caring individual would have followed their instincts and reached out, prioritizing the voice of their heart over blind obedience to his commands.

But no, their feelings, their instincts, and their so-called loyalty all told them he was fine.

He was Riser Phenex, the unshakable phoenix in their minds, not the fragile man drowning in sorrow and grappling with the bleak future he now faced.

Even his family—his dear, beloved sister—had not bothered to check on him.

He was no longer a shining beacon of power or prestige.

His past glory had faded, and the world no longer revolved around him.

Now, it revolved around Issei Hyoudou.

His family was preoccupied, preparing for his sister's transfer to Kuoh Academy, where she would meet her new "prince charming."

Meanwhile, he was left here, wallowing in misery, drinking himself into oblivion as his once-proud existence decayed around him.

Still clad in the same red suit he had worn the previous night, Riser attempted to straighten himself.

He adjusted his crumpled collar and brushed off imaginary dust, trying to reclaim a semblance of his former dignity.

The ache in his stomach and the discomfort in his body became minor nuisances as he resolved to present the facade of a powerful noble once again.

When he entered the bathroom to clean himself up, however, he was met with an unexpected sight.

Standing under the shower's steady stream was Xuelan, one of his peerage members.

Water cascaded down her smooth, bare skin, her gravity-defying breasts glistening as the droplets traced every curve.

She was humming softly, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

Riser's first instinct was to turn away, to demand she leave immediately.

But he stopped himself.

Why should he?

His gaze lingered shamelessly, taking in her inviting figure.

Her posture was relaxed, unbothered by his intrusion.

When she finally turned to face him, she greeted him with a natural smile, her gesture far from modest—it was bold, alluring, and almost... deliberate.

"Do you also want to join, young master?"

Xuelan grinned, her expression as though the invitation was a matter of course.

She leaned closer to him, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Let me take care of everything, master. Just relax."

Riser Phenex nodded, dismissing any second thoughts.

For now, he simply wanted to forget everything.

Xuelan stepped forward, her movements confident yet tender, helping him strip away his red attire until it pooled on the floor.

The garments lay forgotten as he stood bare, as naked as she was.

She guided him to the shower, the cold water cascading over them both as her hands roamed over his body with practiced precision.

Xuelan took care to wash every inch of him, her touch lingering as she tended even to the details of his arousal.

Her fingers wrapped around his erection, her touch teasing yet deliberate, stroking him gently, her lips curling into a sly smile.

"Master," she murmured, her voice thick with submission, "let me handle everything for you."

With soap in hand, she repeated her actions, lathering his cock as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, and undeniably intimate.

She knelt before him, taking his cock in her hands, her blue eyes glinting with something that bordered on reverence.

She brought her nose close, inhaling his scent with a subtle shiver, her actions brazen and unapologetic.

"Young Master, do you like this?" Xuelan asked, her gaze locking onto his with a mix of submission and longing, her usual fierce demeanor melting away.

"I love it," Riser replied, his voice low and approving. He reached out, his hand tangling in her hair as he gently stroked her head, his touch both affectionate and encouraging.

Taking the hint, Xuelan smiled, her expression lighting up with renewed fervor.

She rinsed him thoroughly with water before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his length.

Her mouth slid down his cock, her head bobbing rhythmically as she worked him deeper, her throat accommodating him entirely.

"Fuck… You're always so good at this, Xuelan," Riser groaned, his pleasure evident in his voice. "But this time, I'll take control."

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her head, guiding her movements with a firm grip.

His thrusts were rough, his cock driving deep into her throat as he fucked her mouth with reckless abandon.

Xuelan gagged, her breathing hitching as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace, her throat tightening around him with every thrust.

Finally, with a guttural moan, he spilled himself into her, his release overwhelming.

Xuelan obediently swallowed every drop, her lips parting slightly as she looked up at him with a mixture of pride and submissiveness.

She opened her mouth to show she had taken it all, her tongue darting out playfully before she closed her lips and smiled.

"How was that, young master? Did Xuelan do a good job this time?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with anticipation.

"Yes, you did," Riser replied, his tone approving. "For now, I want you to rest or go play with the others. You don't need to take care of me any further, Xuelan."

Despite his praise, Xuelan shook her head, her determination unwavering.

"I don't think it's enough, young master. I'm not finished yet. You're not completely taken care of, and I will see this through until the end."

Her voice was gentle yet resolute, and Riser couldn't help but close his eyes, silently conceding to her persistence.

Taking his response as agreement, Xuelan's smile grew brighter.

She resumed her duties, wiping every trace of water from his body with careful attention.

Once satisfied, she helped him dress, her hands smoothing out the fabric as she stepped back to admire her work, her expression one of quiet satisfaction.

"Thank you, Xuelan. I will take my leave now." Riser didn't linger or bother to stay and indulge himself further by ravishing Xuelan in the bath until she couldn't walk.

No, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

His younger sister's enrollment at Kuoh Academy was scheduled for today, and he needed to ensure he arrived on time.

He didn't understand about what was so special about this Hyoudou Issei that had caused his sister's abrupt change of heart.

The thought alone gnawed at him, his irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

Unbeknownst to Riser, Xuelan remained frozen in place, completely stupefied by her young master's polite demeanor.

Did he... actually say thank you to her?

Her mind spun in confusion.

She couldn't be certain she had heard him correctly.

Perhaps her ears were deceiving her, playing tricks on her in this rare and unusual moment.

She stood there, half-expecting him to turn around and laugh at her for entertaining such a ridiculous thought, but the only sound was the distant echo of his footsteps fading away.

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