After the last status was revealed, Selene clapped her hands softly, the elegant smile on her lips regaining its full brilliance.
"With the awakening ceremony complete," she said smoothly, her voice a graceful blend of warmth and authority, "you may now rest. Tomorrow, you shall have the honor of meeting the Royal Council of Lunara. The rulers of this world wish to personally welcome the heroes from the Upper World."
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room.
"The rulers?!"
"We're meeting actual royalty?"
"Holy crap, do we get capes? Please tell me there are capes."
"Multiple rulers? Not just one?" Miss Evelyn's firm voice cut through the chatter, silencing the room. All eyes turned to Selene.
With a slight nod, Selene lifted one gloved hand to command silence.
"Indeed. Due to the dire threat we face, the many nations of humanity — and even some beyond — have united under a single banner. This alliance is called the Royal Council. Leaders from different regions and races have joined hands to fight the Demon King."
'Oh wow,' Oliver thought dryly. 'The United Nations of Isekai. How original.'
Selene gave a graceful bow. "You are our hope. Please rest well tonight. If you need anything, our staff will provide it. Your rooms have been prepared, and your personal attendants will escort you now."
As she turned to leave, her silver-white hair shimmered under the enchanted chandeliers. Regal. Untouchable. Manipulative.
A moment later, the chamber doors opened and a procession of maids entered — young, beautiful women with perfect posture and… revealing uniforms. Lace-trimmed skirts, black corsets that hugged every curve, translucent stockings — the very image of every otaku's fever dream.
"Dear heroes," one of the lead maids spoke sweetly, her voice dripping with honey, "please allow us to show you to your chambers."
The students didn't need to be told twice.
"Bro, did you see my Windstep stat? I'm basically Naruto now."
"Ha! Resurrection. Top that, ninja boy."
"Wait, wait, who had Firestorm? That AoE nuke was nuts!"
"That was Emily, right?"
"Yeah, and don't even get me started on Daniel's stat sheet—dude's broken!"
The hallway echoed with laughter, excited chatter, and unfiltered ego inflation.
But far behind the crowd, walking alone, was Oliver.
He didn't say a word. Nobody talked to him anyway.
Hands in pockets, head slightly lowered, he stared at the polished marble floor as he walked.
"Yo, that linguist dude's probably gonna be our walking Google Translate," someone snickered.
"Hey Oliver!" another called out mockingly. "What's your special move? Closed captions?"
A burst of laughter followed. Oliver didn't flinch. He didn't even look back.
'It is what it is,' he thought grimly, pressing forward in silence.
~~~~
Once the students were out of sight, deep within the palace…
Selene stood still in a quiet hallway, the moonlight spilling in through tall stained-glass windows, casting her pristine white dress in soft hues.
The kind, benevolent expression she had worn all evening?
Gone.
Her face was now cold, regal, calculating — like a tactician reviewing chess pieces.
She raised one hand with two fingers, and at her gesture, a voluptuous maid appeared from the shadows. Her uniform was even more provocative than the others — barely clinging to her generous curves, high slits showing off smooth thighs, her cleavage almost artful.
"You summoned me, Madam Selene?" the maid said, bowing just enough for her ample chest to jiggle.
Selene didn't even glance at her chest. Her tone was measured, commanding.
"Send attendants to every male who awakened with an A-rank class or higher. They are to be... well taken care of."
The maid tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Full 'relaxation protocol,' my lady?"
Selene's lips curled into a smile — not soft, but dangerous.
"Flatter them. Tempt them. Boost their egos. Let them taste what our world has to offer. I want them relaxed, devoted, and easy to manipulate."
"And the girls?" the maid asked with a sly smile.
"Mm. Girls are less simple. Conservative. But still…" Selene paused, thoughtful. "Send a few carefully chosen attendants. Assess their reactions. If they respond well… we may escalate. If not, no need to push. So long as they feel desired and special, they'll stay docile."
The maid bowed, a knowing grin on her face. "Understood, Madam Selene."
As the maid disappeared into the hallway, Selene turned her gaze toward the path the students had taken.
Her eyes gleamed — no longer with reverence, but with pure, ruthless intent.
"Heroes or not…" she whispered, her voice like silk hiding a dagger, "they'll all become our pieces in the end."
~~~
Later that night…
Jason stretched out on the massive bed like he owned the damn palace. Shirtless, cocky, muscles flexed for no one in particular.
"I knew this world would be amazing," he muttered, grinning. "All I need now is a cute—"
Knock-knock.
The door opened without waiting for permission.
A woman stepped in, tall and curvaceous, her maid uniform more fantasy than functional. Tight black corset, lace-trimmed skirt, thigh-high stockings — and enough exposed cleavage to make a bishop sin.
She bowed low. The movement made her heavy tits bounce softly. "Good evening, Sir Jason. I am your personal maid for the night."
Jason blinked. "You're… real?"
She walked toward him without answering. Smooth. Confident. Predatory.
"My name is Nera," she purred. "My orders are to serve."
And then, without missing a beat, she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his pants.
Jason's jaw slackened. "W-wait—are you serious?!"
Her eyes flicked up — sultry, hungry, wicked. "Yes, Hero. Please relax… and allow me to make you feel divine."
His cock sprang free, already half-hard just from the fantasy turning real. She wrapped one gloved hand around the shaft and leaned forward, brushing her warm lips over the head before sliding him halfway into her mouth.
"F-fuck—!"
She took her time at first, teasing with her tongue, letting her spit coat every inch. Then she gripped his thighs tighter and devoured him — slurping, moaning, fucking his cock with her throat like she hadn't eaten in days.
Jason's head fell back against the pillows. "Oh f-fuck, Nera—gods, you're amazing—!"
She popped off his cock with a wet gasp, lips glistening. "Would you like to cum in my mouth… or," she stood, panties already discarded, "would you prefer something deeper?"
She turned, presenting herself like a feast — ass up, pussy glistening under moonlight.
Jason didn't need to be told twice.
He grabbed her waist and shoved her onto the bed. "Ride me. Now."
She straddled him with practiced grace, and the room quickly filled with the slick, wet sound of her pussy sliding down his length. Moans echoed off the high ceilings. The bed creaked in rhythm with raw, unfiltered pleasure.
Elsewhere, behind another ornate door…
Daniel Blake sat in a steaming bath, eyes closed, trying — failing — to clear his mind.
The maid assigned to him was too beautiful. Golden curls. Delicate lips. A voice like silk. She'd bathed him. Massaged his shoulders. Washed his hair with care that felt far too intimate.
He'd told himself it was just part of the culture here. Hospitality.
But now, she was in his lap. Naked. Wet. Writhing.
Her name was Lyria, and she was moaning into his neck as she bounced on his cock like a lover reunited after years apart.
"You're so strong, Hero," she gasped, biting her lip. "So big… ahh—yes, like that—deeper…"
Her nails dug into his shoulders as her hips rolled. She took him to the hilt again and again, her soft breasts bouncing against his chest with every thrust.
Daniel grunted, jaw clenched. "I—I'm gonna—"
"Inside," she whispered, kissing his throat. "Please… fill me. Give me everything, Daniel-sama."
And he did. Groaning as he came, thick spurts of seed flooding her womb.
She leaned forward, still panting, and kissed his cheek sweetly. "Thank you, Hero. I'll treasure it."
As she licked the sweat from his chest, her eyes flickered briefly toward the far corner of the room… where a small crystal glowed faintly behind a decorative curtain.
Selene was watching.
And smiling.
~~~
Somewhere else…
Amy had just finished drying her damp hair, humming faintly as she padded across the lavish guest chamber. The warm lamplight glowed softly against her skin, still faintly damp and flushed from the bath. She was nude — and just about to dress — when there came a gentle knock at the door.
She jumped, clutching the towel against her chest. "Y-yes?"
The door creaked open. A woman stepped inside — tall, poised, and stunning. Raven-black hair was twisted into an elegant bun, and she wore what could only technically be called a palace maid's uniform. The corset looked more decorative than functional, squeezing her full breasts high and tight, and the skirt barely covered her hips. Lacy stockings clung to long legs, the garter strap clearly visible.
She bowed low, breasts straining at the edge of her uniform.
"Forgive the intrusion, Lady Amy," the maid said smoothly, her voice low and warm. "I've been assigned as your personal attendant… should you require anything. Anything at all."