King Vladislav, the demon king, reclined on his sumptuous bed, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he watched Nastya, his maid, scurrying around the room. The tight corset and skirts she wore hugged her figure in all the right places, and Vladislav couldn't help but admire the view.
Nastya, noticing the king's gaze, rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath about "lazy royals" and "dirty old men." She had a job to do, and Vladislav's ogling was not helping her concentrate.
"Nastya, my dear," Vladislav called out, his voice dripping with honey. "Could you come over here for a moment?"
Nastya, with a sigh, obliged, but not before giving Vladislav a playful glare. She sashayed over to the bed, her hips swaying with every step.
Vladislav couldn't help but compliment her on her figure. "You're looking well, Nastya. Your figure has filled out nicely. It will be perfect for nursing in the future."
Nastya, with a snort, replied, "I have no plans to have children anytime soon, and you should focus on finding a queen instead of ogling your maid."
Vladislav, undeterred, continued to tease Nastya. "When I do fuck you, your milk will stain the sheets, and I'll have to lick it off your breasts."
Nastya, blushing at the crudeness of Vladislav's words, tried to brush off the comment. "You're disgusting, and I'm not your plaything."
Vladislav, chuckling, agreed. "You're right, my dear. But I can't help but admire the view."
Nastya, exasperated, went back to her work, but not before throwing a playful insult at Vladislav. "Stop staring, you're making me uncomfortable."
Vladislav, with a smirk, replied, "I can't help it, you're just so...milky."
Nastya, shaking her head, couldn't help but laugh at Vladislav's antics. She knew he was only joking, but his words still sent a thrill down her spine. She couldn't deny that there was a spark between them, but she knew it could never amount to anything more than playful banter.
The chapter ended with Nastya storming out of the room, muttering about "pervy royals" and Vladislav chuckling to himself, already looking forward to their next encounter.
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