REBORN IN A WORLD OF MAGIC AND TALENT, I AWAKENED THE HB SS

Level Up In The Royal Bed

I drove deeper, matching the frantic rhythm of her moans. Chloe locked her long legs around my waist, heels digging into my back, demanding I give her everything.

She stared up at me with eyes glazed in ecstasy, her expression conveying a silent plea that said more than words ever could: *Please, do as you wish to me, Prince Richard.*

I didn't resist for a single second. Instead, I dug into her even harder, our bodies colliding with the sharp, rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin. Each time I withdrew, the sticky evidence of our shared desire clung to my throbbing length and lower body, glistening under the dim candlelight.

The air was thick with the scent of her skin — warm, musky, and intoxicating. It only made me drive into her harder.

I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her with raw hunger, tongues clashing as we devoured each other. 

Minutes blurred together as I occasionally glanced at the ornate ticking clock hanging beside the massive, intricately carved wardrobe. Time seemed both endless and fleeting in our heated embrace.

Eventually, I flipped Chloe onto her stomach and took her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. The room echoed with her moans and my low, guttural groans.

"I'm about to burst," I growled, cracking my palm across her firm ass.

"Pour it all inside me, Prince Richard!" she cried, slamming her hips back to meet every thrust.

"Fuck—!" I roared as my orgasm hit. My cock pulsed hard, flooding her with everything I had.

My body shuddered violently as I collapsed onto the sheets beside her. Chloe's chest heaved with heavy breaths. I pulled her close, draping my arm across her waist, and rested my head against her sweaty shoulder, savoring the warmth.

I felt her right palm gently claim my hand, squeezing it slowly, tightly, and with unmistakable passion.

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[Halfbreed System]

[Converting Sex Energy Into Exp Points >>>]

[Process Completed Successfully]

[Level 1 (600/500 Exp)]

[Level 1 → 2]

[All Stats Increased x50]

[+500 System Points]

*I chuckled weakly to myself. I'm already climbing levels without having to do much at all,* I thought, basking in the comforting warmth of Chloe's body and the soft, luxurious bed beneath us.

Unexpectedly, my body grew intensely hot, as if a powerful energy was being transferred directly into my blood. I needed no explanation to understand that my powers were surging and increasing dramatically.

I embraced the surging warmth fully, letting it wash over me until the sensation finally subsided. Only then did I drift deep into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

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"Your Highness!" Chloe's voice rang out like sudden thunder, jolting me awake without warning. My eyes fluttered open little by little, still heavy with fatigue.

I grunted softly as I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my back pressing against the bed's elaborately wooden sculpted frame for support.

I stared at the clock, it had barely been up to 20 minutes since I let the darkness overtake me.

"Chloe," I glared at her with intense annoyance, my voice still rough from sleep. "I don't recall wanting to be disturbed when I'm this deeply asleep." I stretched my arms wide, a sharp yawn escaping my mouth. My vision remained hazy, and my disheveled hair curled uncomfortably against itself.

"Forgive me, my Prince," she murmured, lowering her head. She was now properly dressed in her maid uniform. "I never had the chance to tell you why Her Majesty, your mother, requested your presence in the royal hall."

"The fault is mine," I replied, my face still marked with the creases of sleep, "for not allowing you to speak freely before I pulled you into bed."

"Bu—"

"Don't worry about it," I interrupted gently. "Besides, I already know exactly why she wants me there."

"You do?" she asked, observing me closely.

"Yes, I do." I swung my feet onto the cool tiles of the floor as I answered.

"Pardon me for speaking out of line, Prince Richard," she said. In an instant, her timid demeanor vanished completely, replaced by the steely gaze of a true warrior. A real Orc warrior hidden beneath the surface.

I chuckled inwardly at the transformation. "Permission granted."

"Is there something you're hiding from me, Prince Richard?" she interrogated, her voice steady and probing.

"Why would you ask me that?" I replied, scratching the middle of my head in mild curiosity.

"You're not the same anymore," she narrated carefully. "The instant I stepped inside, I confirmed it through your eyes and sudden change in mana."

A subtle smile crept across my face. "I simply grew tired of being mocked, my dear Chloe. What you see now is the culmination of all the years of suffering and endurance I've faced."

"I see that, my Prince. Yet something within me refuses to accept this as the full story." She bowed deeply once again.

"Thank you, Chloe." I smiled warmly as I moved closer to the wardrobe.

"You're Highness wouldn't it be better to forget about the gathering altogether, seeing as the time for you're appearance has elasped?" she suggested softly. Her fingers intertwined nervously below her stomach as her timid nature slowly returned.

"I'm only a little late, my dear," I responded calmly. With a flourish, I spread the wardrobe doors open wide. Dozens of luxurious garments immediately came into view—black, white, gold, crimson—each piece clearly tailored for nobility and power.

"O-okay," her voice was barely a whisper as she watched in respectful silence.

Without hesitation, I selected a striking black shirt, paired with a long white coat adorned with silver dragon scales along the shoulders and golden lines engraved with the royal family crest. Beneath it, I wore royal blue trousers reinforced with enchanted leather for both comfort and protection.

A dark belt, emblazoned with the Alucard house crest, completed the commanding ensemble.

The reflection staring back at me from the full-length dressing mirror looked less like a mere prince and more like a young tyrant preparing for conquest and war.

Chloe knelt gracefully as I appeared in my complete ceremonial attire. She dared not lift her gaze to me unless commanded.

"Let's go, Chloe," I ordered. The grand double doors swung open with a heavy creak. I marched forward with purpose, and she followed dutifully behind me, her steps silent and measured.