Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

\'Where did they say the Elite apartments were?\'

[Oh my~ darling, you were in such a daze for the past hour.]

[Cars will come and collect you in the next few hours.]

[Look, there is the cute little slut queen you love and hate.]

\'Ugh... Sorry, Merlin kept talking about who I would take as my mentor, which was a little annoying.\'

[Oh? If it isn\'t the fair Maiden Evaine coming to you, look at those huge tits... they are bigger than mine! Ah~ Mommy is jealous; don\'t cheat on her with this Holstein cow!]

\'Quiet woman, I\'ll sleep with who I like.\'

[You mean Mrs. Four Fingers?]

Lancelot ignored Morgana, finding her amusing and irritating at the same time. His body paced towards her with a faint smile on his cheeks.

"Afternoon, Evaine. Are you well?"

She looked towards him, cracking her knuckles before stepping into Lancelot\'s range.

Her hands pushed out and jabbed his body with her palms, knocking the breath out of his lungs but not enough power to make him move.

His body only moved slightly as Evaine grabbed his tunic and looked at him with beautiful yet angry eyes.

"That\'s Instructor Evaine to you, little bastard! Rank 1, and you become so bold."

Lancelot didn\'t take it too seriously.

This woman was the type with a knife mouth and tofu heart.

She would say nasty or horrible things but then worry about them later for hours in the dark, drinking a cheap ale.

"Yes, yes, our beautiful and amazingly strong instructor, I will make sure to remember your advice!"

"Say yes once! Also, go line up with the other top 3.

"Those girls have been waiting for you. Why did it take so long to arrive? The others have already left."

Evaine looked stern, but her eyes filled with a gentle and affectionate light, the corners of her lips smiling before she stopped scolding him.

"Congratulations, you were amazing in the trial. I look forward to seeing your swordsmanship improve."

"How about if I become strong enough to defeat you without magic, you agree to a meal together at the Sherwood Hotel?"

Once again, she looked close to exploding; instead, her hands released his chest, giving a light chuckle.

"If you can beat me within 3 months, I\'ll even sleep with you."

[This bitch! Let me out; I\'ll pull this fake sluts hair out!]

Lancelot stood for a moment before nodding.

\'Don\'t think too much. She is just like this.\'

He saw the slight twitch of her cheek, knowing she regretted saying that, and he didn\'t want to lose his current gains.

[Then you will fuck her if you defeat her!?]

\'Why so serious? You\'re a succubus. It\'s just sex.\'

[Big sister is not pleased with this obscene little brother!]

"Wai....." Evaine tried to speak, but he moved before she could.

\'I have needs.\'

So he quickly gave a light bow before turning away and fleeing before she stopped him.

Not only did he enjoy teasing Morgana, but he felt a sense of familiar attraction for the two women, causing the wager to be hard to refuse.

So he decided to go all out.

A new life, a new him.

Sleep with who he wants, kill what he wants, and take what he wants. Nobody would survive if he failed, so why limit himself like in the past?

Lancelot was no hero.

"I\'ll beat you in 3 months and make you my woman; just sit and wait."

\'I\'ll also beat you in bed in 3 months and make you submit to me completely.\'

He felt a burden and relief after speaking his heartfelt desires to the two women.

Lancelot then hurried towards the other top 3 winners.

The cute Sumika, with her black hair and eastern haori, looked adorable as she stroked the new sheath of her sword.

"Ah! You took so long, Class Leader Lancelot!" She teased with her soft but pretty voice.

"Class Leader?"

"Mmmm, since you were ranked first, why would you not lead the class?" Sumika tilted her head as she asked, curious about his strange reaction.

A sudden waft of sweet fragrance filled Lancelot\'s nose, and the clack of heels hitting the ground sounded before a beautiful woman with two maids behind her appeared.

Her hair was black like night, flowing through the air with her silky black sheen.

She looked towards Lancelot for several seconds, her piercing blue eyes focused on his body with a stern look on her lips.

Lady Guinevere smacked her soft pink lips before looking at Sumika for a moment, a slight frown on her face.

"So, a former zero known for nothing but being a loser has become a hero overnight."

Despite her lovely and elegant voice, there was a hint of mockery in her tone.

It couldn\'t hide her irritation and anger because two unknown people had surpassed her.

"And now a damn foreign spy takes the second spot..."

Lancelot knew that this was not the true feelings of Guinevere, but the opinion she was forced to show in public due to her father and his support being based on two major principles.

One - The control and empowerment of the Nobles and Royalty over the commoners.

Two - A complete management and tracking system for those that enter the country from outside.

Making sure no dangerous foreign elements enter the Empire to cause trouble.

But that didn\'t mean he would take her shit.

This woman hated yes-men and women who would go along with her just due to her status and name, but sadly, most people were affected by the people surrounding her or had families that could be used for leverage and control.

Sumika was about to step forward, grasping her sword with an upset face, but Lancelot stepped forward faster, gently pushing her back, whispering, "Don\'t worry."

"Oh, my little princess, that foreign spy is more dedicated to the empire than half your entire family," Lancelot spoke theatrically.

His tone was clear and elegant, yet with a hint of mockery hidden.

"How dare you speak to the princess that way!"

"Filthy fallen noble, bow before your future queen!"

Her two servants lunged forward, like all lackeys would, only to feel their bodies lifting off the ground.

A painful sensation in their stomach and the back of their head knocked them out completely as they slammed to the ground.

In the moments before the two lunged forward, he stepped back, hopping on his left foot to slam both his fists into their sternum and send them into the air.

Then his body swirled, twisting around them and smashing them down with two wooden swords.

Bang!

"Wow!" Sumika marvelled at the series of fluid attacks from Lancelot.

Guinevere was no different; rather than angry from his actions, she let out a relieved sigh, and a gentle smile replaced her frown.

"You can speak honestly now, caged princess of a falling empire."

Lancelot spoke with a low voice, his fists smashing the maid\'s face several times before pulling away, flicking his wrists to flick their blood from his hands.

"Although a little barbaric..."

"I thank you, Lord Lancelot, of the former Duke House of du Lac." Guinevere\'s soft voice without the fake racism and dislike in her tone.

He didn\'t care too much, stepping back and waiting for the cars to arrive. This moment was not for him to grow closer to her.

Instead, he wanted the two women to understand each other and avoid the early death of Sumika, whose family had protected the Empire secretly for years thanks to the support of the late Emperor, who passed away a decade ago.

"It\'s fine; explain it to the confused Nippon girl before her head steams over."

\'We are bound forever; these women could die tomorrow, which means nothing to us.\'

[Oh my~ are you trying to make Mommy feel better? Fufu! Such a cute boy.]