Splash!
Legs kicked, water flew, and the pool turned into a royal soup of thighs, cleavage, and generational trauma.
Wang Xiao leaned back like a lazy god on vacation—surrounded by more than dozen European princesses-cum-his maids.
Gifts, all of them. From who? Well, let's just say foreign diplomacy had gotten very hands-on lately.
And it wasn't just the daughters, oh no—some of their mothers were here too. Because when Wang Xiao fucks empires, he doesn't discriminate by age—only by genetics and personal taste.
Surprisingly, Seraphine and Josephine were missing in action today. But their "dear friend" Ericka showed up with her daughter Freya in tow. Freya, the girl whose lips lied more than her hips ever could.
And there she was—Helene—Ericka's other daughter, standing around like a confused background character. Not skinny like Freya, not bombshell like her MILF of a mother, but stuck in this limbo of "hot, but doesn't know it."
