Warmth cradled him.
Soft sheets tangled around his naked body, the fabric impossibly smooth against his bare skin—not the crusty, foul-smelling mess of his old apartment.
For a blissful moment, Joon thought he was dreaming.
Then the sounds hit him.
Wet, slapping noises.
Heavy breathing.
High-pitched, desperate moans.
He cracked open his eyes—and nearly came on the spot.
Two women—two maids—were locked in a furious, jiggling, slippery catfight just a few feet away from the bed.
Tits.
Asses.
Thighs.
Everywhere.
Both of them were wearing absurdly tiny maid outfits: black silk and white lace that looked like they might snap apart if they breathed too hard.
The blonde maid's huge tits wobbled violently as she pushed against the brunette, her plump nipples visibly straining the thin cloth.
The brunette's juicy, peach-like ass was sticking high in the air as she fought back, her thong panties wedging deep into her glistening folds.
The air reeked of arousal—hot, wet, female need.
"He's my duty today, whore!" the blonde snarled, grabbing the brunette's bra and yanking it down, exposing one perfect, pink-tipped breast.
"Fuck you! I drew the morning bath water!" the brunette snapped back, yanking the blonde's panties down to her knees in retaliation, exposing glistening, smooth pussy lips already slick and flushed.
Joon—no, Ragga—lay there, rock hard under the sheets, barely breathing.
"What the FUCK is happening...?"
His heart slammed against his ribs.
His cock pulsed under the silk sheets like a wild beast desperate for release.
He looked down at his body—and froze.
Gone was his sagging gut, his crusty fingernails, his weak, embarrassing limbs.
In their place was pure perfection—sculpted abs, broad shoulders, long legs.
His skin glowed under the morning sun, flawless and warm to the touch.
His cock, too... thick, long, heavy.
Bigger than he'd ever been in his old life.
Way bigger.
"Holy shit... I'm not Joon anymore..."
He gulped, swallowing the thick knot of lust and confusion rising in his throat.
"I'm... Ragga van Elson."
"The rich, spoiled, sex-crazed young noble... from King of Milfs."
The realization slammed into him just as the two maids, panting and flushed, finally noticed he was awake.
The blonde immediately dove onto the bed, her tits smashing against his chest as she grabbed his hand and pressed it right between her legs—onto the soaked, steaming silk of her panties.
"Good morning, young master," she breathed, grinding herself shamelessly against his palm. "Please... allow me to cleanse your body today..."
The brunette wasn't far behind—climbing onto the other side, throwing a leg over his hips, grinding her barely-covered pussy against his thigh.
"No, young master... let me bathe you properly," she moaned, yanking open her top fully—heavy, delicious tits bouncing free, nipples stiff and begging for attention.
Ragga's mind melted.
His body responded before he could even think.
"Go along with it. Play the part. Fucking PLAY THE PART, Ragga."
He let out a lazy, princely chuckle—the kind of arrogant smirk he'd always imagined the original Ragga wearing.
He slipped a hand into the blonde's panties without hesitation, his fingers sinking into wet, hot folds that clenched eagerly around him.
She gasped, hips bucking involuntarily.
The brunette whimpered, lowering her dripping slit against his flexed thigh, grinding herself shamelessly against his hard muscle.
"Mmm... you smell different today, young master..." the brunette murmured, her lips brushing his ear.
"So much... stronger..." the blonde whispered, nipping at his neck.
They were right.
He was different.
No longer the pathetic, sweaty Joon.
He was Ragga now.
He would live like Ragga.
He would fuck like Ragga.
He would rule like Ragga.
"If this is a dream... I'm never waking up."
The blonde whimpered, grinding harder against his fingers.
The brunette reached under the sheet, gasping when she touched his cock—thick, heavy, hot—and immediately began stroking it in slow, desperate pumps.
Ragga groaned aloud, hips jerking.
The blonde licked her lips and slid down his body, pulling the sheet aside—and gasped when she saw him fully.
"So big..." she breathed, her eyes wide with awe.
She wrapped her tits around his cock, pushing them together with trembling hands, creating the perfect soft, sweaty tunnel of flesh.
She began to slide them up and down slowly, her stiff nipples dragging along his shaft with every sinful stroke.
Meanwhile, the brunette planted open-mouthed kisses along his abs, slowly trailing lower and lower, leaving wet trails of saliva.
"Please... allow us to serve you, young master," she whispered against his skin.
He didn't hesitate.
Ragga grabbed the brunette by her hair, guiding her mouth to the head of his cock, even as the blonde pressed her tits tighter, the hot, slick embrace driving him mad.
The brunette opened her mouth obediently, letting the tip of his cock slide onto her tongue.
She moaned, swirling her tongue around the sensitive crown, sucking lightly—just enough to make his vision blur.
Heat coiled in Ragga's belly, fast and dangerous.
"I'm gonna cum... fuck, I'm gonna cum already—"
But he held on, gritting his teeth, digging his fingers into their hair, using them like the obedient sex toys they so clearly wanted to be.
He began thrusting up into their mouths and tits, slow at first, then faster—
The blonde moaning as his cockhead slapped against her cheeks, the brunette gagging lightly and loving it, drooling saliva down his shaft.
He was close.
So close.
"Together... together, young master..." the brunette gasped, jerking her hips faster against his thigh, her clit grinding furiously.
The blonde whimpered, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for release.
Ragga thrust up hard one last time—and exploded.
Thick, hot jets of cum shot into the brunette's mouth, splattering across the blonde's tits and face, dripping in obscene, creamy lines down their flushed skin.
Both maids moaned, grinding desperately against the bed, their bodies trembling as they climaxed together—squirting, shaking, crying out his name in broken, desperate voices.
Ragga collapsed back onto the bed, panting, his body twitching with the force of his orgasm.
The maids slumped beside him, giggling breathlessly, wiping his cum from their faces with dainty fingers—and licking it clean like it was the sweetest treat.
And this was only the beginning.