Reinhardt followed Amelia Bones toward her office, noticing the slight sway in her hips and the way she kept glancing back at him with a flushed face. Outside the door, he turned to his companions. "Dia, Braixen, wait for me here. I'll be out shortly."
Dia bowed with her usual "Grayfia" grace, while Braixen gave a sharp, curious huff but stayed back. Reinhardt stepped into the office, and the moment the door clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted.
Amelia didn't go to her desk. She locked the door with a flick of her wand and turned toward him with eyes that burned like molten gold. Before Reinhardt could even sit on the couch, she was upon him like a hungry beast. She straddled his lap, her face inches from his, her breathing heavy and ragged.
Reinhardt was genuinely stunned. In his mind, he had already noted that this version of Amelia Bones looked exactly like Shuri Himejima from High School DxD, but he hadn't expected her to inherit such a bold, sadistic, and borderline masochistic personality.
"Ms. Bones," Reinhardt said, his voice remaining cool despite the situation. "May I ask what you are doing?"
"Yes, Lord Sylveron," Amelia whispered, her voice a low, desperate growl. "I want you to claim me. Break me. I want to be yours, body and soul."
Reinhardt could feel the heat radiating from her, and his Animal Affinity talent picked up on the pheromones of pure, unadulterated desire. "You fell for me that fast?"
"I liked your picture," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, "but seeing you dominate those old fools in the Wizengamot... I realized I don't want to lead. I want to follow you."
Reinhardt smirked. If a powerful woman like the Head of the DMLE wanted to submit, who was he to refuse? He reached out and firmly fondled her rear, causing her to let out a sharp, needy moan. "You'll have to wait a few years for the full experience, Amelia."
"I can wait," she whimpered, "but give me something now."
She frantically unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her impressive chest. Reinhardt didn't hesitate; he leaned forward and began to suck and lick her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples. Amelia threw her head back, moaning like a woman possessed. Reinhardt quickly flicked his hand, casting a Muffliato and a Silence Spell so powerful that not even a dragon's roar could be heard outside the room.
Amelia then grabbed his face, pulling him into a searing, desperate kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance—a battle Reinhardt won easily—as the sound of wet, rhythmic smooches filled the silent office.
Finally, Reinhardt pulled back, biting her breast hard enough to leave a mark. "I've claimed you, Amelia. From this moment on, you belong to the House of Sylveron. You are mine."
Amelia's eyes were glazed with pleasure and devotion. "Yes... my darling. Anything you wish."
Reinhardt adjusted his clothes, left a dazed and messy Amelia in her chair, and walked out of the office as if he had just been discussing paperwork.
Status Update
New Subordinate/Lover: Amelia Bones (Obsessed/Devoted) Political Position: The DMLE is now effectively under Sylveron influence. System Upgrade: [80% Complete...]
Reinhardt walked back to Dia and Braixen, who were waiting patiently. Braixen sniffed the air around him and narrowed her eyes, smelling the scent of Amelia all over him.
"Master," Dia said, her eyes trailing to the slight disarray of his collar. "It seems the 'chat' was very productive."
"Very," Reinhardt replied with a smirk. "Now, let's head home. I believe that Pokemon Egg is finally ready to join the family."
Back at the Ministry, the air in the hallways was still buzzing with the static of Reinhardt's Haki. Inside her locked office, Amelia Bones sank into her leather chair, her legs trembling. She slid a hand beneath her skirt, feeling the undeniable evidence of how much Reinhardt's display of power had affected her.
"A few years..." she whispered, her voice husky. "I can wait. To be claimed by a King like that... it will be worth every second."
She wasn't embarrassed that he had seen her true, sadistic, and submissive nature; in fact, she felt a profound sense of relief. Most men were either terrified of her or tried to play her games and failed. Reinhardt had simply looked at her and taken what he wanted. He didn't run. He conquered. She closed her eyes, already dreaming of the day he would be old enough to finish what he started.
The Beetle in the Wall
However, Amelia wasn't the only one experiencing a "physical reaction" to the news of the day. Rita Skeeter, the wizarding world's most notorious journalist, was currently hunched over her desk in a private cubicle, clutching the notes she had received from her "sources" inside the Wizengamot.
As she read about the silver-haired boy who brought the entire board to their knees with just a glance, Rita felt a heat rising in her chest that had nothing to do with a deadline. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps.
If Reinhardt had seen Rita in person, he would have been floored yet again. This version of Rita Skeeter didn't look like a middle-aged woman in tacky glasses. She was a stunning, curvaceous woman with long, flowing black hair and a face that could launch a thousand ships—looking exactly like Albedo from the Overlord anime.
"Oh, Lord Sylveron..." Rita moaned, her quill scratching a jagged line across her parchment. "Such power... such cruelty... I want you to crush me under your heel. I want you to use that silver dragon of yours to ruin me."
Her silk underwear was already ruined, soaked through from the mere thought of being dominated by the "Silver Prince." She didn't want a scoop anymore; she wanted a Master.
Return to Windsor Manor
Unaware that he had just accidentally started a "Domination Fan Club" at the Ministry, Reinhardt arrived back at his temporary estate. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long, orange shadows across the grounds.
[System Upgrade: 85% Complete...]
"Master, you have a certain... aura about you this evening," Dia remarked as she opened the front door for him. "The 'Lady Killer' title seems to be working overtime."
Reinhardt chuckled, walking into the grand hall. "You have no idea, Dia. It's getting crowded out there."
Braixen trotted over to him, sniffing his sleeve and then huffing, clearly detecting the scent of a second woman—Rita's scent, which she had picked up from the notes Rita had been handling. Braixen crossed her arms and looked away, pouting.
"Later, Braixen. I'll make it up to you," Reinhardt promised, heading toward his study where the Pokemon Egg sat on its pedestal. It was no longer just vibrating; it was emitting a low, rhythmic thumping sound, like a heartbeat made of thunder.
"Alright," Reinhardt said, his silver eyes glowing with anticipation. "Let's see who's ready to be born."