A stunning single-tailed fox-kin woman, with rosy skin and gray eyes, emerged from the shadows, her curvaceous figure accentuated by skimpy robes that left one slender shoulder bare.

The deep neckline of her attire drew attention to her alluring bosom, which she carried with pride.

Her dark hair framed a face adorned with gray-furred ears tipped in white, matching the fluffy tail that swayed behind her.

Her bubbly personality seemed to radiate warmth as she approached the guards with a playful grin. “Hi, handsome. When does your shift end?”

The guard turned his head slightly, his expression shifting between amusement and discomfort. “Heh, in a few hours, but I’m not wasting even a single copper on any of your girls this time. Last time, my wife almost killed me.”

“If you don’t come in and spend at least half of your payment, I’ll tell the Mistress you’re barring her VIPs from entering again. Were you planning on extorting them? Like you did with the last ones?”

The fox-kin’s voice dripped with mock sweetness, though her words carried an unmistakable threat.

Sokram watched her closely and could tell with a few glances, 'She's strong.'

He immediately understood why the guard had hesitated earlier when Savannah had mentioned their scheduled meeting.

“I’ll meet Rina later, then,” the guard muttered reluctantly, while the other simply shook his head in disappointment.

“And what are you judging him for when you saw what he was doing and said nothing?”

The fox-kin’s tone remained teasing, yet there was an edge to it that didn’t quite match her playful demeanor.

She clearly held some authority.

Her elevated level of beauty showed she was at least at the Reformed Existence Level.

But what troubled Sokram was that he had no recollection of her from his previous timeline, which meant her fate would be another one he would consequently change.

Turning to Sokram and his group, the fox-kin’s demeanor shifted dramatically.

With a humble bow, she greeted them warmly.

“Welcome, dear guests. My name is Ayame. I apologize for our guards’ behavior; it’s hard to find reliable and cheap personnel these days. But Mistress Lucille sent me here to guide you to her office.”

She then turned to Savannah, her demeanor shifting again, this time to one of familiarity.

"Hey, Savy. Thank you for guiding them here. Will you come in with them?"

Savannah shook her head. "No. Since you’re here, I know they’re in good hands."

She pointed at Sokram, who smiled at Ayame. "Lucy will come with him after that, so I’ll see her at his house."

“Alright, see you later, then,” Ayame replied before turning back to Sokram and the three women accompanying him.

Her demeanor shifted once more, becoming formal yet inviting. “Please follow me, honorable guests.”

"See you in an hour or two," Sokram told Savannah before following Ayame.

"Take the time to read the books I gave you, and tell Amber to do the same."

"Yes, boss," Savannah responded in a teasing tone, but then blushed, remembering Amber’s earlier joke as she turned to leave.

As they followed Ayame inside, Sokram’s grandmothers and Master were surprised to see an elevator at the end of a poorly lit corridor.

Magitech wasn’t something cheap, and its presence here spoke volumes about the establishment’s resources and hidden wealth.

Even more surprising was that instead of going up, the elevator went down.

They counted what seemed to be four underground levels before the elevator came to a halt.

When the doors opened, they were led into a grand hall with a stage designed for enticing performances.

Besides the ambient music, the hum of whispered conversations and the occasional bursts of laughter filled the room.

The dim purple and red lights cast a sultry glow over the room, adding to the atmosphere of secrecy and allure.

The air was heavy with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes, spilled wine, and the faint musk of sweat.

The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of passion and indulgence. The floor was covered in plush carpets that muffled their footsteps.

The courtesans were primarily fox-kin, but one could also see elves and other feral races among them.

Women dressed in scant, skimpy outfits moved with practiced grace, their every step a deliberate act of allure.

Drunken men of all kinds lounged on plush couches, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of a lute playing in the background as they were tended to by the courtesans.

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As they walked through the brothel, Sokram couldn’t help but notice a few familiar faces lost in the thick air of seduction and debauchery.

Ayame quickly led them to a side hallway, steering them away from the drunken men who were already starting to notice the beauties following a young dragon.

At the end of the hallway stood a large wooden door, and Sokram knew that beyond it lay Lucille’s office.

His heartbeat quickened, no matter how hard he tried to calm himself.

Sokram’s heart raced as they approached Lucille’s office.

The memories of their past timeline together flooded his mind, each one more vivid than the last.

The women following him assumed he was affected by the sight of the brothel, with its beautiful, semi-naked women.

But the truth was far more complex.

In that brief moment, flashes of their life together in his previous timeline flooded his mind.

After the fall of Eversnow, they lived as nomads, moving between cities. He had worked as a debt collector alongside her son and as security for the girls who worked for her.

Their caravan of debauchery, as it was called, had been one of the few times Sokram had been truly happy before the awakening of his bloodline’s gifts.

That happiness deepened when Lucille invited him into her bed after he saved her life.

They had grown addicted to each other, slowly falling in love.

He could still feel the warmth of her embrace, the softness of her furred tail against his skin, and the way her eyes lit up whenever she awoke by his side.

By then, Lucille had stopped working as a prostitute, managing the girls instead.

Sokram, having lost so much, was grateful for everything she had done for him and his family.

As he grew in power, his harem expanded, but Lucille held a special place among his women.

Even though she refused to become one of his main wives, she was still seen as the Mistress of his harem.

Not long after, she cast her devotion onto him, but even before that, she had already been his.

They had lived thousands of years together, walking side by side on the Path of Evolution, until the day he fell into a trap.

Lured away to save one of his women, his enemies had plotted to slaughter his harem.

Thanks to Lucille’s sacrifice, his girls had escaped, but he had lost her forever.

Sokram could now see clearly why he had been so anxious; he was hesitating to see Lucille again in this timeline.

The thought of someone who had once looked at him with so much love and passion now seeing him as a stranger, or worse, as a child, was almost unbearable.

Seeing her again, having to start over, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

So when Ayame reached for the wooden door’s knob, Sokram paused for a second.

He took a deep breath and stabilized his mental and emotional state by circulating his energy. And when he reopened his eyes, he was ready.

This time, he wasn’t going to lose her.

This time, he wasn’t going to lose any of them, no matter the cost.

Entering the luxurious office, Sokram was immediately struck by its opulence.

The walls were adorned with intricate wooden carvings, their dark mahogany surfaces polished perfectly, reflecting the soft glow of the lamps placed strategically in each corner.

Shelves brimming with countless books stretched from floor to ceiling.

A soft carpet muffled their footsteps, its deep crimson hue adding warmth to the setting.

The air was subtly scented with sandalwood and jasmine, a calming contrast to the heady atmosphere of the brothel outside.

Plush sofas surrounded a beautiful coffee table that appeared to be made of glass and gold.

Behind a large wooden desk at the far end of the office stood two fox-kin women.

One was Lucy, and the other was a more mature, voluptuous version of her, Lucille.

Lucille’s presence commanded attention.

Her bronze skin glowed faintly under the warm lamplight, complemented by wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back like liquid gold.

Her ruby-red feral eyes shimmered with an alluring intensity, drawing anyone who met her gaze into their depths.

A pair of fox-like ears rested atop her head, twitching subtly, while three tails swayed gracefully behind her.

Their reddish-brown fur, tipped with pristine white, added to her striking appearance.

She wore yukata-like robes that draped loosely over her figure, the deep neckline accentuating her ample bosom.

Around her neck hung a dazzling ruby necklace, its crimson hue matching her eyes and serving as an irresistible focal point that drew the eye downward.

Every detail about her, from her poised posture to the confident tilt of her chin, spoke of power, allure, and unmatched seduction.

Sokram kicked himself inwardly for not noticing the resemblance earlier. When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.

Her gaze pierced through him, igniting a fire in his chest that burned with both familiarity and yearning.

For a fleeting moment, his body froze, rooted to the spot as the overwhelming urge to close the distance between them consumed him. Every fiber of his being screamed to claim her, to pull her into his arms and never let go.

Her Charm washed over him like a warm wave, pulling at his senses and clouding his thoughts.

He was lost in her gaze, the memories of their past timeline together flooding his mind.

But then, with a sharp intake of breath, he circulated his energy, even threatening to leak Chaos Energy. But he managed to break free from its influence.

"Like mother, like daughter," Sokram teased with a confident smile, though a drop of sweat rolled down his face.

"Didn’t Lucy tell you about the consequences of using Charm on someone who isn’t of age?"

His gaze locked with Lucille’s, her enchanting smile alluring as he remembered, but thanks to her Charm, he had an excuse for his elevated heart rate.

“She did,” Lucille purred, her sultry voice matching her enchanting figure. “But if I were to become yours, someone so talented, I feel like that wouldn’t be so bad, haha.”

“Well, then cast your Charm again,” Sokram teased, taking a seat on one of the sofas in front of her desk while trying to hide how much her Charm affected him.

“This time, I won’t stop it. Having mother and daughter belong to me, especially such a stunning pair, would be a dream for any hot-blooded dragon.”

"Haha, I told you, Mom," Lucy said, walking to sit beside Sokram.

"He may be young, but he's far from harmless."

Meanwhile, Ayame positioned herself behind Lucille’s chair, ever vigilant.

“I see that, Lulu,” Lucille replied, her gaze flickering toward Hannah and Margiory, who stared daggers at her for attempting to charm Sokram.

“But I’m much more afraid of his grandmothers.”

Sokram glanced back at his grandmothers, then returned his gaze to Lucille with a mischievous grin.

“No need to be afraid. If my grandmothers truly wanted to, not even Ayame, strong as she is, could stop them.”

“Oh, really? That’s a fight I’d like to see, haha,” Lucille mused, her words thick with tension.

Ayame locked gazes with both grandmothers briefly before realizing she would undoubtedly lose.

“But your shadows could give you enough time to escape,” Sokram interjected casually, gesturing toward the four corners of the office.

Four other foxes materialized from the shadows, ready for action. However, Sokram raised his hands, still wearing his confident smile.

“But we’re here to make friends, not enemies. Besides…” He pulled Lucy onto his lap, kissed her cheek lightly, and met Lucille’s eyes.

“I’d hate to make her choose between devotion and maternal love.”

"You're bold, I'll give you that, young dragon," Lucille said, waving her hand dismissively.

A clear image of her guards walking out of the room was displayed before their eyes, with only Ayame staying behind.

But the truth was that they merged back into the shadows, something that didn't escape Hannah's and Sokram's draconic sight.

As Sokram leaned back on the sofa, his mind raced with possibilities.

Lucille was playing a dangerous game, and he knew he had to tread carefully.

But he definitely wasn’t leaving this room without securing her loyalty, or her heart.