Leaving the dining hall behind Lucian randomly chose a path to the left. The corridor stretched ahead of him, filled with identical doors and portraits of various historical figures that Lucian didn’t recognize.

    There were even some mysterious statues and ornate busts arranged strategically within the hallways, as if there was some grand design behind the decoration.

    While he had his share of adventure, Lucian had never actually been to the Imperial Library before.

    After all why would he visit a boring place like Imperial Library when he could go and have ’fun’ instead!

    But now, in his role, Lucian decided it was high time to find that library and search for information.

    So, he walked forward without hesitation, keeping an eye out for any signs or directions that might help.

    The Imperial Palace was massive, a sprawling complex of towering spires and grand halls adorned with intricate carvings and precious gemstones. Its walls were lined with majestic tapestries depicting the empire’s glorious history.

    The vast corridors seemed endless, each turn leading to another opulent chamber or a hidden courtyard filled with rare, exotic plants. Ornate chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floors.

    While he was still inside its walls, he wasn’t even sure he could find his way out without a map.

    After a few twists and turns, Lucian stopped outside a pair of wooden double doors.

    He could hear some kind of movement on the other side, so he pressed his hands against the wood and opened them slightly.

    Sure enough, the doors creaked silently, revealing a scene straight from a paradise.

    It was not library but a bedchamber with a luxurious king-sized bed.

    His eyes caught a glimpse of the busty and attractive body that had her a*s sticking up towards the door.

    Lucian couldn’t stop his d*ck from standing erect and throbbing.

    The woman had white hair, indicating her advanced age, and Lucian guessed that she was nearing her sixties. But the curve of her backside and the voluptuousness of her a*s made him pause, as she wriggled her hips sensuously.

    With her attention on cleaning the room, the woman who was wearing a maid uniform didn’t notice Lucian opening the door any wider, and he slowly crept inside.

    With Lucian’s assistance, the pair cleaned the room with amazing speed. They carefully folded the linens, sorted the documents, and tidied up the floor, ensuring that everything was immaculately prepared for its occupant’s return.

    "Now only the ceiling needs to be swept," Lucian said, looking upward.

    "My hands can’t reach up there, Your Highness," the maid admitted.

    "Why don’t we get a ladder instead?" the maid suggested, quickly moving toward an alcove tucked away behind the bed.

    "Actually there’s no ladder or a stool." The maid apologized, "I will be right back, Prince Lucian," and hurried out of the room to grab a stool or a ladder.

    But Lucian couldn’t let her find a ladder if he wanted to succeed in his plan, so he went after her, and before she stepped out of the room, he slammed the door shut, trapping her inside.

    "Your Highness, what is the matter?" She stumbled to say. She stumbled backwards, knocking a crystal bowl off a table and onto the ground with a clatter.

    "I’ll hold you up while you clean the ceiling," Lucian replied, placing a finger on his lips and grinning mischievously.

    He approached the maid, grabbing her by her waist. She gasped in surprise, her face turning a rosy red. "Your Highness, I don’t think we can-"

    Lucian lifted her up easily.

    Although the maid was not petite and light, he easily held her, her feet dangling a couple of inches off the floor. He instructed. "If you could dust off the top, we could be finished that much faster."

    "But Your Highness, I’m too heavy for you to carry," the maid whimpered. She thrashed in his arms, trying to escape, but Lucian didn’t relent.

    "Don’t worry," he replied, "you’re light as a feather."

    ’And your p*ssy’s smelling nice’ Lucian thought, taking a sniff.

    Holding her up with ease, Lucian began moving in rhythm, pretending to push and pull the maid up and down while in fact she was only few inches off the ground.

    His hands was pressed against her wrinkled buttocks, and he could feel his cheeks moistened with her secretions.

    He had let her thighs grind against his face, feeling his erection becoming stiffer.