[R18] King's Domination

Chapter 97: To Lord Richelieu

As the footsteps drew closer, Christine was busy swallowing my cum. I stood there, eyes fixed on the doorway. She seemed to have finished drinking and was now carefully licking the tip clean. She was making sure not a single drop remained, licking me thoroughly. There was even a kind of intensity in her movements, as if she wanted to get me hard again just so she could drink more—but we didn’t have time for that.

Clack.

The footsteps stopped, and a figure appeared in the doorway. He seemed to be scanning the dimly lit room, but it was too dark for him to spot me right away.

"Is that you, Lord Keith Relf? Robin Marie is here. I’ll come to you right away—please wait!"

I raised my voice to call out.

"Oh! So you were in there. It was so dark I couldn’t see you. Take your time. The floor is dim, so please watch your step."

Lord Keith Relf waved his hand cheerfully. Meanwhile, Christine released my cock from her mouth, tucked it back into my underwear, tied the string, pulled up my pants, and fastened the belt. She even gave it one last affectionate nuzzle through the fabric.

Shaking off the lingering, almost obsessive aura Christine had wrapped around me, I walked over to Keith Relf. It was a familiar corridor, but the dim lighting made the footing treacherous. Ah, more fluid is still leaking from the tip... my underwear feels cold.

I safely reached Keith Relf at the entrance and bowed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, no, I’m the one who should apologize for the sudden request."

Even though this man must have heard countless unflattering stories about me, he didn’t show the slightest hint of it. Normally, first impressions are heavily influenced by prior information, but he treated me without any bias. On top of that, despite me being only a ten-year-old child, he didn’t treat me like one at all. It was impressive. I could tell from his demeanor that this wasn’t mere respect for my royal status.

When I worked in a company, I often searched online for information about people I was meeting for the first time. Besides official data, I’d find reputation threads and posts from current or former employees. Whether true or fake, that information would settle in my mind and affect how I saw the person during the meeting. I’m sure Keith Relf had investigated me thoroughly and read all those ridiculous stories, yet he never let any of it show. That was truly admirable.

Following behind Keith Relf, we walked down the corridor for nearly ten minutes before finally arriving at Lord Richelieu’s office.

"Prime Minister Richelieu, I have brought Prince Robin."

After knocking, Keith Relf opened the door and announced me. The room inside was bright and dazzling.

My first impression was that the Prime Minister’s office was huge. The main desk, presumably Lord Richelieu’s, was surprisingly modest in size, with additional desks lined up beside it piled high with documents. Bookshelves covered both walls, packed tightly with books, documents, and records. It was incredible.