Chapter 32: Jun’s Morning Ritual
The early morning air at the Academy was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dew-kissed grass and the distant salt of the ocean. For Jun, this was the most peaceful time of the day. While the rest of the island was slowly stirring, he was already deep into his routine.
He had just finished a grueling series of sprints and high-intensity exercises, his breath coming in steady, rhythmic heaves. His heart hammered against his ribs, a powerful, drumming beat that echoed the intensity of his workout. He stood in the center of the private courtyard of his dorm, his skin glistening with a layer of sweat that made his muscles pop under the soft morning light.
As he slowed to a stop, the sound of light footsteps approached. Sora and Akane appeared from the house, each carrying a chilled bottle of water and a fresh, fluffy towel.
Jun didn’t say a word. He simply reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion.
The moment the fabric cleared his head, Sora stopped dead in her tracks. She had seen Jun naked before, but seeing him like this—pumped, breathless, and radiating raw, masculine power—was a different experience entirely. Her eyes traveled slowly over his frame, mesmerized by the sharp, defined contours of his chest and the deep, sculpted ridges of his abdominal muscles. Every line of his body was a testament to discipline and strength, the sweat making his skin shimmer like polished bronze.
Sora felt a familiar, heavy warmth settle in her lower belly. She didn’t even realize she was staring, her mouth parting slightly as she took in the sight. She felt a surge of desire so intense it was almost dizzying; the sight of him in this state made her want to forget everything and simply throw herself at him.
Beside her, Akane was equally stunned. She tried to maintain her professional poise, but her eyes were fixed on the way Jun’s muscles shifted as he breathed. She felt a sudden, sharp spike of arousal, a hunger she had never felt for anyone else. In her attempt to hide her reaction, she let out a small, awkward cough.
Sora snapped out of her trance and glanced at Akane. She saw the glazed look in her maid’s eyes and the tiny, glistening bead of drool at the corner of her lip. Sora’s own face flushed crimson as she realized she was doing the exact same thing.
“You’re drooling, Akane,” Sora whispered, though her own voice was thick with desire.
Jun chuckled, a low, vibrating sound. He took the towel from Akane, wiping the sweat from his face and neck with a single, effortless motion. He looked at the two of them—both flushed, both breathless, and both looking at him with a hunger that was almost palpable.
Without warning, Jun stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sora, pulling her flush against his hot, damp chest.
“You can look all you want,” he teased, his voice a low growl against her ear. “And you can feel it, too. I don’t mind if you’re obsessed with me.”
Sora let out a soft, shaky moan, her body reacting instantly to the contact. She felt the hard, defined ridges of his abs pressing into her, the heat of his skin searing through her thin clothes. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling a strange mixture of pride and submission.
“I can’t believe this,” Sora murmured, her voice a mix of a whine and a sigh. “With you, I’ve completely lost my CEO aura. I’m supposed to be the Iron Lady, yet here I am, acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl.”
Jun smiled, his gaze shifting to Akane, who was standing just a few inches away, looking both hopeful and hesitant. He opened one arm, a silent invitation for her to join the embrace.
Akane froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wanted to move, but her ingrained sense of duty held her back. I’m just the maid, she thought. I shouldn’t be this close.
“Come here, Akane,” Sora encouraged, her voice soft. She reached out and gently pulled Akane toward them. “It’s alright. It won’t be long before you’re officially Jun’s woman. A hug is nothing compared to what’s coming.”
With a small, shy breath, Akane stepped forward and nestled into Jun’s chest. She felt the overwhelming warmth of him, the scent of sweat and masculinity enveloping her. For the first time, she felt a sense of belonging, as if she had finally found the place where she was meant to be.
Jun tightened his grip, pulling both women close. He felt the softness of Sora’s voluptuous curves and the lean, toned frame of Akane. He began to subtly explore their bodies, his hands sliding down to the small of their backs and then dipping lower, his palms grazing the flare of Sora’s hips and the firmness of Akane’s.
Sora let out a needy whimper, her body arching into him, while Akane let out a soft, shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed in sheer bliss. The tension in the air was electric, a mixture of tenderness and raw, physical hunger.
“So,” Jun said, his voice vibrating through both of them. “What’s the plan for today?”
Sora shifted slightly, though she made no effort to pull away from the embrace. “Today is the start of the screening day for the invitees,” she explained, her voice still a bit dazed. “The girls who accepted your invitation will be arriving and wanting to meet you. It’s recommended for Prime Candidates to have a specific space or location prepared for these meetings. You don’t want to be caught off guard when they start showing up, and more importantly, you don’t want to be seen as unorganized. First impressions are everything in this environment.”
Jun nodded, his hands continuing to roam. He felt the way Sora’s ass pressed against him, the softness of her curves a perfect contrast to the strength of his own body. He squeezed her hip firmly, causing her to let out a small, sharp gasp of pleasure.
“Don’t worry,” Sora added, her voice returning to its poised, managerial tone despite her flushed face. “I’ve already taken care of the arrangements. I’ve booked a series of private suites at The Azure Pavilion. It’s an exclusive lounge that overlooks the central gardens—very high-end, but not as stiff as the traditional restaurants. It provides the perfect balance of luxury and intimacy. It’s the ideal place for you to screen the girls; it says you have taste, but you aren’t bound by the rigid formalities of the nobility.”
Jun raised an eyebrow, a playful, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He shifted his grip on her hip, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze that made Sora gasp.
“You’ve already got the venue sorted, the schedule timed, and the logistics handled,” Jun teased, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. “I didn’t realize you were so eager to step into this ‘First Wife’ role, Sora. Tell me, are you this organized with everything, or are you just making sure no other girl gets a second too much of my attention?”
Sora’s face flared a deep crimson, her composure momentarily slipping. She wanted to give him a sharp, CEO-style retort, but the way he was looking at her—with that mixture of amusement and raw desire—made her heart flutter. She leaned back into him, her voice a mix of a shy whisper and a proud declaration.
“I am simply ensuring that everything is handled with the prestige you deserve,” she replied, though she couldn’t hide the possessive glint in her eyes. “And as for the others… it’s only fair that they know exactly who manages your schedule. A house needs a foundation, Jun. I’m just making sure the foundation is solid.”
Jun chuckled, pulling her and Akane even closer, his chest vibrating against them. “I like it. A woman who takes charge of her territory. Just don’t forget that while you’re managing the schedule, I’m the one who decides who actually gets to stay.”
Sora let out a soft, needy moan, her body reacting to the subtle assertion of his dominance. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Jun.”