Chapter 4: Defining and Understanding Harem relations
There was magnificent newness and bewilderment in the days that followed Joon coming back to life as Ragga van Elson. After all that, every new day was a reality filled with the grandeur of Elson estate that, in itself, was like living in a dream. The common-looking, always smiling and graceful maids treated him with some respect, yet tentative, as if waiting for him to validate himself as the head of the house. It was baffling how he typically felt their eyes trailed him with pregnant subtlety whilst he walked up and down the halls. But above all, it was the very air surrounding the estate that rendered him utterly speechless.
The Elson household formed a noble family which ranked amongst the richest and the most powerful in the kingdom accumulating wealth through generations upon generations of calculated marriages and shrewd power struggles. The property was sprawling and covered miles in every direction and was filled with large gardens and giant stone columns and windows adorned with gold edges which reflected sunlight. As Ragga delved deeper into the corridors, he could see the whole history of the place as if hidden secrets within the walls could completely alter the direction of his life.
Yet, none of this held any significance to Joon. Such prospective ladies – among them – the milfs, the naughty older women, surely the very basis of the good old King of Milfs novel were simply a category he had come to appreciate. Since he found himself in their world, the time to lure the maids for instance had come.
As he sat down for breakfast that day, the jitters inside him reared once again. Lila was already seated and waiting for him by the table, her twinkling black eyes shining as she placed the dishes before Lila. The loose strands of hair caressed her elegant face perfectly while the gently rounded shapes of her body remained hidden by the shattering maid costumes that merely clung to her strategically. He could feel her gaze on him while attending to him and there was something about her movements, her smile that made his heart skip a bit.
Ragga took a bite of food, but Lila was still leaning close, breath against his ear. "Young Master," she said in a whisper, "there is something commanding about you, which has been noticed. The other maids are beginning to pay attention to you."
Ragga's head was spinning with all these new sensations. He knew that he understood why. The author of this novel had taught him that once the master of the house assumed himself to be an authority, all the women nearby would begin to vie for his attention. But that was not good enough for him. He had been an outsider for too long, merely looking from outside. Now, in this new life, he would be the one who would put things in motion.
"I do not want to be treated as any other master," Ragga said, whilst staring intently at her. "I want them to understand that I am not like everyone else." There was firmness in his voice, and Lila's eyes displayed a flash of incredibility.
She hadn't yet lost her smile, even as she blinked at him. "Of course, Young Master," she said. "But there are things that you should watch out for. The dynamics in this household are, ermmm, thin ice. The women are not so easily conquered. Most of them have their own schemes going on."
Joon nodded. He had come across these dynamics in the reading before. In the book, the main character met the same problem: attracting the women without letting them be taken by other powerful men. Joon, however, had one more supporting point than the protagonist—he knew how to wield his charm and smartness in order to sway the odds in his favor. Such a big and intricate universe he found out, but it was also something he could manipulate and twist the people in his favor.
"Then it's time to make them go head over heels for me," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Lila beamed at him, but there was something more that froze Ragga – a combination of recognition and what seemed to be a supporting emotion. Obviously, she had already begun to be charmed by him. But he wouldn't hurry. The secret of constructing his harem was in perseverance and discretion. Relations, to be precise, he wanted to build, not woo. He viewed images of several women making up the jigsaw and promised himself to behave so as not to make any mistakes that would shatter the whole thing.
In the evening, as he walked around the estate, Ragga's imagination went wild. There were alluring maids, fierce maids such as Zhang Feng, but there were also other women of a meritocratic sort—noblewomen and the wives of powerful men. His objective was to get all these women to bed and build a harem that would not only add to his glory but help secure his hold over power as well. Every acquisition would bring him a step closer to his aspiration of becoming the King of all Mils.
Just before any of that occurred, however, Ragga was brought out of these thoughts by a soft and pleasant voice that called his name.
"Master Ragga," uttered another maid, this time a golden haired beauty with piercing green eyes. She was stunning to the extend that Ragga could envision beauty queens – pride, unreachable and totally intoxicating.
"Y-Yes?" Ragga issued a pleasant smile that was neither seductive nor mean. "How may I help you?"
The maid returned...with a hint of understanding. "heh! I just heard you've been busy enticing the other maids. You're indeed becoming a master, Ragga."
Ragga was amused and, naturally, pleased for the compliment positioned towards him. "Really? I'm just acting naturally."
She turned her head to the side as if analyzing his every gaze. "I've been instructed to ensure that you are well taken care of during this visit. I will be the one serving your needs from this point forward."
He looked mildly amused, his curiosity piqued. "You? Serving me in such a manner?"
Those full, sensual lips of hers turned into a deadly weapon once again. "Yes, Young Master. I will always be at your beck and call whenever you summon me."
This was it – the first real chance to take control when dealing with a woman he should have evoked. Ragga took a deep breath in recollection. There's no denying she wanted him, but in what way? What did she intend to accomplish? These are questions all aspiring top-ranks had to contend with if they sought to hover above everyone else and claim the title of 'King of Milfs'. Yet he resolved not to cheat in this game so and so well.
He would have to ensure that his wits remained intact, that his prattles were intact, and even ensure that his ambitions were more acute.
"Alright," Ragga said more rounded in his expression. "You not only pretend to say that, I'll make sure you do. So, you better try to live up to it."
She let out a small chuckle and amusement flickered in her gaze. "Sure it is, Young Master. You shall not regret."
As she walked away, Ragga stood in the corridor with excitement bubbling inside. This is it. This is where something remarkable begins orienting its wheels into motion. All the elements were there - he had the appearance; the money, and the knowledge of the plot. It was simply a game of poker after that. It was going to be a tough road but one thing Joon understood was how to take advantage of situations whenever they occurred.
The final stage of preparation for taking over as a King of Milfs had been accomplished. The remaining part was merely one of implementation.