Chapter 6: The Power of Seduction
As life went on, however, it seemed to Ragga that the Elson's estate was gradually becoming a place where he was in charge. New experiences were thrown at him each day, new women are being encountered, and every second, he's feeling much better about himself. But with that particular excitement also came the realization that this new world was indeed much more involved than it seemed at first. The women were beautiful and powerful and highly demanding – they were not to be had for free, and there were things that he did not count on.
Always, Ragga has considered himself a spectator in the universe of King of Milfs only, a kind of reader who likes viewing rather than engaging – in the fantasies and desires of this world. Now, however, he is in the narrative, and there was no way he risked being an inactive player anymore. The women were more than just the women on the pages – they were real, living people, who had their own needs, goals and mysteries. And it was his duty to crack them down.
It projects the great ambition Ragga has of conquering the Mansion, which is usually described as his enemy. However, there was one thing Ragga had to keep in mind, if he wanted to be the King of Milfs. Dragging each woman into bed was his survival strategy. He could not afford to become too fond of one woman than the others so as to achieve the overarching goal. The objective was power, influence and control of people, not love.
Ragga had been called to dinner by the head of all maids, Madame Olivia herself. She was a matured lady with a very domineering body, silver hair fastened at the back in a bun and, with blue eyes that issued intimidation which caused people to rally to her orders like soldiers. There was beauty and grace in her whole being. She was reputed to be one of the most powerful women on the estate, who could challenge his ascendance in power.
On entering the dining room, Ragga saw Madame Olivia already settled on the table, eyes on him as if she were appraising him. Ragga could hardly hide his admiration for her graceful composure. She looked older than thirty five, probably late forties, but there was still a woman's prime figure in her body. There was something about her that was attractive to him, and as usual, upon their eye contact, he felt all that joy rushing in him. This was a woman that was going to be conquered, all the time.
"Evening, Young Master," Madame Olivia said as though controlling the pitch of her voice. "Please, take a seat."
Ragga wrapped his head around it and strategically occupied a spot at the table trying to shrug off the overwhelming fulcrum of her gaze. He had an idea concerning the intentions of the woman. His assumptions were correct and she was trying to get glimpses of his worthy pale face to see if he could attract her. And in this world, wearing no clothes and sucking a thumb would fetch Alaska's gold rush than any woman like Olivia's attention.
"Tell me, I have heard you have been capturing the other maids," Olivia carried on as if she was stabbing a soft heart, her tone so soft and delicate with malice like a blade. "Is it so?"
Ragga held her stare easily. "I think I have been doing quite a number on affairs, yes."
She raised an eyebrow, her expression softening ever so slightly. "You are certainly a young man of confidence, Young Master. But you must be careful. These women do not get impressed very easily, and the arrangement in this house is quite sensitive."
"Yes ma'am," Ragga said. "But I also believe that boldness is confidence. That is how one advances u the ladder."
Olivia's lips, which were motionless previously, now bore the hint of a smile as she spoke with a tinge of appreciation. "Boldness is sometimes an admirable trait, and at other times it can be fatal. Are you ready to face the aftermath of your decisions?"
Ragga slightly bent his body forward and gazed her in her eyes. "I am not afraid of the consequences. I am afraid of what will happen if I don't act."
Just then, Olivia took the time to survey him making him quite uncomfortable and she seemed to focus all her attention on his face. Ragga felt that his boldness had rather captured her interest. This was the test.
If only he can cross the threshold and make Olivia look at him with greater intensity than just a young master or something in that genre and elicit the same urge that the other females are beginning to feel, then he would embark on the real journey of embracing the intricacies that kept power in this world.
Olivia was the first one to revive the lost conversation but her composure and clarity of thought were not lost. "I may have been wrong to think the way I did Ragga. You are different from the previous ones. You are not that simple as I used to think all along."
Ragga grinned, feeling for the first time a certain fissure in her fortress. "I simply reveal what I wish Madame Olivia, that is how most people see me. Many want and take, I do."
The woman's lips twisted with a mixture of displeasure and amusement. "That is a very dangerous attitude, Young Master. But… it's also a wonderful feeling."
Saying this she waved her hand to the instructions and delicacies were ordered in for dinner and most of the tension that had gripped the dinner session was alleviated. Ragga remained glued to his target focusing on Olivia and feeling in the words of a synonym where there was a hidden meaning. She had to test him, but she also liked the way he was looking at her with full confidence and hopes. In this world, that was sometimes all that was needed.
After the meal, Ragga and Olivia found themselves in a hallway, with the other servants and maids going away. The silvery silhouette of the mansion offered a pleasant visual which made them believe that no one else existed in the universe, but them.
"You've impressed me very well tonight," Olivia stated in lowered tones. "But be careful Young Master…I will not be the only woman you will encounter."
"I don't care what the rest of the people in the world think of me," said Ragga in a low, almost monotonous voice, "I care about what I need, and those are only the right ones."
Ragga stepped forward again. She arched an eyebrow with sparkling interest, which she very often possessed. "The right ones, hmm? You already seem to have uncanny ability on how to look for them."
He moved his face nearer, lowering the volume to barely a breath. "And you, Madame Olivia? Are you the right one too?"
Ragga's eyes moved towards Olivia's earlobe, thinking that desire was glimmering. In a fraction of a second, what Raga thought was lust in her gaze vanquished but it was soon replaced to the usual serene, unemotional mask of hers.
"You're underestimating me, Young Master," she replied with an unexpected hint of mockery. "I guess we shall see."
That night as Ragga went back to his quarters, his thoughts were in frenzy. She is a woman who will not be easily ignored. They both tried to act each other's game, but in the end, she did throw him a shadow of interest. That was all he needed. A crack in the armor, and he was going to dig in too deep.
Not only the other maid, the noblewomen, and the estate's members of high rank had or would undergo such a trial. They were not merely women one would have to seduce; they were the pieces on the game board and not the pawns. The trick was to do things not too quickly, but just so that they could wind up within his webs.
So Ragga's body lay on the bed that night, his baleful thoughts played over the beautiful women on the estate, Olivia, Lila, Sera, and others. He had gotten into a game and this time, with the first woman starting to crack, all the others would follow after her. It was only a matter of time before the King of Milfs would rise, one conquest after the other.
And Ragga hopes that the next day, he will do another action that takes him closer to his aim.