Chapter 16 – Tails, Temptations, and Trash

Chapter 16 – Tails, Temptations, and Trash

After entering the towering gates of the Royal Castle, the Duke and Duchess Rivera separated from the rest of the group, heading off to formally greet the King of Alvaro.

The castle was bustling with activity. Nobles from across the kingdom had arrived for the engagement of Princess Freya Alvaro. Servants rushed through the halls, maids carried trays of refreshments, and the atmosphere buzzed with gossip, admiration, and ambition.

Despite her conversation with Alexis, Princess Freya’s gaze was not on her fiancé.

No, her eyes were completely locked on Nyx’s tails, which swayed behind her with mesmerizing rhythm like a slow-burning flame begging to be touched.

Sensing danger, Stella leaned to a nearby maid.

“Please show us to our room. Nyx and I will be sharing.”

She grabbed Nyx’s arm without waiting for a reply and fled the scene before the Princess could pounce like a deranged fangirl at a tail-fluff convention.

The Princess watched them go, her bright smile replaced with a tragic pout. A soft “So close…” escaped her lips.

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While being led through the castle’s intricate corridors toward their room, Stella and Nyx suddenly encountered a man walking with an arrogant swagger. A smirk curled at the edges of his mouth as his eyes locked on the two women.

Will Piper.

Son of Marquis Piper.

And quite possibly the most infamous womanizer in the entire Alvaro Kingdom.

You can call him 'The Supreme Fly'

His reputation preceded him:

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Engaged, yet constantly sneaking off to the red-light districts.

Rumored to have raped the daughter of a low-ranking noble.

The victim’s family? Silenced. Their nobility revoked through pressure.

Even once flirted with a princess from a foreign kingdom, only receiving a half-hearted scolding from his father.

In short: rotten to the core.

Now, that same gaze filled with depraved hunger fell upon Stella’s starry beauty and Nyx’s curvaceous, fox-tailed allure. His steps slowed. His thoughts darkened.

He scanned them both.

“They don’t look like high-ranking noble daughters… I remember most of them. Will furrowed his brows. "Wasn’t there a fox-type Beastkin Queen who visited from another continent three years ago? I think she only had three tails… This one’s probably a variant or a hybrid," he muttered, unaware that among fox-type Beastkin, the number of tails signified their power—the more tails, the stronger they were. He thought "Probably just lucky guests or lower nobility."

And then… lust clouded logic.

He stood in their path.

Nyx’s tails twitched once. Stella didn’t even bother to lift her head fully.

Will, with the confidence of someone who’d never been hit hard enough, stepped forward.

“My ladies, what radiant stars have graced these halls today?” he said with a voice soaked in honeyed arrogance.

They ignored him.

He chuckled, trying again.

But both girls had already appraised him completely.

Stella’s face remained sleepy, bored. Nyx’s lips curled into a smile—but not a friendly one. No, it was that dangerous smile.

The “Nyxthara the Cruel One” smile.

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It wasn’t just a smile—it was a promise.

A warning.

A countdown.

Will’s ego couldn’t handle being ignored. After a few more failed attempts, the snake revealed his true skin.

“You girls should know when opportunity knocks,” he said, his tone darkening. “Become my concubines, and you’ll live in luxury. Gold, silk, power… If you’re lucky, you might even get to bear the child of a highborn noble.

. What more could you want?”

Stella’s eyelid twitched.

“This again...” she muttered under her breath. Not the first idiot to offer her luxury in exchange for submission.

Nyx, however, looked amused. No—delighted.

That smile of hers stretched wider, soft and cheerful, the kind of smile she wore before wiping out civilizations. The kind of smile that meant someone was about to die.

Stella sighed and looked at her.

“Don’t make a scene,” she said telepathically.

Nyx winked back.

“Of course~ I’ll be very polite. He’ll be a good boy from tomorrow onward.”

Turning to Will, Nyx spoke in the sweetest voice imaginable:

“I would love to visit you tonight… after the event.”

Will’s eyes practically glowed. Hooked.

He grinned like he’d just won the kingdom itself.

“See? So much smarter than your sister.”

Nyx’s smile only widened.

“It’s my dream to bear the child of such a… noble man.”

Stella facepalmed.

“He’s dead well no It’s probably a good thing if he dies. Sometimes... death is more pleasing than living.”

She looked at Will with a moment of pity—just a moment.

But Will was too lost in his imagination to notice. His IQ had already left the building, dragged off by his raging lust.

He didn’t know it yet, but he’d just invited an ancient Eldritch horror into his life. And she accepted with enthusiasm.

As he strutted away like a victorious rooster, Nyx turned to Stella and whispered with sparkling eyes,

“Can I call it 'disciplinary tailplay'?”

Stella groaned.

“Just don’t level the castle.”

“No promises~”

Behind them, the castle walls stood tall, unaware that someone inside was about to have the worst night of his life.

And maybe his last.