Chapter 5 The Queen’s seduction

Kira/Eren’s POV

I stood frozen at the entrance to the Luna’s private rooms, my heart drumming a wild beat against the bandages on my chest. What am I supposed to do once I’m inside? A dark, reckless thought flashed through my mind—I could attack her. I could wrap my hands around her throat for what she did to my mother and just run. I could vanish into the night.

No, Kira. Stop it. I shook the useless thoughts away. I had to remember Kiko. He was in that hospital because of the deal I made. I needed these people, as much as I hated them, to keep my brother alive.

"Family comes before revenge," I whispered to myself, taking a ragged breath. "Now, smile."

I straightened my tunic, practiced the low, boyish head-tilt I’d seen in movies, and raised my hand. Knock. Knock.

The heavy doors were pulled open by a silent servant. I stepped into the room, and before I could even say hello, the servant slipped out and clicked the doors shut behind me. I was alone.

"Where am I supposed to go?" I muttered, looking around.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. This wasn't a room; it was a display of greed. Half of this space alone was larger than the entire house I grew up in. Everything was massive, built with a scary level of luxury gold trim, thick velvet, and marble that shone like glass. She truly was the Queen of the world. What kind of wealth was this?

"First time in a place like this?"

A giggling voice drifted from the shadows. I gasped, spinning around. It was the Queen. I immediately remembered the warning from the King’s men: Always bow your head.

I dropped my gaze to the floor instantly. "You can look up," she said, her voice full of amusement.

I hesitated. I stayed bowed, my eyes fixed on the thick rug. I was a girl disguised as a boy; I didn't know the rules here, and the last thing I wanted was to see something I shouldn't.

"Eren," she said, her tone a command this time. "Stand up."

I finally looked up, trying to keep my face neutral. "Greetings, Your Majesty. I am here as you ordered. What can I do for you?"

As the words left my mouth, I felt a sudden, crazy urge to laugh. I couldn't believe I was actually playing this part, standing in the heart of the lion's den.

"Come. I need you to help me with this," she said.

I stepped closer, my pulse thudding. "With what, ma'am?"

"With this." She held out a bottle of expensive moisturizing oil.

Then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she let her towel drop.

Shock hit me like a physical blow. I forgot to look away. My eyes were wide and horrified, locked on her bare body, on the pink of her nipples and the curve of her breasts. My jaw dropped. It took a painful second for my brain to catch up, and I violently jerked my gaze toward the wall. I couldn't say a single word.

"It’s fine," she said softly. "You can help me out."

"But Ma’am... I wouldn't dare touch Your Majesty," I stammered, my voice cracking. "I am a male, and I... I..."

I was babbling, hoping she’d sense the "male" politeness I was trying to fake.

"It’s nothing," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "The King knows. Now, will you follow orders and help me put this on my body?"

I looked at her, then at the door. Kiko was in that hospital. I had no choice. I couldn't risk a 'no' that might get me thrown out—or worse. I stepped forward with shaking hands and took the bottle. I poured the oil onto her back and began to rub it in.

"Urrrghh," she moaned.

My eyes went wild. What the actual hell is wrong with this lady? "Seems you are not doing this for the first time," she remarked.

"What... what do you mean, Your Majesty?" I stammered, my palms slick with the oil.

"I meant using a moisturizer. You know exactly the right places to touch," she said.

I bit my tongue. I couldn't exactly tell her that I’d been doing this for myself every day for years. "It’s actually my first time," I lied, my heart racing.

She smiled and brushed her hair over one shoulder. As my fingers moved over her skin, I saw the goosebumps break out on her arms. My breath caught. She is... she is... "You have such delicate and soft hands for a boy," she whispered.

The air left my lungs. My heart hammered so hard I was sure she could hear it. Did she know? Did she figure it out? What was I supposed to say to that?

Then, before I could react, she turned around to face me.

Now, there was nothing between us. Her breasts were inches from my chest. My eyes darted to them, then back to her face in a panic. She bit her lip, her eyes dark and blurry.

"Here, too," she commanded.

I poured more oil, my hands trembling as I massaged her shoulders and chest. I tried to pull my hands away as quickly as possible, but she reached up, her fingers locking around my wrists. She didn't let go. Instead, she guided my oily hands directly onto her breasts.

"Here. Touch my breasts. Massage them, too," she whispered.

I was completely stunned. My mind screamed in protest. What?! The rumors were true. The Queen had a sexual drive that bordered on madness. Even though I was a human pretending to be an omega, I could practically smell the desperation coming off her.

She wasn't ju

st asking for a massage. She was horny.