From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 175: Preparations Underway.
Byung retreated to his chambers with hurried steps, boots echoing off the stone corridor as his mind raced through a thousand conflicting thoughts. The door slammed shut behind him with a heavy thud, the sound reverberating in the confined space like a final warning. He stood there for a moment, back pressed against the wood, chest heaving as he tried to process what was about to happen. His hand moved instinctively toward his crotch, hesitating mid-reach as a question surfaced: should he empty his balls before this, relieve the pressure to last longer, or would that dull his performance? But the thought dissolved almost immediately—stamina or low libido was something he never experienced, not since he was reborn in this world.
The system hummed in his veins with endless energy, his cock already half-hard despite the anxiety clawing at his thoughts, ready at a moment’s notice.
"Focus," Byung muttered under his breath the moment he confirmed he was truly alone, no footsteps echoing outside, no presence lurking in the shadows. His eyes swept the chamber, and what he saw made him wince—organized chaos at best, a disaster at worst. The furs on the bed were rumpled and stained with old sweat and blood, tools scattered across the makeshift desk alongside half-eaten meals gone cold, dust coating every surface like a gray shroud, and the faint smell of metal and unwashed goblin permeating the air.
He couldn’t bring the Chieftess here like this. Not when everything had to be perfect, when failure meant death in the most brutal fashion imaginable.
Byung began to arrange his room with methodical intensity, starting with the bed. He stripped the soiled material and tossed them into a corner, replacing them with fresh pelts he’d kept stored in a chest—soft, clean, smelling faintly of the mountain herbs used to preserve them. He straightened the makeshift frame, tightened the ropes that supported the bedding until they sang with tension. Next came the desk: tools returned to their proper places in organized rows, surfaces wiped down with a damp cloth until the wood gleamed faintly in the lantern light.
He moved to the floor, sweeping away dirt and gravel that had been tracked in over days of neglect, his movements sharp and efficient despite the time pressure bearing down on him. The walls were next—he couldn’t do much about the rough stone, but he brushed away cobwebs with a broom fashioned from bound twigs, cleared the corners where grime had accumulated in shadowed crevices. The lantern itself was cleaned, the soot wiped from its glass, fresh oil added so the flame burned bright and steady, casting warm light that transformed the chamber from a cave into something almost civilized.
This took approximately an hour, his muscles burning slightly from the effort, sweat beading on his forehead. When he finally stopped and surveyed his work, Byung felt a grim satisfaction settle over him. The room looked... acceptable. Clean. Prepared. The bed inviting, the air fresher now that he’d cracked the window slightly to let in the cool evening breeze.
Then Byung looked down at himself and realized with stark clarity: the only dirty thing left in this room was him.
--- 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The Chieftess made her way into the guest house constructed specifically for visitors, her bare feet padding silently across the stone pathway that led to the structure. The building was impressive by goblin standards—solid walls of quarried stone reinforced with timber beams, a thatched roof that sloped to shed rain, windows fitted with actual shutters rather than crude hide coverings. It was heavily guarded normally, with sentries posted at the entrance to ensure the safety and privacy of important guests. But the security was conspicuously absent right now, the usual goblin guards mysteriously reassigned to other duties, leaving the path clear and unobstructed. Byung’s doing, no doubt—ensuring privacy for what was to come.
The guest houses had been made specifically to accommodate orcs, with high ceilings that didn’t force them to stoop, doorways wide enough for their broad frames, and beds reinforced to support their considerable weight. The interior was sparse but functional: a large bed covered in fresh furs, a wooden table with a basin of water for washing, shelves carved into the walls for personal belongings, and a stone hearth where a fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows that made the room feel warm and alive.
She entered and immediately gestured sharply to her honor guards who had followed at a respectful distance—a single cutting motion with her hand that they had learned to read perfectly over decades of service. Leave me. I wish to be alone until he arrives. They hesitated for only a heartbeat—trained warriors recognizing a command—before bowing and withdrawing, the door closing behind them with a soft click that echoed in the sudden silence.
The Chieftess stood in the center of the room, her white robe flowing around her powerful frame, and reached up to loosen her white hair from the tight binding that had held it during travel. The strands cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, falling past her shoulders to her waist, soft and thick, catching the firelight in shimmering waves.
Her red eyes—those piercing, inhuman eyes that glowed faintly even in the warm light—remained as cold as ever, scanning the room with tactical precision, noting exits, defensible positions, potential weapons. But there was something no one knew, not even her most trusted guards who had stood by her side for centuries. She was a virgin. No man had ever touched her intimately because no man had been worthy enough to take it, to claim what countless warriors had died trying to earn.
Her body had been a prize dangled before champions and warlords, but none had passed her tests—in combat, in will, in the simple ability to see her as more than a conquest.
She hated to admit it, even to herself in the privacy of her own mind, but she was somewhat anxious because what if Byung qualified?
