Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Park briefly wondered which exact part of him she was talking about she was talking about; was it his hair attitude? His face somehow looking even better than the Park she let and came back seeing the new version that was about to break hearts?

Or was it fact that he had just visually toured forbidden territory like a tourist who had lost his guide?

He decided ignorance was healthy... Alexander turned around at the moment making Park straighten before he even meant to.

The man was dangerous.

That had become easier to forget while Alexander was away and Park was running around shopping, flirting, singing, acting and making plans as though the estate belonged to the children. It didn’t.

This was Alexander’s house, and everyone inside it knew whose answer ended an argument.

Alexander was broad-shouldered and powerful enough that Park had never mistaken politics for his only weapon. He didn’t need to shout or perform some stupid show of dominance.

One hard look was enough to remind Park that teasing him like a grumpy father had limits.

NovelPhoenixs had lied to Park for years.

They always made it look so easy:

The rebellious young master would face the terrifying clan patriarch, give one lazy smile and say something disrespectful enough to have nine generations executed and then the patriarch would somehow be impressed by his courage.

Those authors had clearly never met Alexander Bennett.

Park’s courage had excellent survival instincts.

It was currently hiding.

Alexander’s stare settled on him.

"You’re late."

Park resisted the childish instinct to look at the nearest clock: "I was at NX."

"I know where you were."

Of course he did.

Park swallowed the tiny smartass answer trying to climb up his throat, tonight, he was going to be a good son for at least five minutes.

He walked toward them and bowed his head politely toward the Chancellor first.

"Mother. Welcome home."

Her eyes warmed so quickly that Park almost looked behind himself to check whether somebody else had entered.

’That is the second strange thing.’

The Chancellor had shown Park affection from her before and she had never treated him cruelly, and she’d occasionally defended him when Alexander went too far, but there had always been a careful distance between them, one neither of them ever named.

Tonight, she closed it herself.

"Come here."

Park blinked.

She stood before he could ask what that meant, caught him gently by the arms and pulled him into a hug.

Park went blank.

The Chancellor hugged him properly too — none of that formal shoulder-touch nonsense powerful families probably invented so photographers could call them close. Her arms wrapped around him fully, pulling him straight into her body before her one hand moved up behind his head as she kissed his forehead with easy affection.

Park froze for half a second.

Her chest pressed right against him.

Soft. Heavy. Full. The firm, round weight of her tits flattened against his chest through the thin dress, warm and unmistakable. He could feel the exact shape of them, the way they gave under the pressure of the hug, how high and full they sat. Those big soft mounds squashed right into him, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide how heavy and warm they were.

For a moment his brain just stopped working.

’Wait!’

Was she always this affectionate?

His memories said no. Never with this much warmth and never with her whole body pressed this close.

For one second, the hug reached somewhere deeper than Park expected.

Then his face ended up close enough to her that his nineteen-year-old brain threw the emotional analysis into a trash can; all that registered was how soft her tits felt against him and how badly he wanted to stay exactly there.

His arms tightened around her without thinking; shameless and greedy.

He pressed his chest harder into hers just to feel those heavy soft tits squish more, the warmth of them bleeding straight through the dress into his skin. His mind went pure filth in under a second.

’Fuck, they’re so big. Really big. And soft as hell.’

He could already picture peeling that thin dress down, watching them spill out heavy and full, burying his face between them. The urge to slide his hands down her back, grab a handful of that soft flesh from underneath and squeeze, was so strong his fingers twitched against her waist.

Park’s thing twitched hard in his pants.

Don’t let go. Don’t you fucking dare let go. Just keep pressing those tits into me a little longer...

’Alexander watching or not, I am in fucking heaven.’

Warm. Soft. Expensive perfume and the completely forbidden territory pressing dangerously close to his face.

Whoever had reincarnated him deserved a five-star review.

Alexander could have been preparing Park’s execution behind them and Park would’ve asked for another thirty seconds.

The Chancellor finally pulled back, although her hands remained on his arms while she looked him over again.

"I heard the audition went well."

"Well..." Park smiled.

"Apparently very well," she corrected, sounding much too pleased with herself for someone who hadn’t even been there. "And before that, you were offered a role. You’ve already filmed too?"

Park’s smile became more genuine.

She was excited. He could hear it.

’That feels stupidly nice from such a hot woman after such a forbidden hugger.’

"Sit beside me."

Park obeyed; only after sitting did he remember there was another parent in the room.

He looked toward Alexander.

"Welcome home, Father."

Alexander stared at him for a moment before giving a short nod: "Your mother asked you a question."

Right.

Apparently Alexander wasn’t interested in being edited out of his own family reunion.

Park turned back toward the Chancellor. "Yeah. The shooting was a few days ago. My part’s already finished."

"You didn’t tell us." Park glanced at Alexander, that had come from him.

"I didn’t know I was supposed to."

"You live in my house." The answer came so quickly that Park understood exactly what he meant.

The Chancellor looked at Alexander. "And he’s nineteen, Alexander. He did not elope."

"He disappeared into an entertainment company after being EXPLICITLY told where I stand on this."

"And somehow returned alive."

Alexander’s jaw tightened but the Chancellor smiled sweetly after her reply making Park suddenly understood why Aveline had looked tired before this conversation even started. Right.

This was routine.

The Chancellor turned toward Park again as though she hadn’t just poked the Prime Minister in the eye with a sentence.

"I’m sorry I missed it. Things became ridiculous at the Palace, and I barely paid attention to anything outside work."

Park shook his head. "It’s fine. I’ve seen the princess thing everywhere. You’re the Chancellor. You have basically half the Empire sitting on your shoulders. You’re allowed to forget a few things."

"Don’t encourage her," Emmeline said, she clearly missed her mother.

Park’s mouth almost betrayed him... he behaved.

Barely.

"Besides," he continued, gesturing toward the others, "Emmie and my beautiful sisters have been a huge help."

Emmie’s smile became so wide it nearly required structural support. Aveline, however, looked at him for a little too long.

Park noticed... she noticed him noticing: "Don’t include me in whatever performance you’re giving Mother."

Park put a hand to his chest. "Performance?"

"You’ve known me your entire life."

"Exactly. That’s how I know you’re beautiful."

Aveline’s stare sharpened forcing Emmie to laughed.

Evangeline never looked up from her phone. "He’s been doing this all week. Resistance only encourages him."

Park pointed at her. "See? Support."

"That was not support."

"It felt supportive."

The Chancellor laughed, and Park caught another tiny thing... she wasn’t merely watching the siblings talk.

’She looks pleased.’

Park couldn’t tell whether that was new or whether the old Park had been too wrapped up in his resentment to notice.

"Good," she said. "At least you children have stopped behaving like somebody divided the estate during a divorce."

Aveline looked away, Emmie suddenly found the ceiling interesting even Evangeline’s thumb stopped moving over her phone.

Alexander took a drink.

The Chancellor glanced at him and smiled like she had just remembered one more thing she wanted to annoy him about.

"Speaking of children making questionable career decisions, what exactly is wrong with this empire and acting?"

Aveline groaned quietly.

"Mother."

"One princess has the whole empire divided and another one wants to become an actor and has his father behaving like a jealous teenager who discovered his son is courting the same girl with him."

Emmie laughed before she could stop herself, then immediately pressed her lips together.

Alexander looked at his wife: "Enough!"

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. Emmie’s laughter vanished, Aveline straightened slightly and Evangeline finally put her phone down.

Park felt the warning too.

The Chancellor met Alexander’s stare.

"No."

Alexander’s expression hardened. "I said enough."

"And I heard you... you’ve only been back in this house for less than three hours and you’ve already managed to make our son uncomfortable for coming home."

"Our son?"

The words came out colder than Park liked as his father gave the Chancellor a mocking laugh.

The Chancellor’s smile left her face.

"Yes, Alexander. Our son. The boy you placed under my roof when he was three years old. If you’d like to revisit that arrangement sixteen years too late, do choose a night when I’m less tired."

Park’s brain had one very unhelpful response: ’Holy shit.’

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