Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

As we passed through the gate and into the estate, the sheer magnitude of the owner's wealth and opulence became immediately apparent.

The expansive grounds were a sight to behold, with meticulously manicured gardens and perfectly sculpted hedges that seemed to stretch on for miles, their colors and textures creating a veritable wonderland of foliage.

And in the distance, the sprawling, stately manor house loomed into view, its impressive facade adorned with intricate carvings and elaborate architectural details that spoke of untold riches and power.

As we drew closer to the manor's entrance, a young boy came into view, his slender frame silhouetted against the sunlit sky.

He sat on the steps, his fingers dancing with flames that flickered and crackled at his fingertips, his gaze fixed on the flickering embers as they danced and swirled in the air before dissipating into smoke.

And then, as we neared, his head snapped up, his eyes locking with ours, his expression curious and alert as he quickly extinguished the flames and stood to his full height.

As the young boy caught sight of Damon, his features lit up with recognition, his mouth curving into a wide smile as he greeted the prince with a nod of his head.

"Damon" he said.

He was slightly taller than me, probably 181cm.

His hair was cropped and his forehead was marred by the telltale signs of adolescent acne.

"Hugo". Damon replied with an equally wide smile.

At the sight of me, Hugo's smile fell away, his expression hardening into a scowl as his brows drew together in a sharp, disapproving frown.

"Who's this loser?" he asked, his tone cold and sharp, his gaze fixed on me with an intense, unfriendly glare.

"Be cool man, he's with me". Damon replied.

"You said you'd be coming alone". Hugo said.

"Well plans changed". Damon said. "Now let's go in, there's no time to waste".

"Says the one who came late". Hugo replied with a smirk.

The interior of the manor was a testament to wealth and opulence, its every surface adorned with ornate carvings and expensive furnishings that spoke of the family's considerable fortune.

As we followed Hugo down a long, tapestry-lined corridor, the air growing warmer with each step, the distinct aroma of fire and ash wafting towards us from the room at the end of the hall.

And then, Hugo stopped before a set of heavy, double doors, their rich, mahogany wood polished to a glossy sheen as they loomed before us, their handles ornate and intricately carved.

With a single, fluid motion, Hugo pushed open the doors, the hinges groaning softly as he stepped through the threshold, the scent of smoke and ash now nearly overpowering as we followed him into the room beyond.

As I stepped into the room, my gaze swept across the vast expanse of the chamber, its size and opulence leaving me in a state of awe-struck wonder.

Three king-sized beds lined the walls, their soft, luxurious covers adorned with intricate embroidery and plush pillows, their size dwarfing even the most lavish of accommodations.

And against the far wall, a massive, oversized couch dominated the room, its rich, velvet upholstery contrasting sharply with the muted tones of the walls and floors

As I took in the room's layout, I noticed that the two beds on one side of the room formed a sort of L-shaped pattern, their pillows angled at a sharp, 90-degree angle, creating a cozy nook in the corner of the room.

Across from them, the third bed sat alone, its position on the far wall making it seem almost isolated and disconnected from the others.

And adjacent to it, the luxurious couch stretched out in a regal sweep.

But it wasn't the size of the room or the arrangement of the beds that made my eyes pop out.

It was the girls stting on the beds, their bodies half-covered by luxurious fabrics, their bare skin shimmering in the soft light of the room, they lounged lazily, their eyes fixated on us as we entered.

As I studied the girls, their presence both unexpected and undeniable, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between their forms.

On the one bed, three girls lounged, and on the opposite bed, three more girls reclined.

They were stunning girls too, two of them even looked exotic.

"This is why you didn't want to bring anybody". I said to Damon, my voice barely a whisper. "You came to have an orgy."

Damon laughed. "This is barely an orgy, it's just two guys and some women. You should see the real orgies".

"However, yes, this is why I didn't want to bring anybody."

"I only arranged for two groups, what are we going to do about buddy over there". Hugo complained and pointed to me.

Damon turned to me. "I was going to have all three to myself but I suppose I can spare you one."

"What? You want me to..?" I started to protest but I stopped abruptly when I realized I was basically turning down an offer to increase my stats.

Besides, he was offering me one out of the six beautiful women and I was rejecting it, wasn't that something a gay person would do?

"I suppose I deserve some entertainment". I replied.

Damon's grin widened. "You and I are not so different, you know?"

I scoffed.

He turned to the ladies, "Alright ladies, which one of you want him?"

All their hands immediately shot up.

Damon chuckled. "Well that's a little demoralizing".

A quick glance at Hugo showed that he was scowling now.

I couldn't blame him, he had arranged for the girls for him and Damon and now all of them chose me, a stranger to him, over them.

"Alright they all want you, who do you want?"Damon asked.

A thought occured to me. Damon didn't have to offer me first pick, I'd just have been fine with last pick.

Yet he did it regardless. For all his annoying behaviors, Damon was a nice person. That or he cared about me.

"I pick her". I said, pointing to a girl with a slight tan and long shiny black hair that covered her melons.

The melons were huge and stood out from her chest like jugs.