Bluff my way out.
I leaned back into my seat, spread my arms, and puffed out my chest. The alpha pose.
I’d rehearsed it many times when I was an average college Joe, thinking it would get me girls. Like it did for the other assholes.
Sometimes it did. But most of the time it only got me a drink splashed in the face or a hefty solo dinner bill.
Girls of that Earth preferred the superpowered, and I unfortunately wasn’t one of them.
But that was before my rebirth. The new me wasn’t just pretending to be alpha. I was alpha. I met Earl Arkdam Crystalion’s eyes and stared into them like I was Demon King Thallafax himself.
Seconds stretched into minutes. Neither of us budged.
Then, at last, Earl Crystalion looked away and cleared his throat.
Sensing weakness, I pounced.
"What great family?" I said.
"Pardon?" He seemed unsettled by my sudden change in demeanor.
"You say the Crystalions are a great family." I gestured toward the room around us. "But I see no sign of greatness here."
Arkdam stiffened.
"What do you mean? Take a visit to the scholars’ archives. You will find the Crystalion name mentioned in countless tomes on hallowed history. This mansion is one of the largest and most esteemed in Windmoor. It was built two centuries ago by the great architect Froridan for—"
"Horseshit."
Arkdam seemed unsure whether to call for the guards or clean his ears to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.
"I don’t know anything about your family’s past and I don’t care," I said. "But I know what I see with my own eyes. You have a big house. But there’s dust on the windowsills, cracks in the roofing. The garden is overgrown. Your staff is full of drunks and vagrants. Things have become so bad for your family that you were forced to post a public job offer in the town square and resort to interviewing someone like me."
I slammed my hand down on the table. Under the table Beatrice, who had started to deep-throat me during my epic speech, jerked her head in surprise. The sudden movement caused my cock to slap her uvula. She began to gag on my cock. I slammed the table several more times to drown out the sound of her coughing and spluttering.
"You have some nerve," Arkdam said. His voice trembled like a hot kettle waiting to burst. "Coming into my house and insulting me in this manner! I won’t have this!"
"Relax bud," I said. "Don’t get your panties all twisted up. You’re only eighteen. You’re doing what you can to revive the family. But do you really think you can accomplish that by sticking to the old ways? By hiring from old butler blood and copying what other families do?"
"How ... do you know about my family circumstances?"
"Beatrice told me."
He narrowed his eyes.
"My mother does not speak of such things to outsiders."
"Perhaps you know your mother less than you think."
"How dare you—"
"Don’t you trust your mother?" I said. "She recommended me for this position. Perhaps she sees something in me that you do not."
Crystalion tried to stare me down again. But I met his gaze, pretending I was shooting laser beams from my eyes. I refused to blink. Doing so would signal weakness.
After what felt like thirty hours, Arkdam slid his eyes away from mine. He muttered something under his breath. He drained his teacup and slammed it down on the table in an act of defiance.
He stood up.
"I shall speak with my mother. Then we shall see which of your words are truth and which are lies."
He stood staring down at me, obviously expecting me to rise and bow. But it’s pretty hard to stand up when your cock is literally balls-deep inside a woman’s throat. So I just stared back at him with a cocky smile plastered on my face.
Earl Arkdam Crystalion looked like he wanted to grab the fireplace poker and run me through. But, after shooting one more dirty look, he rushed past me and, robes swishing, exited the room. The door slammed shut behind him: and just in time.
I reached down, grabbed his mother’s head, and shot my load deep into her throat. Beatrice gagged and spluttered but she fought valiantly to swallow every drop of my semen.
"Master ... you taste ... so ... good ..."
When she was done with her afternoon snack, Beatrice climbed out onto my lap and curled up there, stroking my flaccid cock with one hand. Her face was flushed. Her eyes shone with admiration. I played with her nipple, rolling it around between my fingers like a magician doing a coin trick.
"Master ... that was an amazing speech. It made me so wet for you. Look. Feel me under my skirt. I want you—"
"Sorry babe."
I picked her up by her armpits and set her on her feet. I straightened out her dress as best I could.
"No time for that now. Your son is waiting. I’ve done what I can to convince him that I’m worthy. Now the rest is up to you."
I patted her on the ass and ushered her toward the door.
"But before you go," I called after her. "Wash your face! There’s cum on your lips!"
For a time, I waited in the drawing room like a good boy. I sipped Arkdam’s tea. I stole cookies from the cookie tin.
I trimmed my nose hairs with the help of a diamond-handled knife and an ornate brass mirror.
I checked out the paintings, took a piss in the chamber pot, did some handstand pushes on the plush rug.
But before long I was sick of waiting.
There’s only so much you can do to entertain yourself in a room with no Netflix, no full-service buffet, and no hot wives to hop into bed with.
Plus I was getting curious. What was Earl Arkdam Crystalion saying to Beatrice? I decided to eavesdrop on them with my newfound magical powers.
Closing my eyes, I whispered the words:
"I choose you, Ear Friend!"
The room turned black. White lines appeared, corresponding to the contours of the room.
I left my body in ghostly "ear form" and floated through the doorway, heading in the direction I’d seen Beatrice go.
The Ear Friend could only travel a set distance from my body. Luckily, Beatrice and her son were in a room two doors down. I floated inside and began to listen.
"But Mother," Arkdam was saying, "You said you didn’t want any more male servants inside the house. You didn’t like how they looked at you lewdly."
"This one’s different," Beatrice said. "He wouldn’t dream of doing anything sexual to me."