(Bl) Transmigration: Seducing and making Cinderella's prince mine

Zolan's eyes narrowed slowly, his gaze fixated on the frozen figure before him. Here he was, wondering when they'd meet again—and fate brought them together. What a nice surprise.

With a smirk and a dark glint in those hazel eyes, Zolan gestured for Kayden to come closer, curling his fingers in invitation.

Kayden couldn't explain what was going on, but his feet wouldn't move—it was as if he was rooted to the spot. Realizing Zolan wanted him closer, he frowned.

What was the purpose of requesting his presence so close? Wouldn't it cause suspicion, especially since the door to the bathing room was wide open?

Yes, he wanted to see the prince's dick, but not without a head—and no doubt, he wouldn't survive when the royal family found him groveling around their half-naked son.

"Apologies, Your Highness, but I made the wrong turn. Permit me to be on my way right now."

Fuck that. Kayden wasn't gonna wait for whenever the prince agreed—it was time to leave this den.

Any minute he spent here risked him getting beheaded by the ruthless Emperor Gerald Marcel—a beast in human form. He wondered where the sweet king from Cinderella went because, judging from this emperor's deeds, it was nothing but hell.

So, without giving Zolan the opportunity to reply, he attempted to run—as usual—but something lashed onto him, halting him midway.

His back now faced the enormous bathtub, which was made of wood—obviously not normal wood but a strange one with the coloring of the night. The inside had taken his breath away the first time he saw it, because all he could focus on was Zolan's body. The strange illuminating light glowed slowly, highlighting the full beauty of Zolan's form.

Enough. He had to stop messing around with guys in this world. His survival was in his palms, and seducing this pompous prince could assure his safety—except that was the problem. How was he supposed to do it?

A straight prince, surrounded by formidable royal siblings notorious for beheading any servant who strayed too far. And now, he was being held against his will. By his calculations, they would soon call the Crown Prince for breakfast, and he just couldn't be found here with him.

"Why the rush, sweetheart? Aren't you… strange? You barge into my room all confident, and not to mention the indecency in that action—you also bravely checked me out. While drooling at my body. As scandalous as that is, you then declare some rude-ass apologies, and here you are about to leave? Who does that?"

Zolan exclaimed.

Kayden couldn't have it. He wanted to talk—desperately—to shove it down his throat that he, Kayden, wasn't interested in his pompous ass. Not everybody was gonna be licking his boots just for some pretty privilege he got for being born into a rich family. How pathetic.

Trying to sway off Zolan's hands, Kayden shook his body furiously, but shockingly, Zolan's grip was strong.

"No, you won't escape me this time. Last time was a mistake. Now, you must answer me—unless you want to end up in the palace's high dungeon."

Zolan's cold words took Kayden by surprise.

What's his problem?

Kayden finally turned—but his reflexes made his feet move faster than expected, and just like that, their lips crashed.

Well, not really. Almost. Thanks to Zolan, who moved a bit. And like the cocky bastard he was, Kayden saw him smile.

That victorious smile he could recognize anywhere.

That "I'm better than you, and as always, people are gonna fall for me whether you like it or not" smile. And Kayden couldn't take the hitching feeling to descend on him so badly.

This man… this man is really trying my patience.

Just calm down, Kay. It's for the safety of your head.

"Okay, Your Highness… may I ask why you stopped me?"

Zolan's face slightly fell at the cold tone used by the stunning beauty before him.

"Excuse me?" Zolan exclaimed, surprised that his earlier words didn't seem to move him.

"Apologies accepted. Now will you get your ass out of my way and let me pass? My presence might be affecting the golden boy from doing his normal chores."

Kayden bowed in a mocking greeting.

Zolan wasn't a fool. He could clearly see the sarcasm in the statement—and it made his blood boil.

With the agility of a trained warrior, he gripped Kayden's hand, clasping it tighter.

"How dare you," his voice came out more rugged.

Kayden's eyes never left his. Yes—here was the man he knew.

He hadn't really changed. He was the same titled bitch, even in this fairytale. How stupid of him to think he would be different from the one he knew in the modern world.

With an unflinching gaze, he threatened Zolan to do his worst. And like the cunning creature he was, Zolan's smirk only darkened.

His face forming a deep line Kayden couldn't fathom.

"As you wish…"

And with good dripping force, Zolan dragged Kayden close to his naked body—and without realizing what was happening, Kayden's eyes darted to the lower level of Zolan's gloriously gorgeous body.

He gasped loudly.

Not just because of the muscular, sexy figure and delicious V-line—but the huge, protruding dick that was bouncing in all its glory.

What the fuck is that?

Kayden didn't know if he was panicking or hyperventilating. Like, who the hell would survive getting penetrated by that?

"You like what you see? So you're a man-fucker, isn't it?"

Zolan's tone grew more intense, and Kayden could also sense the same disrespect oozing out of him like a cursed spell.

A man-fucker. Oh, as homophobic as expected.

And without waiting for Kayden's reply, Zolan made a move—hugging him with all his weight, and tilting his head backward, he fell straight into the bathtub with Kayden.

As if getting caught and humiliated wasn't enough, now he was getting harassed.

"Get your ass off me, you jerk!"

Kayden's protest grew louder.

Zolan just watched—clearly amused. How interesting.

"Struggling is futile. Just tell me where you want to get touched, and I'll fulfill your request… by even servicing you right here, right now."

Zolan's shameless words drifted out, making Kayden's jaw hang like a loose thread.

Wait. This wasn't supposed to be… Prince Charming wasn't this shameless.

And why was this one behaving abnormally? And—no gosh—was he gay?

Kayden just couldn't handle it anymore. He had come to his limits. Everything was just changing.

And like a possessed freak, Kayden shrieked—standing up in horror. He had just felt something warm and huge beside his ass. And staring down at the water, he went blank at what caused it.

Was that… a dick?

Did that prince just almost insert his dick in my ass?

Kayden finally exploded.

That's it. I've had it.