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While he had his share of adventure, Lucian had never actually been to the Imperial Library before.

After all why would he visit a boring place like Imperial Library when he could go and have ’fun’ instead!

But now, in his role, Lucian decided it was high time to find that library and search for information.

So, he walked forward without hesitation, keeping an eye out for any signs or directions that might help.

The Imperial Palace was massive, a sprawling complex of towering spires and grand halls adorned with intricate carvings and precious gemstones. Its walls were lined with majestic tapestries depicting the empire’s glorious history.

The vast corridors seemed endless, each turn leading to another opulent chamber or a hidden courtyard filled with rare, exotic plants. Ornate chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floors.

While he was still inside its walls, he wasn’t even sure he could find his way out without a map.

After a few twists and turns, Lucian stopped outside a pair of wooden double doors.

He could hear some kind of movement on the other side, so he pressed his hands against the wood and opened them slightly.

Sure enough, the doors creaked silently, revealing a scene straight from a paradise.

It was not library but a bedchamber with a luxurious king-sized bed.

His eyes caught a glimpse of the busty and attractive body that had her a*s sticking up towards the door.

Lucian couldn’t stop his d*ck from standing erect and throbbing.

The woman had white hair, indicating her advanced age, and Lucian guessed that she was nearing her sixties. But the curve of her backside and the voluptuousness of her a*s made him pause, as she wriggled her hips sensuously.

With her attention on cleaning the room, the woman who was wearing a maid uniform didn’t notice Lucian opening the door any wider, and he slowly crept inside.

"Hello, madam!" Lucian said cheerfully.

"Ahh! Whose there?!" the maid cried out in surprise. She turned her head back to look at him.

Her large butt wiggled side to side as she shifted her weight, and Lucian was mesmerized by the bouncing curves of her a*s.

"I’m sorry to disturb you," Lucian said quickly, hoping she wouldn’t throw him out just yet, "I was wondering if you might have seen a library around here?"

"Ohh it’s Prince Lucian!" the maid squealed excitedly.

She hurriedly stood upright and bowed. She gave him a full view of her large, heavy breasts, the tops of her milky-white breasts spilling over the cups of her brassiere.

He barely resisted the urge to reach out and give one a squeeze, especially when the maid pushed her chest outward.

"Do you know how to reach the library?" Lucian inquired, his voice a soft murmur. He scanned the room carefully, his eyes lingering in the shadows, making certain no one else was present besides them.

The maid hurriedly shuffled some cleaning supplies into a small wooden box and stepped forward.

"Of course, I can help you. Please follow me, Your Highness. I’ll lead you there right away. Just let me finish my work, and we can leave," she said sweetly.

Lucian saw her cleaning supplies, and an ’idea’ popped up in his mind. "Let me help!" he offered. "It’ll go much faster with two people."

The maid hesitated. "I don’t think I should accept help from someone as important as you, Your Highness," she stammered.

"Please?" Lucian asked. "You look like you’ve got a lot to do, and I’m pretty strong. Besides, what’s a Prince doing hiding out in a library anyways?" he joked.

Reluctantly, the maid smiled, and the pair got to work. Lucian was shocked at how filthy the chamber was, with dirty sheets, crumpled papers scattered around, and even a pile of filth in the corner that he could only identify as food remains.

’Whose nightmare of a room is this?’ Lucian wondered inwardly, appalled by the chaos and filth surrounding him.

"Let’s finish this up quickly," the maid mumbled. "I really need to get my day started. And that’s not easy in my old age. Thank you for offering to help, Your Highness."

’If I want to pin her down, I’ll need to make it worth my while,’ Lucian thought, a hint of a wicked smile playing on his lips.

With Lucian’s assistance, the pair cleaned the room with amazing speed. They carefully folded the linens, sorted the documents, and tidied up the floor, ensuring that everything was immaculately prepared for its occupant’s return.

"Now only the ceiling needs to be swept," Lucian said, looking upward.

"My hands can’t reach up there, Your Highness," the maid admitted.

"Why don’t we get a ladder instead?" the maid suggested, quickly moving toward an alcove tucked away behind the bed.

"Actually there’s no ladder or a stool." The maid apologized, "I will be right back, Prince Lucian," and hurried out of the room to grab a stool or a ladder.

But Lucian couldn’t let her find a ladder if he wanted to succeed in his plan, so he went after her, and before she stepped out of the room, he slammed the door shut, trapping her inside.

"Your Highness, what is the matter?" She stumbled to say. She stumbled backwards, knocking a crystal bowl off a table and onto the ground with a clatter.

"I’ll hold you up while you clean the ceiling," Lucian replied, placing a finger on his lips and grinning mischievously.

He approached the maid, grabbing her by her waist. She gasped in surprise, her face turning a rosy red. "Your Highness, I don’t think we can-"

Lucian lifted her up easily.

Although the maid was not petite and light, he easily held her, her feet dangling a couple of inches off the floor. He instructed. "If you could dust off the top, we could be finished that much faster."

"But Your Highness, I’m too heavy for you to carry," the maid whimpered. She thrashed in his arms, trying to escape, but Lucian didn’t relent.

"Don’t worry," he replied, "you’re light as a feather."

’And your p*ssy’s smelling nice’ Lucian thought, taking a sniff.

Holding her up with ease, Lucian began moving in rhythm, pretending to push and pull the maid up and down while in fact she was only few inches off the ground.

His hands was pressed against her wrinkled buttocks, and he could feel his cheeks moistened with her secretions.

He had let her thighs grind against his face, feeling his erection becoming stiffer.