The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 625- Enjoying Melissa & Boulevard’s Arrival

A look of annoyance crossed Karl’s features upon witnessing this.

"Working again? Blast it all... Has she forgotten she’s married?" he grumbled.

He stumbled towards a cabinet, fumbling through its drawers with a great deal of noise as he muttered to himself.

What was he up to?

He was, naturally, searching… searching for any loose cash lying about.

Suddenly, his eyes sparkled with delight.

"It's fortunate she isn't here. Should I head to that place again?"

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Sunlight from the morning, high and arched, poured through the windows of Reinhardt’s personal office, bathing the polished oak floor in a golden glow.

Seated in his imposing high-backed chair, Reinhardt wore a subtle frown upon his handsome visage. Numerous letters were clutched in his hand.

Their origins? None other than the commanders of the Seven Great Knight Orders.

These communiques detailed troop readiness, the state of their provisions, and any reports of demonic incursions across the various frontiers.

Each piece of parchment felt heavy, a stark reminder of the impending conflict with the demon race.

As he perused the dispatches, a question formed in Reinhardt’s mind: Were their efforts, though exhaustive, truly sufficient?

It was at this precise moment that the door to his office swung open, unannounced, and Melissa made her entrance. She carried a tray bearing a steaming cup of black tea, his customary morning refreshment.

As perceptive and sharp as ever, she immediately detected the somber expression clouding his face.

"My Lord, you've been staring at those documents for over an hour with a frown. Is the news troubling?"

She placed the tray on the edge of his desk and then positioned herself beside him, her hip gently brushing against the armrest of his chair.

With a sigh, Reinhardt leaned back, setting the letters aside.

"It's the typical pre-war turmoil. Supply chain issues, insufficient resources, and petty disagreements among the commanders. Nothing… unexpected. Nothing we cannot overcome."

Despite his attempt to downplay the situation, the looming war against the demons was undeniably a grave concern.

As the individual responsible for rallying humanity to oppose the demons anew, the pressure rested squarely upon his shoulders.

Melissa did not retreat. Instead, she moved closer, her perfume, a delicate floral scent with an alluring undertone, drifting towards him.

"Truly? Is there nothing I can do to assist you?" Her gaze held a knowing, intimate spark as she spoke.

Reinhardt observed Melissa. She was clad in her usual assistant’s attire: a fitted jacket over a blouse, paired with a miniskirt that subtly accentuated her figure.

However, today, her jacket remained unbuttoned, revealing the alluring plunge of her cleavage where the blouse descended. The skirt seemed shorter, or perhaps her posture drew the eye to her smooth, shapely thighs visible beneath it.

She projected an aura of allure as potent as ever.

For the two of them, such casual intimacy and fleeting, suggestive glimpses had become commonplace. It was a regular occurrence within this office.

In other words, it was entirely normal.

"Melissa," Reinhardt felt the caress of her thighs and the soft press of her buttocks as she moved before him. Her hand, warm and supple, settled onto his shoulder.

"You carry the weight of the world within you," she whispered alluringly into his ear.

"Allow me to share some of that burden."

Her touch was like a gentle caress, yet the tender and sensual way she held him sent a palpable shiver down his spine.

He shook his head, a faint smile gracing his lips despite his agitated state. "It’s not your responsibility."

"But ensuring your happiness is my delight," Melissa retorted. Her other hand joined the first, now softly stroking his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his formal shirt.

"And I can clearly see you are not happy. Your thoughts are elsewhere. Let me… bring them back."

Her fingertips trailed lower, tracing the enigmatic outline of his belt buckle.

Reinhardt felt it, the stirrings between his legs beginning to respond to Melissa’s enticements.

With each touch and caress, the reports, the strategic assessments, all of it began to recede, leaving only Melissa in his presence.

She was an irresistible, captivating force, much like a magnet.

By this point, a noticeable bulge had begun to form beneath the fabric of his trousers.

Melissa offered a smile, a look of quiet triumph gracing her features.

"Truly, is there nothing I can do?"

As she posed the question, she pressed her chest mere inches from his face. Nevertheless, Reinhardt could still discern the sweet, milky fragrance emanating from those twin peaks.

And then, for a fleeting instant, he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the deep pink hue of her areolas.

Naturally, the sight and scent were but a momentary experience. Yet, it sent a jolt of electrifying sensation through his body.

Then, with a measured, unhurried motion, Melissa lowered herself beside his chair. Her eyes met his, filled with an unspoken promise.

Her hands found his trousers. She located the zipper and, with a soft, metallic whisper, drew it downwards.

Reinhardt’s arousal became evident, and its considerable size caused Melissa's cheeks to flush.