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White Queen and Black Queen
This story is part of the Scepter of Manfred series. Reading them in order is recommended: https://lustcastles.blog/category/scepter-of-manfred/ **************************** Willian remembered it like it was yesterday. At the first library he ever worked in, back when he was still an intern, a well-dressed woman arrived carrying an enormous box. It contained a mix of literature, mystical books, and many, many chess books. While examining the donation, he did a quick online search and found out who the original owner was. “Hey…” said Willian. “All of this belonged to Victor Manfred?” “Victor Manfred was my great-uncle,” the woman replied. “We’re turning his old house into a restaurant. This stuff can’t stay there.…
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The Manfred Method
Have you ever imagined being able to make any woman desperate to sleep with you—just by saying a single phrase? My name is Eduardo Lemos, 35 years old. Accountant by weekday, divorced by weekend. I wake up every day at 6 a.m., drink black coffee while staring at my kitchen wall, and spend the rest of the day trying not to explode inside that cursed office where I work. The place is called “Premier Tax Solutions.” Go figure. My boss, Katarina, is 45. She dresses like she’s about to walk a runway every morning and talks to me like I’m a dog that peed on the wrong carpet. She’s stunning,…
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SweetLady Milk
Author’s note: This story is a continuation and has spoilers for this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/27/the-930-patient/ ***** Rosemary Diaz glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:26 a.m. At 35, the psychologist couldn’t stop thinking about her next patients, and the black coffee in her cup was an absolute necessity after a sleepless night filled with anxiety. This time, her coffee addiction came with a twist: a can of condensed milk. Whenever Rosemary got anxious, she craved sugar. That’s why she’d brought along a can—and her trusty can opener. A small hole on each side let the syrup flow freely, blending perfectly with the bitterness of the coffee in a sinful mix…
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Black Queen
Author’s note: This story is a continuation of this one, and contains spoilers for it: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/27/white-queen/ If you haven’t read it yet, I recommend reading it first and then reading here if you want. Also to avoid getting lost in this story. But if you want to read this one straight through and don’t mind spoilers, that’s fine, I think you’ll enjoy it too. ********************************************** The White Queen wouldn’t leave my mind. After the magic and the sex from the night before, I just couldn’t fall asleep. And when I finally did, I dreamed only of her. I spent the entire day at work remembering those blue eyes and that…
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Closing the Deal
In front of the mansion, a beautiful young blonde waved at the driver, signaling this was the right place. “This is it,” said Mr. Steve, a highly successful man in his early fifties. This was where the driver should drop him off. He stepped out of the car and walked toward the mansion’s entrance—only then realizing there were two blondes. The one who waved appeared to be in her forties, blue-eyed and stunning. She wore a stylish blue blazer, maintaining the formal air expected from a luxury real estate agent. The other, much younger, equally blonde and blue-eyed, was just as beautiful, but dressed in a gray suit. “Hello, Mr.…
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White Queen
How would I define myself? A warlock. I admit, I’m a mediocre one. I don’t create my own spells or magical artifacts. My specialty lies in researching those crafted by true warlocks. Researching spells and magical objects is my passion, and in that, I must say—I excel. Magic, at the level I practice it, isn’t something you can just Google. You have to dig through dusty shelves in used bookstores, know the worth of scribbled annotations in the margins, and, in some cases, uncover hidden treasures in antique shop attics. Luckily, it doesn’t cost me much. Most people are ignorant of magic and dismiss its value. They don’t realize what…
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Paradise Airlines
I’ve always been afraid of flying, and I needed to make this trip to Paris. Over twelve hours in the air. A close friend of mine said, “You’re a successful man. You don’t need to fly commercial. Travel with this executive jet company. The in-flight service is so exquisite you’ll forget you’re on a plane.” Following his advice, I decided to book with a company called Paradise Airlines. Surrounded by mystery, the company’s website revealed very little. No social media, no online reviews I could look into. The ticket was absurdly expensive—and mind you, my secretary usually gets me the best first-class seats. But I trusted my friend… and I’m…
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Five
They say money doesn’t bring happiness. Well, I have a lot—an obscene amount—and I’m not sad. The incredible stories I have, I’m not ashamed to say, are thanks to my incredible fortune. How should I begin telling this story? Maybe with John… One day, I got a call from John. How should I describe him…? He’s a friend, though not really what you’d call a friend, since I know almost nothing about his personal life. In truth, he’s a headhunter who works for me—but not exactly the kind you might be imagining… John is the guy who knows my taste in women, who knows I don’t have time and prefer…
