Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

The Alphard drew to a measured halt on a stretch of road so hushed it bordered on derelict. Aurora Imperial City, the incandescent economic core of the Celestial Empire, had slipped away minutes earlier.

Its thicket of glass spires, blaring billboards, and labyrinthine overpasses now existed only in the rearview mirror

Officially it belonged to the Crown District but in every way that counted, it served as a border:

A quiet boundary separating ordinary people from the old nobles, political dynasties, billionaires, and imperial bloodlines who lived beyond it.

The real elites of the Empire.

’Or more accurately, the ones who owns the elite, the estates, and the people who keeps everything running.’

Mick climbed out and opened the rear door. "I’ll pick you up tomorrow for the gym session."

Park stepped onto the pavement and gave him a lazy nod.

The memories settling in his head confirmed this was how the old Park had handled things for the past few days. The agency car dropped him outside an ordinary apartment compound before leaving. Everything after that stayed hidden.

He had kept the same arrangement for years whenever he wasn’t using one of the family cars.

Park walked toward the tall apartment gates while Mick got back into the Alphard. After the van pulled away he waited until its taillights disappeared down the highway, then stopped just before the intercom and leaned against the outer wall with a sigh.

He had no intention of breaking the cover the old Park had kept up for years.

Being the Prime Minister’s secret son actually sounded fine. Quiet life with no reporters, desperate producers fawning once they learned his surname.

’And more importantly no fake friends claiming brotherhood the second they see the family crest.’

It was peaceful and useful too.

The entertainment world could meet Park on his own terms.

’The Bennett name can stay hidden in the background like a hidden card.’

Less than a minute later, two dark graphite Mercedes-Maybach S680 Guards rolled silently to a stop beside him.

Park smiled; there they were.

Small Bennett flags sat on the front corners of both cars, shifting lightly under the road lamps.

Where normal plates should have been, polished Bennett crests gleamed in the dark.

The doors opened and three men stepped out of the first Maybach, bowing in perfect unison. A moment later the driver’s door of the second car opened and a woman stepped out.

Sharp grey suit, black gloves, long legs and a straight posture.

Park’s first thought was simple.

’Stylish.’

His second was a lot less polite.

’Fuck.’

The memories had played him; they had shown him her face, her height, her cold expression, and the controlled authority she carried.

Somehow they had left out just how criminally, soul-arrestingly attractive she was in person.

"Quinn," Park called.

She approached and bowed. "Master Bennett. We have been waiting."

Park waved a hand as he walked toward her. "I told you to stop calling me that. ’Master Bennett’ makes me sound forty, bitter, and one divorce away from buying a yacht just to complain about taxes."

One of the male guards shifted. Quinn raised her head.

’Up close she’s even harder on my self-control.’

Tall and graceful, she carried the disciplined strength of someone who could fold a grown man into a suitcase without messing up her hair. Her frame was elegant, but the grey suit fit her like it had been cut to tease—nipped tight at a waist that made his hands itch to grab it, flaring over hips that promised real trouble, and stretching across a chest that left his mouth dry.

Those legs went on forever, wrapped in dark stockings that caught the light with every step. Every movement had the calm danger of a blade hidden in silk, but all Park could think about was how those legs would feel locked around his waist once he got her out of the suit, how wet she might get if he bent her over the hood of the Maybach and fucked her right there while the guards watched.

’Okay stop it, pervert.’

Most men would have found her intimidating.

Park found her devastating. Hot-blooded. succubus-ish attractive. She was indeed a woman who made a man want to drop to his knees, bury his face between her thighs, and ruin her until she forgot how to stand straight.

Naturally, the Prime Minister’s secret son hadn’t been built from weak material.

Even if Park had inherited nothing else from Alexander Bennett, he had taken the man’s height, broad shoulders, and raw physical presence. The old Park had never used any of it, not even against someone as harmless and useless as Mick.

But this was a different Park now.

A much more shameless one at that determined to court her or die trying.

Park stopped in front of Quinn; he took her gloved hand and pressed a slow kiss to the back of it.

He let his lips linger a second longer than necessary against the soft leather, then turned her hand slightly and brushed his thumb across her palm in a slow circle. Heat stirred low in his stomach at the faint trace of her perfume—sharp, expensive that made him picture pressing his face into her neck while he peeled those gloves off with his teeth and made her moan his name.

Quinn’s eyes flickered.

Not flustered though; Quinn didn’t look like the type who got flustered easily.

Yet surprised? Definitely.

’Gods, she is gorgeous.’

And the Marvelous Halo was already doing its work, thickening the air between them like warm honey. Park could feel it—subtle, pulling at her, an invisible hand sliding up her thigh and higher, making him wonder how quickly he could get that suit off and taste her.

"You look beautiful tonight," Park said, still holding her hand, his thumb brushing once across her knuckles in a way that felt far too intimate for a simple greeting. "Commanding too. Very fiery."

Exactly his weakness.

Such women like her who looked like they could destroy his life just by standing straight had always had an unfair edge on him.

The System had called him a shameless pervert.

For once it had undersold it—because right now he wanted to do a lot more than flirt. He wanted to push that perfect posture against the nearest wall, push her skirt up those long legs, drop to his knees, and find out how much control she really had when his tongue was buried between her thighs and she was coming on his mouth.

’Stop it!’ Lies.

Quinn studied him quietly.

The Park she knew had never spoken to her like this. Had never touched her so casually and certainly never kissed her hand while smiling like he had just found a new game to play.

Something small shifted behind her eyes.

Interest. Faint, but there.

The Marvelous Halo was already working.

So was its curse...

Park could practically feel the three men behind him staring holes into his back. Dislike. Jealousy. Suspicion.

’The usual package.’

He couldn’t have cared less. Whether he flirted with Quinn or stood there counting cracks in the pavement, men would find a reason to hate him anyway.

He might as well enjoy the reaction that actually entertained and benefited his no-so-far endeavors to get Quinn.

’Yes, she’s going to be mine, somehow, I DON’T know how but she will.’

Besides, what were they going to do? He was basically their young master. And if he wanted to bend their boss’s favorite guard over the backseat and fuck her senseless on the way home, that was his business.

Park released her hand and stepped back, though not before letting his gaze drag slowly down the elegant line of her body and back up, taking in the way the suit hugged every curve. He didn’t bother hiding the heat in his eyes.

"If you would," he said, his voice a little rougher, "I would like a very, very large rest."

Quinn recovered at once and opened the rear door. "Certainly."

The other guards hurried back to the first Maybach as Park climbed into the second. He sank into the rear seat. The leather swallowed him and the cabin cut off the outside world.

Park closed his eyes for half a second.

"Fuck," he murmured. "A Maybach really is built different."

The vehicle moved off with almost no sound. Smooth. Fast. Careful enough that the road felt like it was gliding beneath them instead of touching the tires. Ahead, the expressway continued toward the real Crown District, where the lights softened, the roads were cleaner, and an entirely different world waited past the next checkpoint.

A world of old blood, old money, political monsters, and noble families with perfect lawns, private scandals, and about as much accountability as a weather report.

Somewhere inside it, his new family was waiting. And somewhere inside it, Park’s second life was finally starting—hot-blooded, shameless, and full of far too many temptations like the woman sitting just out of reach in the front seat.

’The kind of temptation I fully intend to act on the first chance I got.’