Ch. 16

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"wait... WHAT!?" ranboo yelled in confusion, his dual eyes widened and his mouth agape. he stands up and went to wilbur, holding his shoulders and asked him a question.

"are you really...?" he asked for confirmation.

wilbur smile and nodded. "yes, I am going to give you my position."

ranboo take a step back and still looked at wilbur in disbelief. wilbur chuckled at the enderman reaction.

"I expected that reaction from you," he said while closing his eyes, the burdens on his shoulder lighten a bit.

"of course I would be shocked! i-i thought it would be tubbo or fundy that will replace you. I never expected it was me that you're choosing for!" the dual eyes teenager said in disbelief. he slowly sits on the couch, having time to calm himself.

"tubbo is seventeen years, not even reached eighteen years old plus he's unselfish meanwhile my son, fundy still naive and stubborn so I can't pass my position to him. the only candidate I can choose is you." wilbur explained. ranboo just sat there and listening to him.

"though you told everyone your age is sixteen years old, I'm sure endermans can live longer than humans and I knew you're older than me. you always help me to solve this country's problems so I trust you to manage this country. plus, I knew you wanted to take over this country so why not giving it to you." wilbur continued while ranboo's breathes become halted when he heard the word 'age'.

he sighed in defeat. "so, I guess you're the only one who knew about my age, right?" ranboo asked. wilbur nodded his head.

"fine, my real age is 1673 years old. that's fucking old." ranboo groaned in embarrassment. he is rubbing his face, red colour appears at the tip of his ears.

wilbur chuckled, "yeah, you're the oldest person I ever met. older than philza himself." he said.

when he uttered his father's name, his heart clenched in pain. a sad glimmer flashed in his brown eyes.

then, ranboo asked him a question.

"where are you going after I took your position?" ranboo asked curiously.

wilbur closed his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

"DreamSMP. I need to find my son."

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dream come in the evening, serious expression showed on his face, not so handsome face and unconsciously attracted many women and men for no reason.

the king who waiting for him greeted him at his long dinner table, even the author can't see the person at the end of the table.

he told george the information he got from l'manberg's citizens.

george only nodded and said he would deal with it.

"do you know that fox hybrid had taken a liking for you?" george asked out of a sudden.

dream raised his eyebrows and then he nodded.

"yeah, I know at the first sight. I saw it clearly with my own eyes." dream told him, he then asked the maid who walking by for tea.

"so you just ignore it?" george asked again. he is sipping his tea, sighed in pleasure. then the maid walked in with a cup of tea on the tray.

"who knows? he's not my type." dream said, take the tea from the maid's hand. the maid bowed and walked out from the dining hall.

"oh, what's your type then?" george asked with a naughty tone in it. dream smirked at his question.

"my lovely king... my type is unique..." dream starts to flirt with his king, with lust and love in his eyes.

"then tell me... what is it..?" george purred and lean-to towards dream more closely.

dream then wrapped his hands around george's neck. "I like colourblind people, my king. they're would make me turned on." dream flirted while licking george's ear.

"oh... you naughty cat, let this king to pleasure in the bed, this king bet he would able to make you scream in pleasure," george whispered with his husky voice and patted dream's ass.

"then this slave gladly accepted it." dream whispered back and bit the king's ear.

the couple making out in the dining hall for ten minutes before george carried dream in bridal style to his bedroom.

that night, all you can hear are slapping, creaking sounds, groaning, moaning and screaming from the bedroom.

of course, all those moans and screaming belong to dream.

even the author was shocked that she would write dream as a bottom.

by the way, 'f' in the comment for dream's ass tomorrow.

see ya.

I feel motivated and decide to write. hope you like it.

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