Tamamo just delivered the quarterly reports on our magical resource allocation. Hora, hora. Watching her shuffle these parchments is almost as amusing as watching her try to hide her kitsune instincts around me. She thinks I don't notice how her tail twitches when I'm not looking.

These numbers are a mess. The border garrisons are underfed, the enchantment reserves are lower than they should be, and half the infrastructure repairs are stalled. It's all I can do not to throw these scrolls into the fireplace and spend the night burying my cock in her ass just to feel something other than this crushing responsibility.

My mother left me a kingdom to manage. I'm trying to honor that, trying to build something sustainable. But some nights, the weight of it all makes my cunt ache with frustration. Leadership is a cold, lonely fuck.

I need a distraction. Anyone have suggestions for how a Monster Lord should unwind when the bureaucracy gets too thick?