Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World

As the clock ticked away, four hours slipped by, and the company town of the Axelsen & Nielsen Corporation was slowly cloaked in the embrace of nightfall. Poul found himself drawn to the window, peering out at the city streets below as the soft glow of streetlights began to cast their illumination.

The scene before him held a quiet familiarity, the gentle hum of life winding down for the day. Factories stood stoically, their windows twinkling with scattered lights. A few solitary figures made their way through the dimly lit streets, creating fleeting silhouettes against the backdrop of darkness.

In this moment of quiet observation, Poul found solace. It was a brief respite from the demands of the day. The meeting with the Ambassador of Saudi Arabia to the United States of Avalonia, visiting the military headquarters of their private military company with Sara, and then there were the endless stacks of paperwork, the ceaseless flow of documents that demanded his attention. It was a monotonous task, a necessary evil that threatened to consume his every waking moment. As he glanced at the clock, the hands slowly ticking away, he couldn't help but feel the burden of tomorrow's workload looming over him.

The night outside appeared serene, casting a stark contrast against the constant whirlwind of Poul's role as CEO. Despite the semblance of calm, a deep yearning for respite gripped his heart. He longed for a fleeting moment to step away from the relentless cycle of obligations that accompanied his position. An overwhelming desire urged him to escape the confinements of his responsibilities, to break free from the suffocating routine that governed his days, and immerse himself in a world untouched by the weighty burdens of deadlines and memos.

At this point, he contemplated the possibility of an early retirement, despite being only twenty-nine years old according to the fabricated birthdate he had assumed upon transmigrating into this world. While it may seem premature to others, Poul felt a profound sense of weariness, as if he had lived a lifetime within the corporate confines. For him, age was but a number and the yearning for freedom and fulfillment knew no bounds.

He imagined himself spending the rest of his life with the love of his life, Sara, creating a family together and nurturing their future children—a vision of a simple yet profound life. However, he knew that such dreams would have to wait. Not in the next year or even the next decade, for the looming threat of King Alexander still cast a shadow over their aspirations. The recent incursion in the Middle East served as a stark reminder of Alexander's power and the unrest he fomented. As long as Alexander remained alive, Poul understood that he could not find true rest or peace.

As he was engrossed in his thoughts, a knock on the door interrupted Poul's contemplation, pulling him back into the present moment. He turned his attention towards the door, curious about the unexpected visitor at this hour. With a hint of reluctance, he left the window and approached the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Sara.

"Good evening, Poul," Sara said sweetly before walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace.

Poul stood still, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Isn't your shift ending in another hour?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise.

Sara nodded a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "It was, but I completed my tasks ahead of schedule. Why the somber tone? Are you perhaps not happy to see me?"

"What? No, that's impossible. Why would I feel that way? I just didn't expect you to come home this early," Poul said, dismissing her worries.

Sara heaved a sigh of relief. "That's reassuring…Well, do you remember our promise?"

Poul recalled their agreement earlier, his eyes widening. "Oh…do you want to continue where we left off?"

Upon saying that, Sara tipped her toes forward, landing a passionate kiss on Poul's lips.

Poul, taken aback by the sudden advance of Sara, reciprocated her kiss with equal fervor. Their lips moved in sync, their bodies pressed against each other as if trying to bridge the gap between their souls. At that moment, the weight of their responsibilities, and the worries of the world outside, all faded into insignificance. There was only the intensity of their connection, the raw and undeniable love they shared.

As their kiss deepened, Poul's hand trailed down Sara's back, feeling the warmth of her skin and the familiar contours of her body. The passion between them grew, fueled by the deep longing they had suppressed for far too long.

With an unspoken understanding, they broke away from the kiss, with Poul scooping her up Sara into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He lay her down on the sheets before he took his clothes off. Sara did the same, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding off her skirt. Poul's gaze never left her as she stood before him, clad only in her undergarments. His eyes roamed her body, drinking in every inch of her with unbridled desire.

Without a word, Poul climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over Sara's. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips moving hungrily against hers as his fingers reached to her inner thighs. There, he felt a viscous fluid leaking out from her, a wet and sticky substance that covered her groin.

"You're so wet now," Poul remarked, inserting his fingers, causing Sara to moan out loud.

He slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her, his eyes fixated on her face. A deep flush was growing on her cheeks, her breathing growing heavier with every movement.

"I want you now," Sara pleaded breathily.

"I know," Poul replied, positioning his member at her entrance. "I want it too."

With a single thrust, Poul pushed himself deep inside of Sara. The sensation of her warmth enveloping him was the most intense feeling he had experienced in a long time. This was his first time, in this world and from his previous world.

"Sara, Sara…" he called out as he thrust himself deeper into her. Sara's legs moved to wrap around his waist as if locking in place.

Sara's moans of pleasure grew louder, triggering Poul to move faster and faster. He felt himself nearing the edge, his body tensing up as the tension built.

He leaned down to kiss her, entwining their lips with an open-mouthed kiss. While their tongues fought for dominance, Poul pushed himself to finish.

"Sara, I…" Poul said, his body convulsing as he released a torrent of fluids inside of her.

The heat of his semen caused Sara to lose her control as she cried out in ecstasy.

Their bodies were on the verge of collapsing from excess heat, but Poul still managed to muster up his strength. He rolled off her and lay by her side, his hands slowly stroking her body. They breathed in and out heavily, exhausted from their lovemaking.

"Thank you, my dear," Poul said. "Did I satisfy you?"

"More than ever, darling," Sara replied.