Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1033: Tainted Foxy

He launched sideways just as Veyne’s glaive came down where his chest had been. The blade sank two inches into stone before being wrenched free.

Wind howled around Quinlan’s body now, with his hair whipping, his limbs blurring.

"[Gale Rush]."

He blurred toward Daron with fists cocked back for a punch.

A flaming aura ignited around his arm as he slammed it forward.

"[Ignis Break]!"

The fire-infused strike collided with Daron’s spear haft, sending a shockwave through the arena. Sparks flew. Stone shattered. And Daron, to his credit, only slid a few feet before replanting his stance.

Quinlan had to admit, he was in trouble. ’So this is what they can do with preparation and teamwork...’

They moved like clockwork. Covering each other’s blind spots. Trading aggro. Using terrain.

Every time Quinlan tried to isolate one, the other two boxed him in.

He ducked another spinning chain and countered with a flaming backhand, forcing Teral back, but it was a bait because Veyne’s glaive came crashing down right after.

The arena trembled.

Quinlan rolled, steam trailing from his cloak.

"[Flame Cloak]."

He erupted upward in a swirl of fire, leaping over them. But even then, Daron hurled his spear, forcing Quinlan to twist mid-air to avoid it.

He landed in a crouch, and even then...

Too slow.

A boot crashed into his gut.

"Gh!"

He didn’t see who landed the hit.

It didn’t matter.

The force was monstrous.

Quinlan flew backward like a meteor with limbs splayed and flame trailing from his battered cloak.

He slammed into the arena wall with a bone-crunching crack, sending a spiderweb of stone fracturing out from the impact.

Right in front of the podium of his women.

Dust billowed.

The nobles gasped. Some cheered.

But Quinlan barely heard any of it through the ringing in his ears.

Because of all the places they could’ve sent him flying... this was no accident.

Right in front of this particular podium.

Right beneath them.

His women. His wives.

He felt it immediately.

The Vexmore sons had aimed the blow.

They hadn’t just wanted to knock him back. They wanted to humiliate him.

To throw him here as defeated trash, right before his loved ones. To make a statement.

’This is your man? This is the arrogant fool who dared challenge us alone?’

Blood spilled from his mouth in a thick stream, dripping down his chin. He spat a dark splatter against the stone, wiping his lips with the back of his glove as he stood up slowly, with every rib aching and breath shallow. 𐍂ÅŊo͍ᛒĘṦ

He didn’t have to look up.

He felt them all.

The silence from above was brief.

"There’s no shame in losing!" Jasmine’s voice rang out, full of desperation. Her hands clutched the edge of the rail, eyes full of emotion. She hated seeing the love of her life bleed. "You don’t have to win this! You’ve already proven enough! None of us will think less of you!"

Her words ached in his chest more than the kick did.

Aurora and Seraphiel were already in motion, leaning forward, whispering frantically to each other. The former’s expression had gone pale, lips thin as she clenched her staff.

"He’s hurt worse than he’s letting on..." Seraphiel muttered.

"That impact was heavy. I saw the way his spine folded... He might have fractured something..."

But Ayame was quiet.

So was Iris.

Both stood still. Observing.

Their eyes were locked not on Quinlan... but on the Vexmore sons, who were already repositioning, fanning out to press the advantage again.

"Teral’s probably around level 50," Ayame murmured. "Veyne’s around 55. Daron... maybe 57."

Iris had to agree. "They’ve clearly fought many times together before. This is not standard for noble children, they usually have one on one training with a master or teacher, as that tends to bring better individual results..."

They didn’t say the last part aloud.

But both thought the same thing.

’This is very bad. Especially since he can’t go all out...’

They knew.

This wasn’t a battle of power.

It was a game of masks.

Of appearances.

And Quinlan was still playing his role. The fiery, reckless hybrid who didn’t know his limits.

Blood dripped from his mouth as he forced his body to face the incoming assault.

Still, he responded to their words.

"I find your lack of faith... disturbing."

He almost laughed aloud at the thought, even as blood pooled between his teeth.

But truth be told, he couldn’t fault them. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew this time. Three nobles raised as elites, experienced in group tactics, in front of the entire capital... and he still couldn’t fight seriously without breaking his cover.

A few of the girls, Ayame, Lucille, and even Vex, rolled their eyes in sync.

Not this again.

He had a tendency to drop Earth references during the rare quiet nights, usually when stargazing or just rambling while half-asleep. This particular one had first come up when Ayame doubted he could satisfy so many women on a nightly basis.

She’d challenged his stamina.

He’d challenged her faith.

Still, now was not the time.

Or maybe it was.

Because just as he was trying to drag his bruised frame back upright... "Slutty Foxy! Now!" Blossom whispered.

The foxkin stood just behind the others with arms folded nervously over her chest. Her tail was limp behind her, not perky like usual, but still in what felt like pure guilt.

She looked like a girl who had accidentally broken the holy idol in a shrine and was now awaiting divine judgment.

"I..." she began, her voice barely above a squeak. "I’ve been... defiled..."

Silence fell around her.

Even the crowd’s cheering felt muted for a second.

"My poor little tail... It was touched.... By another man."

Everyone froze.

Serika blinked.

"Pardon?"

"For us, touching the tail is a very intimate act! Only our loved ones are allowed to! I—I can’t even look in a mirror anymore! I’m tainted!!"

"Pfft!" Aurora couldn’t help but burst into laughter, which she stifled instantly. The act was so obvious. The two beastkin had somehow had the time to conduct a team meeting of their own where they cooked something devious up.

"... Really?" Ayame deadpanned, harboring similar thoughts.

But there was one person who didn’t share their thoughts.

*BOOOOOMMMMM!*

Quinlan erupted.