Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 945: Time to Have Glorious Sex!

Seraphiels eyes widened. She wasnt alone. They struggled to realize the implications of that news for a bit... Meeting the first elf and the primordial human Mearie? It sounded like a bad prank, but one look at Quinlans confident eyes told them he wasnt spinning a joke right now.

For the next hour or so, the courtyard buzzed with warmth and chatter, the kind only a tightly knit family could produce.

With the introductions wrapped up and Feng and Serika officially welcomed into the fold, the group relaxed in a way that hadnt been possible in quite a while. Old bonds were reaffirmed. New ones were forged. Laughter, teases, and affectionate jabs were exchanged freely.

It was the kind of gathering Jasmine would have loved to be part ofand would be, one day soon.

But then a shift in the atmosphere occurred.

Kitsara, lounging on the stone railing with her fox tails lazily swishing behind her butt, began suggestively rubbing her smooth thighs together. Her needy eyes sparkled with nothing but desire.

"Mmm, Quin~" she cooed, voice sweet as sin. "Could we, perhaps, speak in private for a little while? Just the two of us... Just five minutes is enough..."

Quinlan released a deep laugh in response, running a hand through his hair. "Youve been holding back for far too long, hmm, my Slutty Fox?"

"Dont call me that! I just..."

He cracked his neck and grinned, ignoring her weak protest entirely. "About time we celebrated properly."

Before he could follow through, however, Blossom bounded forward with her ears perked and tail swaying. "Master! Wait! Blossom has been planning something for this occasion!"

"Oh?" Quinlan raised a brow, amused.

"But Blossom needs to be teleported to a big city, with funds! She wants to make this moment special, you know? A big surprise for Master!"

Lucille immediately stepped forward, her tone velvety smooth as she pressed her plush body to Quinlans side. "I agree wholeheartedly. A celebration for such an important occasion should be more than just sweat and fluids... it should have class, flair, and presentation. We should make it memorable."

Aurora perked up beside them, adjusting her spectacles as her eyes glimmered. "Lets do it!"

One by one, the other girls chimed in, nodding, giggling, or clapping with excitement. It seemed a joint conspiracy had suddenly formed, and Quinlan was the target.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I get it. This is clearly out of my hands now."

With a wave of his fingers, golden light formed a shimmering archway.

"Here." He handed the ladies a heavy pouch of coins, then winked. "Go nuts."

"Valorian?" Seraphiel asked, already preparing her slave collar, the leash of which she handed to Vex.

"Valorian," Quinlan confirmed.

With that, he activated the [Warp Gate], sending the girls through one by one to the grand capital of the nation. Shopping, spellcraft, scandalous surprises... they were going to make the celebration something worth remembering. ṝÀɴɵᛒЕS̩

Once the light faded, only four remained.

Iris. Lyra. Feng. Serika.

Quinlan turned to the two girls hed known the longest out of the four.

"How have you been holding up?"

Lyra straightened, placing her palm on her armored chest. "Weve been hunting monsters every day since you left, my Lord! I trained hard. Learned a lot. I hope... I hope I didnt fall behind. I hope I can make you proud."

Quinlan smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Of course you didnt fall behind. Im proud of you, Lyra. Always."

The pink-haired knight flushed and lowered her head, her chest swelling with pride.

Next came Iris.

The thorny one.

Quinlan arched a brow at her. "And you? Got nothing to say? No complaints about Ayame being the most infuriating soul youve ever had the misfortune of having to interact with? No feelings about working in a proper team instead of running solo?"

Iris froze where she stood, her back to him. Slowly, she turned her head with an icy glare and locked eyes with his smug grin. Her jaw tightened, her eyes twitching.

Then she turned away with a quiet "tch," stomping off toward Rosies fairytale tree.

"The oriental midget is as infuriating as ever," she muttered, audible despite her low tone. "But... as long as she doesnt talk to me, I can tolerate it, I suppose."

She reached the base of Rosies enormous blooming tree, sat down cross-legged against its wide trunk, and leaned back with a quiet sigh. "And as for working in a group... its not horrible."

She closed her eyes.

Not a second more passed before the sharp-tongued warrioress was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling gently beneath the dappled shade.

Next, he turned his attention toward the black-haired teenage girl.

Feng had just begun to turn away with a theatrical sigh, waving one hand over her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Youre about to have steamy reunion sex with your gorgeous wives. Ill go find myself a quiet spot to-"

She was cut off by a firm hand settling on her shoulder.

She blinked, surprised.

The weight of Quinlans palm didnt let her leave.

Slowly, she turned back around and looked up at him, at the tall, impossibly broad-shouldered man who had become the center of her world far more than shed ever meant for him to.

"Quin...?" she asked softly, uncertain.

He didnt speak immediately.

He just looked down at her, his gaze no longer teasing, no longer distracted. For once, it was fully serious. Quiet. Focused. Measured.

"Ive been rude to you, Feng Jiai."

Feng stiffened. That wasnt what she expected him to say at all.

He continued before she could react.

"I called you an insufferable, squeaky brat more times than I remember. Treated you like a loud little sidekick. I dont think theres anything inherently wrong with that, as you are one hell of a brat for certain, but... I never properly acknowledged what I already knew. That you harbor feelings for me."

She opened her mouth, then promptly closed it, lips trembling.

A red flush bloomed across her cheeks, creeping up to the tips of her ears as her eyes widened with startled innocence. Her breath caught in her throat, fingers twitching at her sides like she didnt know what to do with them.

She looked like a deer caught in sunlight: wide-eyed, breathless.

Next, Feng stared up at him, eyes shimmering now. Not with tears, but with something softer. Hope. Vulnerability. Something far more delicate than her usual bratty fire.

And for once, the sharp-tongued girl didnt snap back, didnt deflect with sarcasm or wit.

She just stood there, biting her lip, heart thundering, waiting. "Yes...?"