Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Hahaha!" Seraphiel couldn't help but clutch at her stomach while laughing at her outrageous statement before she straightened her spine and began enlightening her of the truth. "First of all, you correcting your curse words at the last moment doesn't mean we can't hear them. Second, you have been engaged to another man ever since meeting him. That might not be a dealbreaker evidenced by Lucille's presence in the harem, but you would've had to break the deal off before going anywhere with him. Would your papa approve? What about Cedric and his mama? Third, even if all stars aligned, he never would've fallen for you. As soon as you showed your true colors he would've jumped out of his skin and chided his male member for nearly ruining his life because he almost forgot to look what's beneath the plush mounds and tantalizing curves."

"You're delusional." Selene growled.

"No, she's not. Also, Seraphiel, I can't help but notice that you're starting to know him real well." Ayame murmured with a strange edge in her tone.

"He had been my owner, combat team leader, and suitor for a while now, after all." The long-eared beauty nodded alongside her matter-of-factly answer.

"Oh, that reminds me, I've been meaning to ask." Lucille began in a lighter tone while aiming her axe at the next two shell-shocked guards thrown over the gate. "How is he doing in earning your favor?"

The woman giggled while leaning down to examine the wounds of the newcomers before casting a few spells, after which Abudha came and dragged them to the pit, but not before restraining them. "Honestly he already earned it. In the first place, no elven maiden in their right mind would ever say no to having a primordial lover who owns a Geim and is the son of Luminara at that. He is like the perfect young and handsome prince. But even beyond that, I like him as a person a lot. I never would've ever thought that I would have so much fun with my husband-to-be, we're clicking very well. It's just that I love being courted so I've been acting coy with him. It makes me feel warm in my chest. I'm always eager to see his next attempts." She revealed with a satisfied smile.

"Someone please explain to me how this creature has a nicer personality than me. If Quinlan finds her insides beautiful then so would he find me if we weren't hostile ever since our first meeting because someone had to bark at him in the weapon shop." Selene refused to admit defeat as a woman. She sent a death glare at Cedric while she referenced how they met months ago at the Braedon shop where the two men promised each other that they would settle their differences in the competition.

Now that she thought about it, why did she draw the short end of the stick and not Cedric when it was he who started it all?! She didn't even want to visit that run-down shop in the first place! Everything would've been so different if they hadn't met there…

"Lord Quinlan or Master Quinlan." Lyra informed the woman of the correct titles to be used for the man. The pink-haired tanker looked like an adorable puppy whose master was badmouthed so she felt an irresistible urge to start barking with bared fangs. As a woman born into slavery, she'd never had such a good time as she did in her new home, so she felt rather protective of the master, not only in a physical form as in her being ready to tank any damage that might hurt him, but she also wanted to protect him in every regard, that being defending his honor in this case.

"… Sure. So, can anyone wisen me up?" Selene was very clearly unable to accept reality. During her initial torture session, she was looked down upon mockingly by Seraphiel so she developed a rather strong womanly rivalry with her. Enjoy new chapters from empiren/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It was Aurora who spoke up this time. Now that Quinlan was not here, there was no reason for her to play the daddy's adorable little pampered princess role, so she didn't hold back. "Because you're a hopeless hedonist and a woman who is pure evil. While it's true that he has no innate issues with an evil lover, you executing everyone in your alliance back in the first round had sealed the deal for your chances with him.

Seraphiel is just acting smugly and joking around with him, that's her nature and there's nothing wrong with that. Quinlan likes it when differing personalities surround him, it makes his days more fun. What separates you two is that you believe that the result justifies the means no matter what. Seraphiel is just a fun woman with a sense of humor and a prankster, a bit like Vex, though thankfully not such a mental case as that loose cannon of a woman. There are many things Seraphiel wouldn't do, and we can trust her to have our back when push comes to shove. The same could never be said about you, even if you were never our enemy in the past, it would still hold true."

"I knew this bitch was always acting like a dumb little girl to have him pamper her!" Ayame was still mad about what went down in the bedroom during Quinlan's rewarding session, namely Aurora aiming his penis to shoot her in the face with the large bucketful of sperm that erupted from his reserves.

"Of course she was, you didn't know?" Lucille asked surprisedly. Aurora often acted maturely when it was just the two of them. At first, she tried to have Lucille play the 'mommy' role, but when she realized that it would be too weird she stopped. Their threesomes would've been way too strange for her liking when 'daddy' started plowing 'mommy' right after he was done with the daughter.

"I've been acting kinda dumb in Ayame's presence, I feared that she would tell Quinlan." The plump alchemist revealed.

"What makes you think I won't tell him now?"

"Now that it has become personal for you, you going to Quinlan would be like going to the teacher to snitch on the bully who harassed you instead of dealing with her yourself. That's just not you."

"Urgh!" Ayame grunted while stomping her feet on the ground, just before the next batch of future foot soldiers of the Ascendants arrived.

Just as so, the ladies continued their conversations with an amount of cursing they wouldn't want their lover/master/future lover to overhear, not at all.

Meanwhile, Quinlan was about to turn the heat up for the Wraithclaws' upper management with a move they could never expect even in their worst dreams.