Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 673: True Calling

”Haaah…” I sighed with a great sense of fulfillment swelling in my heart. ”All this soul collecting, Astral Conquest, leveling up, Devil business… It all feels secondary. My one true calling in life is disciplining bratty women.”

*Schluck!* *Schluuurp!*

Slutty slurping sounded from between my legs as Kitsara was busy suckling on my shaft as if it were the tastiest lollipop sheʼd ever encountered.

Itʼs been a little over ~18 hours since we got started, and by now, I feel weʼve more than made up. Any previous grievances have been forgotten. She was no longer spouting nonsense about pegging me, and I no longer felt anything but appreciation for this amazing woman of mine. Her resilience was second only to her natural beauty.

Kitsaraʼs utterly ruined makeup smeared across her face due to all the sweat and tears sheʼd worked up over the past dayʼs straining exercising only made her gorgeous features be highlighted in my eyes.

Ronan knew I was no sadistic barbarian, so he made sure there was a giant, lush harem bed even in the dungeon, allowing me to involve my good girls in the action once Kitsara saw the error of her ways. At the end of the day, I was a true gentleman at heart who enjoyed embracing his girls with pure love, not restricting them to bondage devices. Where was the romance in that?

”Thatʼs right, good job! Use your throat to grip onto him and donʼt let go, no matter what!” Lucille cheered Kitsara on from the sidelines, instructing the rookie on how to best service me.

I sat comfortably on the edge of the massive harem bed, enjoying the company of my gorgeous women. To my left, Lucille lay on her stomach with her head propped up on her elbows as she kicked her legs playfully in the air.

A devilish smirk adorned her lips, having far too much fun observing a beyond-exhausted Kitsaraʼs actions. Though, to be fair, part of the reason behind her joyous mood could be better explained by the past few hours we spent embracing each other, as well as the fact my left hand was busy petting her beautiful caramel hair.

Mirroring her position on my right was Seraphiel, similarly sprawled on her stomach. Instead of stroking her lush blonde hair, I massaged her spine, knowing she mightʼve ended up a bit exhausted. Unlike the sturdy Berserker, however, she wasnʼt quite as present. A perpetual, silly giggle left her lips every now and then, evidence of how far gone she was.

Behind me, Blossom knelt. She was leaving loving kisses along my head and neck as her delicate hands massaged my shoulders with all the devotion of a girl who found ultimate joy in serving her master. She, too, giggled lightly between each kiss, sounding utterly high on pure happiness hormones.

In my lap sat Aurora, taking full advantage of the unique opportunity she was presented with—namely Kitsara between my legs who offered no resistance whatsoever when the plump alchemistʼs hands gripped the foxkinʼs head, guiding her up and down my length. Aurora seemed to be entirely lost in the thrill of experiencing my perspective for once. Every time Kitsaraʼs lips kissed my base, Aurora stroked the back of her fox ears while letting her know how good of a girl she was.

As for the fox herself… she had long since surrendered to pleasure. Lucilleʼs guiding words barely registered in her mushy brain; she wasnʼt listening, wasnʼt thinking—she was merely existing in the blissful rhythm dictated by Auroraʼs rapidly changing mood as she experimented on her test subject. Sometimes, she made Kitsara make slow, sensual motions of her head, other times, she reminded me a bit of Japanese WW2 war criminal scientist experimenting on their Chinese subjugated people.

I wouldʼve ceased her experimenting if not for Kitsaraʼs sensual moans whenever Aurora turned the gears up.

The last of my women—save for Jasmine who wasnʼt present—Ayame, lay on her side a little farther away, she was busy spooning against a large pillow. Her thighs trembled without pause as her flooded kitten twitched uncontrollably. Ayame has been an incredibly good girl in recent times, so I mightʼve pampered her a bit too eagerly, truth be told.

Quite frankly, the girls have worked me very hard this time around. If not for my 90 Vitality, I wouldʼve been eaten alive by them. Once again, I have to say my thanks to the past Quinlan who decided he would not become a glass cannon mage…

Anyhow. Knowing we had a few more hours until the time came to go to war, and that it was within the acceptable time window, I elected to give Felicity a call. To that end, I brought my communication artifact out of my ring, attached her crystal to it, and imbued my mana, establishing a line between the two of us.

It didnʼt take more than a few seconds for her to pick up. Her excited voice sounded as she asked, ”Is that you, Lord Black?”

During the first two times when I called the princess, she introduced herself prim and proper, but now that it was our third time speaking, she seemed to be hoping it would be me. I imagined she only got calls from her tutors or perhaps some aristocratic children who tried to weasel their way into her graces.

As she didnʼt have my communication crystal, she couldnʼt tell it was me who called.

”Indeed, it is I, Princess.”

Lucille sighed, giving me a stinky side-eye glance.

she mused right into my mind, letting me know she wasnʼt convinced. However, when she felt I remove my hand from her head, she quickly moved both arms to grip me, forcing my hand to resume her scalp massage, silently telling me she wasnʼt mad about it. My berserker merely noted her keen observation.

”Yay!” Felicity cheered, happy to hear it was indeed I who called.

”Why… Did you pick it up?”