Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1172: Scary Intuition

Quinlan sported quite the wry expression for a moment when he noted how quickly his girls saw through him. It didn’t even take them more than a couple of seconds. He looked at Blossom for a moment, who only wagged her tail excitedly while having the most innocent expression on her face.

‘What kind of nose smells that?!’ Quinlan cried inwardly.

But it didn’t take him long to collect himself, after which he sent a glance to Feng.

the oriental teen growled, but a brief giggle still left her lips.

The same was true for his girls as well, not too shocked. They had an inkling things were heading in this direction ever since Black Fang began helping Quinlan as her sponsored Vesper Phenom, and then they learned that she was a tatted baddie with a crazed personality and was one of the strongest women alive…

It felt like the natural course of events to them.

Only Vex looked a bit troubled, wondering how it might feel to share a bed with the woman who has been her master and mother figure all this time.

The purple-eyed warrior turned her gaze toward Quinlan, unaware of the mental conversation going on.

But then she said something that surprised everyone present. “You’re talking with one another right now.”

As it so turned out, she was not one bit unaware.

“What do you mean?” Quinlan asked, taken aback.

Black Fang was happy to explain. “Back when I listened to the torture session conducted by the brown- and black-haired girls, you arrived at the end.”

Jasmine and Iris exchanged a look with one another.

“When you arrived, the black-haired one gave you a hug.”

“Huh?” Ayame gasped, and many heads snapped toward Iris. The woman refused to meet anyone’s gaze.

“I had a feeling you were communicating back then, due to numerous contextual clues. I thought I might be wrong. But now I feel the same. Vex’s shudder, the dogkin’s sudden tail wagging, unexpected smiles, head turns, and more. It all makes me think there’s a conversation going on I’m not privy to.”

Seeing Quinlan’s dumbfounded expression, the purple-eyed, dangerous beauty allowed herself a little smile. But she did not let him remain shocked for long. Instead, she said, “As for your offer, I accept.”

Quinlan exhaled slowly with his chest tightening. She hadn’t just pieced it together; she’d dissected the truth. ‘This woman is truly frightening!’ he thought.

And as if reading his mind, Black Fang’s lips curved into a darker smile, one that almost whispered, ‘I know.’

“What about my bath?”

She asked, not intending to wait until he got over the shock.

A flicker of genuine interest flashed in her expression.

“… Well, I’m ready if you are…” Quinlan muttered.

She gave a short nod. Quinlan smiled at the sight, not just because she accepted his offer, but also because of her attitude.

Earlier, back in the skies, she claimed she was nothing like the queen. That she wasn’t after knowledge by dissecting his body in a lab like Morgana. She wanted to experience his powers for herself, to feel them with her own body. That was her way of learning.

And, once again, she proved that she did not lie about it.

“Undress, then,” Quinlan said. He kept his voice even, but, naturally, he closed his eyes out of respect.

A short pause came, only interrupted by the ruffles of some tattered pieces of clothes. Then a low voice answered.

“Done.”

“Here it goes.”

Quinlan raised his hand, ready to call forth the stream. Yet before a single drop could form, he felt something. Two slender palms wrapped firmly around his wrist.

With a little pull, Black Fang guided his hand downward until his palm pressed against her bare shoulder.

The gesture was unmistakable; she wanted to feel the magic from closer up. Even closer than before.

It wasn’t him choosing to touch her; it was her demanding that he do.

“…” Quinlan offered no response, merely noting how her skin was tender beyond reason, especially after all the bloodshed she had gone through.

‘Those poison baths truly are something, her skin is really delicate…’ he thought inwardly.

But while he did so, warmth bled from his hand.

Water burst to life, not spilling wildly as if it came from a hose, but flowing like a living stream, shaped and guided by his will. It coursed across her body in smooth waves, rinsing away blood and grime, clinging to her curves before dissolving into nothingness.

He coaxed fire into the flow, ensuring that the heat was faint and soothing, turning the water into a balm that seeped into her battered flesh.

None of it splashed upon the ground. He did not wish to make a mess. To that end, every droplet obeyed his intent, bending to his control yet lingering wherever her body pulled his attention.

It was intimate, more than he intended.

Quinlan could feel her breathing, could sense the quiet acceptance in how she didn’t flinch or shy away, only let the stream wash her clean. He could also sense her curiosity, how her eyes followed his streams on her body, studying it all intently.

But beneath that steadiness, he also felt something else; her tiredness, the fragility that clung to her body despite her best attempts at showing no weakness.

Even though her wounds had been largely healed, the strain of battle lingered deep in her body. After all that she went through, it was only natural she wouldn’t recover in five minutes; it would take time before she returned to the overwhelming force she was known to be.

When the last trace of red was gone, he withdrew his hand and summoned a spare combat robe from his ring, offering it to her.

“Here.”

But Black Fang didn’t take it. From her pocket ring, she pulled out a clean robe of her own. “There’s no need.”

He heard the faint rustling of fabric, the soft sweep of cloth sliding over skin. A moment later, her voice carried to him.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Quinlan did just that. The first thing he saw was those hypnotic purple eyes, gleaming with an intensity that pinned him where he stood. She looked straight into his eyes.

It was a sight both dangerous and captivating.

Then she turned. Her battle robe, which was now dominated by dark purple colors instead of the previous black, flowed in the air as she walked away.

Despite his best intentions, his eyes trailed after her, catching the sway of her hips with a pull that was entirely impossible to resist. Thus, he did not even try.

A sharp stomp landed on his foot the moment he lost the fight.

Quinlan didn’t even hesitate.

The blunt declaration came with such absolute sincerity that several girls around him burst into giggles. Even Vex cracked a smile despite her stomp.

Kitsara laughed.

With the tension easing into amusement, the group made their way toward the ramparts, intent on seeing how the confrontation had unfolded in their absence.

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