Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1213: Elf, Fox, and Human

The rhythmic bubbling of mana liquid filled the alchemy lab with a steady hum. Blue light pulsed from the runic equipment lining the marble counters, bathing the room in a soft, crystalline glow. Rows of vials, powders, and glass flasks stood in organized chaos, precisely the kind of order that only Aurora could maintain.

She stood over a brewing cauldron with her eyes sharp and movements exact.

Every motion carried the grace of practice and the confidence of mastery. The potion before her was no ordinary brew; its core shimmered with refined manacite extract, a volatile compound mined from the residue of overcharged mana cores deep beneath the earth.

Long ago, dwarves discovered that certain subterranean minerals had a unique property: they absorbed ambient mana from the world itself.

Over many thousands of years, their dull stone hearts turned a luminous blue, dense with crystallized magic.

Only Miner-class specialists could harvest such ore safely. A single mistake, a strike at the wrong angle, and the gathered mana would burst from the rock in a brilliant but worthless flare, leaving behind nothing but shattered dust.

Once extracted, the raw ore was sent to arcane refiners who carefully drew out the manacite essence, purifying it into a liquid form.

The process was dangerous, the yield small, and the demand immense. Alchemists across the continent coveted the extract for its unmatched potency, which was used in the crafting of high-tier mana potions, advanced runic batteries, and even some ancient weapons of legend.

A single vial of the refined compound was worth a noble’s annual salary.

Thankfully, mana potions only needed the smallest of drops for the effect to take place, or Aurora couldn’t have gotten her hands on them - unless they stole the thing from shops. Which, truth be told, had already happened.

Whenever the girls needed something expensive from the cities, they’d take Blossom with them. If the shops seemed to skimp on anti-theft defenses, then they’d make use of the Void Stalker’s amazing abilities.

No one liked to spend money wastefully when they had so much to spend on.

They were responsible girls.

Aurora handled the extract as though it were both treasure and threat. The potion’s glow wavered, caught between serenity and fury, like a storm barely held in check.

”Three small pieces of glowing mushroom roots... one pinch of moonroot dust... and stir counterclockwise, slowly,” she murmured under her breath. She’d done this many times already; she could probably do it with eyes closed by now.

Which was why two mere girls were present.

”Hmmm,” Kitsara stroked her chin deep in thought as her tail swished lazily, ”I wonder what happens if I lick that one.”

Before Aurora could stop her, the foxkin leaned forward and dipped a fingertip into a bowl of greenish brown paste lying on the table a bit further from the action. As soon as it touched her tongue, the foxkin’s smug expression froze and then crumpled in instant regret.

”Bleh! What the hell is this?!” Kitsara gagged violently with her tongue flailing as though it was trying to abandon her mouth.

Aurora didn’t even glance up. ”That,” she said flatly, ”would be concentrated wyrm bile. It’s for stabilization purposes. Not consumption. For your information, Dumb Slutty Foxy, nothing here is for consumption. I’m running an alchemy lab, not a restaurant.”

Kitsara wheezed and grabbed a nearby rag to instantly clean her tongue. Her tail was puffed like a torch. ”You... You make potions with dragon vomit?! What kind of a psycho does that?!”

Aurora sighed, picked up a wooden rod, and smacked the foxkin’s hand with it. ”Hands off my reagents. How many times have I told you not to eat my ingredients? Honestly, aren’t you like 50 years old or something? Why is Rosie so much more sensible than you are? I swear, sometimes I think Quin fucked the brains out of you back then in the skies.”

Kitsara whimpered dramatically, still busy cleaning her tongue with utmost effort. ”You’d think with all that bile you’d have learned to keep it in bottles...”

Aurora just rolled her eyes and returned to her work, and the light of the manacite flame once again reflected in her calm, calculating gaze.

Seraphiel, the third person present, couldn’t help but giggle as she watched the foxkin’s desperation and near-vomiting state. ”I wonder what Quinlan would say if you went in for a kiss.”

”... You’re lucky he’s busy with those two miscreants. If he heard what you just said, a spanking might’ve been on the menu.”

”Ooooh~ How kinky~” Sera, ever the cheeky elf, only hummed merrily while she was combing through Aurora’s platinum hair with patient, methodical strokes.

The elf’s delicate fingers weaved ribbons through it, her serene smile betraying a playful undertone.

”I like experimenting, stop making fun of me! By the sacrifice of the brave, do societies advance!” Kitsara protested between dry heaves.

”How does licking draconic poop help society advance?” Sera mused.

”And the ingredient is already in my lab. It’s been thoroughly researched and is utilized in many, many alchemy labs. If you want to make noble sacrifices, why don’t you go lick things that can’t be found in labs?” Aurora added with a sigh, though her lips curled upward.

She was having great fun thanks to her two friends accompanying her to the lab. It could get lonely here, recreating the same old recipes over and over again.

They fell into a companionable rhythm just like that. The calm tinkling of glass, the scent of herbs, Sera working Aurora’s hair, and the sound of Kitsara sulking in the corner while nibbling on a cookie she’d snuck in.

Then, casually, Seraphiel asked, ”So, who do you think will be next?”

Aurora arched a brow. ”Next for what?”

”To part her legs and welcome Quinlan Junior in, obviously.”

The alchemist paused, then let out an amused laugh. Aurora sometimes still struggled with how lacking some of her sisters’ mouth filters were. ”Hmm. Iris, I think. It’s about damn time the girl stops being so stubborn.”

Seraphiel shook her head. ”I beg to differ. Iris won’t let herself be free of her demons until her revenge is done. Her heart’s too heavy for love right now.”

Aurora sighed softly. ”Maybe. But when she finally does...”

Kitsara snorted from the corner. ”Yeah, and probably punch Quinlan right after confessing. That poor girl grew up locked in a cage, then spent her teenage and young adult years in the army... She’s incredibly awkward as is; imagine how she will be when it comes to love.”

”Says the princess who jumped into the arms of a random man and was having steamy sex with him in the skies,” Aurora giggled.

Kitsara just waved her hand dismissively. ”Yeah, yeah, I’m the Slutty Foxy, whatevs. I have zero regrets. Maybe it was the Goddess who possessed me to do it.”

That earned a chuckle from both women.

Aurora paused stirring for a moment as she looked behind toward the elf doing her hair. ”Alright then, who do you think is next? Sylvaris?”

Seraphiel groaned immediately in response. ”Don’t even get me started on that stubborn woman. I’ve tried everything to make Mother see the light of day, but she refuses to even consider him. Says it’d be improper. She’d die of shame, especially if she’s to meet Luminara in the future...”

Kitsara couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. ”Oh, that’s rich. And I’m the one mocked for being kinky? Come on now! Having a submissive kink and being horny all day, every day is one thing, but wanting to have an incest orgy with your mother and lover is a whole different level!”

Seraphiel grinned slyly at the foxkin’s words. ”Incest orgy? I want no such thing. I’m a refined, graceful, and noble elf, after all.” Seraphiel crossed her arms with mock indignation. ”I just... want her to be happy. And to live a long life with the [Blessed Seed] in her womb. That’s all.”

Kitsara couldn’t help but burst out with laughter, hearing all the crap the elf was spewing.

Aurora had a big smirk on her lips as she poured the final vial into the glowing potion. ”Is that true, I wonder~?” she asked, her tone sing-song, teasing but suspicious.

Seraphiel nodded with a perfect poker face. It was hard to decide how truthful she was being.

”Hey, oyakodon is nice! I bet Quin would thank your efforts with a raging boner. Don’t give up on your dreams,” Kitsara said in support.

Sera refused to acknowledge her words.

A soft, unfamiliar voice sounded all of a sudden. It belonged to a woman.

”High-tier potions... and she’s chatting with two friends while brewing? I suppose precision means nothing to the younger generation.”

Aurora froze mid-stir. Her hand tightened around the rod. The cauldron’s blue glow flickered once.