Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1366  Scornful Princess and Hypocrite Villain

Quinlan grinned and lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. ”What can I say. My rugged charm mustʼve won them over.”

Kitsara then began purring needily. ”This whole thing made me as horny as when you did me high in the skies.” She shifted and wiggled her butt right before his eyes seductively. ”How about a quickie, Quinnie? Take me right here, right now!”

Quinlan reached out and slapped her rear, letting the sound echo off the basementʼs walls. ”Behave yourself, you hopeless woman.”

”Kya!” Kitsara laughed, hand flying to her butt as she bounced away, grin wide and unguarded.

Felicity, still flushed, snapped, ”You people lack proper manners!”

Quinlan turned to her and grinned. ”It appears I made a mistake. I thought you were mature enough to face life and death battles and see the cruelty of slavery. But if this topic is unacceptable, then perhaps-”

”Oh, is that so?” Felicity scoffed and planted both hands on her hips. She looked at him like he was a poorly trained boy whose mother did a terrible job, so she had to step up for herself. ”So you are saying I am a full adult now?”

”Nope,” Quinlan replied instantly.

She ignored him completely and tilted her head back, lifting her chin with superiority.

”If I am fit to stand in war, witness slavery, and hear adults speak about love and mating, then I must be old enough to have a boyfriend.”

”A what?” The humor drained from Quinlanʼs face in an instant.

Seraphiel and Kitsara both went very still. Then identical smiles crept onto their lips. They could smell what was going on right now. Their eyes snapped between the princess and their lover repeatedly, observing the ongoings as if it were the greatest theatre play of all time.

”A boyfriend, Mister Hypocrite,” Felicity replied sweetly. ”On my travels with the girls, I might have met a handsome boy. Maybe I will go back and look for him.”

Quinlan snapped instantly, his possessive, fatherly side bursting to the front.

”You will do such a thing only over my cold, dead body, Felicity Valorian!”

Then his head snapped around the room. ”Where is that horny little fucker? Iʼll slap the shit out of him.”

Felicityʼs gaze sharpened into something dark.

Quinlan then declared, ”You are a child and are forbidden from having a boyfriend for the next thousand years. Is that understood?!”

She held the stare for a heartbeat longer.

Then it broke.

”Hahaha!” Felicity burst into laughter, sharp and bright. ”I was lying. There is no boy. I was busy not dying. When would I even have time for that nonsense?”

Seraphiel bent forward, laughing openly now. ”Good job, Felicity.”

Kitsara clapped her hands. ”Show him how big a hypocrite he is!”

”Hehe!” Felicity chimed, turning and high-fiving both of them.

Quinlan watched the exchange with a dry look. ”I donʼt care what you call me. You will accept my rules or receive a spanking that will make Alexios chase me into the next world once he hears of it.”

”Yeah, yeah, Iʼm so scared…” Felicity nodded along, still giggling. She stepped closer and reached up to pat his head.

An impossible undertaking. She could not reach. After a brief struggle, she settled for patting his armor instead. ”No boyfriends for me until the villain who kidnapped me away from my family says so. Got it.”

”…”

Quinlan stared ahead in silence while the girls laughed behind him. Then, after giving them a few more seconds of enjoying the moment, he exhaled slowly.

He turned his gaze to the walls, the iron cages, the remnants of the horrors that had been concealed here. His hands flexed, tightening into fists, and he looked down.

Mana surged across his knuckles, bright orange-red and hot enough to make the stone beneath his feet quiver. He let the power gather, letting it pulse and thrum.

”Alright. We had our fun. Time to get to work, ladies. Weʼre racing against time.”

The girls nodded and sprinted ahead, leaving him alone in the slave house, standing amid the rows of cells. Quinlan raised his fist. The mana ignited, sparks and arcs of flame licking his skin without burning him.

He swung, and the explosion tore through the reinforced walls, shattering cages, stone, and iron alike. The air cracked with heat and force. Dust and debris churned in a cloud that blotted out light.

The ground trembled as walls collapsed inward. Within moments, nothing remained but a crater where the slave house once stood, a jagged scar against the cityscape.

Quinlan remained standing at the center, unharmed, unmoved, his armor gleaming in the flickering light of dying embers.

He allowed himself a brief pause, looking down at his hands as the glow of his mana dissipated, then turned.

Beyond the crater, the city of Greyhaven stretched. Ahead, his other allies, who were not present for the talks, had already prepared the next scene. Doors were opened, slaves located, their masters subdued, and their contracts gathered.

It was time to repeat the process.

Quinlan moved like a predator, efficient and unrelenting. Door after door, slave house after slave house, he emptied them, freeing the imprisoned and giving them choice.

He could have simply rounded them all up and tossed them into the portal one by one, no questions asked, no thought given. Then, once there and once the time was right, he couldʼve conducted the talk with them, trying to convince their hearts to stay.

But he did not. He did not want dread in their eyes, nor fear in their hearts. He wanted them to step into the portal with excitement, with hope. When they arrived at Miri Town, he wanted them to see a sanctuary, a home they could build, not another cage disguised as a city. First impressions mattered, and he intended to earn them.

With Seraphiel, Kitsara, and Felicity guiding them, answering questions, calming fears, the portals were crossed one by one. Every hand held, every reassurance given, every step measured. By the time the final slave house emptied, Quinlan stood atop the rubble of another destroyed building, surveying his work.

Greyhavenʼs dark underbelly had been stripped bare, giving him a giant boon of perhaps the most valuable resource for a ruler: competent, educated manpower whose hearts were lit ablaze with motivation.

A faint smile touched his lips. The work here was done. For now.

He looked at the city stretching beyond, then at the next stronghold in his mindʼs eye.

Level 50. It was time to join the next siege so that he could finally hit the desired milestone and begin the Primordial Rank-Up Mission!