Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 737: You’re… What Was It Again?

Author: I wasn’t satisfied with Natalie’s previous pic, so she got major buffs.

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“That’s what I meant by ‘everything.'”

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Silence.

Poppy blinked slowly. “…Okay. Damn.”

Natalie was still absorbing the absurdly detailed love confession when “Ah!” She yelped as Blossom suddenly slipped free from her grip, not so much running but vanishing—blinking straight out of existence. In the very next heartbeat, she reappeared in Quinlan’s lap, arms and legs clinging to him like she’d been starved of warmth for a decade.

“Master!” she cried, pressing her face into his chest.

And then?

The kissing began.

A flurry of them.

Nonstop.

Cheeks, nose, chin, lips, collarbone—anywhere her mouth could reach, she lavished him with unadulterated affection. Between every kiss came the same breathless refrain:

“Blossom loves Master. Blossom loves Master. Blossom loves Master so, so much—more than air, more than sweets, more than meat—Blossom loves Master!!!”

Tears streaked down her cheeks, but her smile couldn’t have been brighter. Her tail waved like a flag of joy, fluffing and curling with every breath.

Natalie sat frozen for a moment, blinking down at her empty hands with a soft huh. “Three years,” she murmured to herself. “Three years she’s been gone. We searched through storms and warzones, tracked her scent through blood and ash… and after barely one minute in our arms, she runs straight back to her man’s embrace.”

Her voice was dry.

But her eyes twinkled.

A sigh escaped her lips, and she rested her hands on her hips as she stood. “I raised a traitor.”

Still…

Her gaze softened. The hard edges of suspicion, worry, and motherly dread melted one by one as she watched the sheer purity of her daughter’s affection. The joy in Blossom’s voice. The way the man, whose name she didn’t even know besides the title ‘Master,’ held her in return without hesitation, without shame, with one arm around her back and the other cradling her head, like she was the most precious treasure in the world.

Natalie smiled.

Warmth bloomed in her chest, curling around her ribs like a gentle fire. Her heart swelled, and despite herself, tears welled again. But this time, the fluids streamed from her eyes as a result of the pure, unfiltered happiness assaulting her weary heart.

“She’s really happy… Thank the Goddess…”

The tears fell silently, tracing soft lines down her cheeks as she folded her hands in front of her heart.

Meanwhile, Poppy…

Her entire face had turned the same vibrant red as her hair. She looked like someone had dipped her into a pot of boiling embarrassment. Both of her hands flew to cover her eyes.

“Ughhh, Scatterbrain became such a lewd woman! I don’t even recognize her anymore!”

But she didn’t look away.

Well, not completely.

After a second, she parted two fingers on each hand just enough to peek through so that she could continue observing the shameless display.

“…He really does love her, huh?” she murmured, not quite loud enough for anyone to hear but her mother, who vehemently nodded her head in response.

“Why do you never show me such pure love, you hypocrite bastard?!” Kitsara scoffed with her arms crossed across her chest, pingers tapping in irritation.

The man—that human, Blossom’s lover—laughed. Openly. Richly. The kind of laugh that left no doubt it came from the deepest part of the chest. Natalie blinked at the sound. It was confident, teasing, and far too relaxed.

“Blossom is my first woman,” he said while patting the top of her fluffy head as she snuggled into his lap like it was custom-made for her. “Basically, the love of my life.”

Natalie found herself smiling at the sweetness of it.

“While you…” He turned to the regal foxkin, “While you’re… what was it again? Sixth? Seventh? Eighth? I don’t even remember. You’re just a concubine I picked up out of boredom.”

Both Natalie and Poppy gasped in sync.

“Blossom is the future empress of my vast dominion. While you, Kitsara? You’re the background character who serves the two of us tea.”

There was a heartbeat of stunned silence.

And then… “WHAT?!” Kitsara shrieked with utter outrage.

Her arms flailed with enough fury to send mana rippling through the room, fingers twitching as if deciding between hexing him or hexing him twice.

But before she could make a move, a sudden snarl erupted.

Natalie’s eyes darted to the side.

Vargis.

The dogkin legend himself in the flesh.

His eyes went bloodshot. His nostrils flared. The air shimmered around him with the intensity of someone who’d just activated a high-level combat technique.

“Oh no!” Natalie whispered, instinctively stepping in front of Poppy.

“YOU LITTLE WORM!” the elder dogkin roared, leaping toward the chair with the speed of a meteor and every intention of strangling that man to death on the spot.

But just as his fingers came within inches of the human’s neck, another figure darted in. Prince Darius.

The younger dogkin barely managed to grab both of his father’s arms, planting his feet and shoving backward with all his might. “Brother! Give me a heads up next time you pull a stunt like this!”

“Papa!” Kitsara cried out, her tone undergoing a drastic change as she elected to pursue a different strategy to punish her severely misbehaving man. Her teary eyes glistened with great emotional distress as she pointed at the man like he’d stolen her innocence without permission. “I can’t believe you gave me to such a horrible man! My life has been ruined!”

Natalie watched as Vargis howled with rage and doubled his efforts. “LET ME AT HIM OR I’LL DISOWN YOU RIGHT THIS MOMENT!”

“Do it! I’ll challenge you to a duel and take what’s rightfully mine, old man!” Darius chuckled, despite the sweat running down his forehead as he was nearly crushed by the sheer dad strength of the nine-hundred-and-something-year-old beast.

The human, completely undisturbed, leaned back a little farther in his seat. Blossom nuzzled into his chest with a dreamy smile, utterly oblivious to the chaos around her.

Natalie pressed a hand to her face.

This man was an absolute menace.

And yet, somehow, she had to admit…

He might be the perfect partner in crime who can match the eccentricity of her cherished daughter.

It took a long while to calm the enraged Vargis down. After a bit, even Kitsara joined in on the effort, knowing full well that Quinlan was merely jesting with her. She was perfectly aware that she was not such a bundle of pure innocence and devotion as Blossom was, who one only wanted to give headpats to while letting her know how good of a girl she was. Furthermore, Kitsara wasn’t exactly innocent: she kept throwing verbal jabs at him, so she understood it was just his way to pay back for her offers of pegging, among other ‘crimes’ she’d committed against his person.

Quinlan wasn’t the kind of man who would place one woman of his over another. If he thought he couldn’t love them from the depth of his very soul, he would not accept them into the harem in the first place. Once he did, he was already 100% all-in on them.

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