Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

“Do you feel better?”

Aurora asked while offering me a hand to help me stand. She didn’t need to be so caring, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t appreciate her concern for my well-being.

“Yes. It’s a constant internal battle, but as long as I can dedicate a small part of me toward containing this strange power, all should be well. I’ll hit level thirty hopefully in the upcoming conflict; maybe the primordials can offer some guidance.”

I grasped her dainty hand and allowed her Strength stat to do the work of lifting me up from my sitting position, which logically shouldn’t be possible based on my size and her fragile-looking frame.

We went back to our home, and once Aurora was certain I wasn’t lying to merely placate her worries, she yawned cutely, signaling her rapidly growing exhaustion. I tugged her into our comfy bed and kissed her forehead before wishing her a pleasant slumber, eliciting some adorable giggling before a second yawn took her to dreamland.

Next, I made my way to the lounge area of our home. The mansion was still barebones, but it was more than livable.

I heard sounds of cheering, signaling that a board game of sorts was being played by the ladies.

“Blossom lost again?!” My beloved dog-girl yelped in a high-pitched tone.

“Blossom did indeed lose again.” Lucille confirmed in a compassionate tone, like a mother who wanted her daughter to beat her but the daughter in question was so bad even her assistance wasn’t enough.

“You have to put more thought into your moves before making them.” Ayame’s thoughtful advice sounded next.

“Blossom did think!!” She defended herself before venturing to explain why she was eliminated: “She was just outwitted by Lady Sylvaris. A dog-kin isn’t meant to outsmart a noble elf and her tactical genius cultivated over many centuries.”

“Please call me Sylvaris; there’s no need for honorifics. You’re cherished friends of my daughter, after all.” Oh, even Miss Mooncaller found herself invited to the party. Sera must’ve fallen asleep after whining for a few hours about what a horrible husband she was given to, giving her mother the chance to sneak out of the room. “Also, I’m not old, so please don’t even insinuate that.”

“Did you just call yourself dumb, Blossom?” Jasmine asked amusedly.

The girl in question gasped as realization dawned on her. However, my stalwart protector, Lyra, defended my scatterbrain girl: “She must’ve meant that while Sylvaris is young for elven standards, Blossom’s twenty-two years doesn’t compare to the near three centuries Sylvaris spent walking Thalorind, accumulating all kinds of experience in the process.”

Hearing that even Lyra participated in this little game made me smile. Only my two elves were missing. Seraphiel for obvious reasons, and Kaelira because I was sure she declined their invitation in a heartbeat. She was too excited to get her smithy going to play games.

“Lyra is right!” Blossom quickly grabbed onto the lifeline thrown at her, eliciting a round of merry giggling around the table.

“How are you finding our home, Sylvaris?” Ayame asked curiously.

“I love it. Even if we don’t take into consideration that a baby Geim is planted in the courtyard and Luminara’s son shares these walls with us, it’s still an adorable home surrounded by nothing but untainted nature for hundreds of miles in all directions. I’m beyond joyous that my daughter found such a nice family for herself. Also, you now owe me 50 dollars, Lucille.”

“Damn!”

This exchange of theirs let me know they were playing the monopoly equivalent of this world. We decided the game currency to be called dollars instead of metal coins, as the girls thought I would appreciate having some reminders of my home world. I didn’t really care, as besides my loving parents, I didn’t have many good memories of that place. The sentiment itself was very sweet of them, though, so I happily accepted the change.

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“Here…” Lucille grumbled before excitement returned to her tone. “Instead, tell us, what did Seraphiel have to say? I’m dying from curiosity.”

Sylvaris let go a rare giggle, enveloping the room in her gorgeous voice before murmuring uncertainly, “I’m not sure I should share such details as her mother… She would take it as a betrayal of her trust.”

Lucille wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “You know better than anyone how shameless that woman is; her shamelessness is only matched by Quin. Once she wakes up, she will broadcast her experience to the whole harem while flirting with him in front of everyone. Now that I think about it, I don’t know how you managed to make such a mischievous daughter when you are the definition of refinement and grace.”

Sylvaris sighed, “I asked the very same question many times myself… Maybe she ate a funny mushroom as a child when I wasn’t looking.”

Damn, my sleeping beauty was catching strays from her own mother. What was even worse is that none of her sister-wives spoke up in her defense.

“All I’m willing to say is that I listened to three hours of vulgar obscenities pour from my daughter’s once cute little mouth where she accused your husband of numerous offenses while also incessantly whining about her body being sore all over. I had to use a spell of mine that illuminated the room with moonlight that had sleep-inducing properties to finally make her fall asleep.”

“That bad, huh?” Ayame, Lucille, and Blossom all found the elven matriarch’s statement quite humorous, while Lyra merely gasped with shock. Jasmine, on the other hand, seemed to be having a minor nervous breakdown.

“I… I’ll straight-up die! Seraphiel is like ten times as durable as me; I’m just a normal girl!”

Lucille quickly spoke up to pacify my fifth woman. “You don’t know Seraphiel as well as we do, so it’s a fair assumption on your part. However, rest assured, Quin is a very gentle soul, well, unless you’re into that sort of thing…”

“Hey!” Ayame protested but was ignored by Lucille, who continued without pause.

“I would bet my cherished battle axe that she arrogantly challenged him in one shape or another, stepped on his masculinity – his pride as a man, if you will. As long as you behave like a normal woman, the only thing you will receive from him is his boundless love. Aurora and I were also weaklings when we had our first time with him, and it’s one of the fondest memories of my life. He treated us as if we were fragile jewelry that needed to be protected at all costs.”

Aww, how sweet. I didn’t know she cherished our bathhouse escapade this much. I love this woman so damn much.

“Is that so…?” Jasmine murmured while being deep in thought, but her tone was audibly much more relieved than before.

I decided it was time to make my entrance. I listened in on their chatting long enough.

I sent Blossom a ‘thank you’ mental massage for not revealing my presence, as she must’ve smelled me long ago before lifting my beloved Lucille up from her seat into my arms, sitting down, and placing her down into my lap, eliciting myself some merry giggling in the process as she used the opportunity to wrap her arms around my neck ‘for support’.

“I think it’s time we crown Lucille as the head of the harem. She deserves it.” My abrupt statement earned me quite a few reactions, especially from my beloved samurai, who had that role beforehand.