Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

<I want the two of you to make yourselves tear up by any means necessary so that your eyes are visibly red, and then knock on your father's bedroom door in the late evening. Be visibly distraught and say that you can't sleep alone and wish to feel his protection.>

Silence welcomed my words, but I wasn't done with their instructions.

<Once he accepts, you'll toss and turn, cry out during your sleep, weep, whatever you feel reasonable. During such acts, you'll constantly mention Broker's name and the Vesper Consortium as a whole, blaming them for your attempted kidnapping and resulting immense trauma. If it helps, you can refer to the experiences you gained while pleasuring my subordinates, Vivienne, or getting tormented by them in your case, Amara. Remember; I'll be using my all-seeing eyes to observe your acting performance, so you better give it your all.>

Both of them cried out with great distress as their seemingly forgotten memories resurfaced at my words, letting me know their act would be quite natural. Satisfied, I disconnected from the mental link established between me and the twins and glanced at my ladies.

I brought a bucket out of my storage ring and using [Bubble Snare], filled it with crystal-clear water.

It was cold, though, not fitting for my intentions. To that end, I cast [Burning Hands], the very same spell Selene became very closely acquainted with during her torturing, and dipped my hand into the cold water, heating it up.

My girls were already aware of what was going on, and to that end, began undressing their gorgeous bodies. Iris, on the other hand, merely watched my actions.

"Are you seriously planning on taking a bath in this place?"

I could see her confusion and disbelief. My fellow Child of Agony did not trust the beastkin one bit, she didn't want to give them the opportunity to catch her lacking. I did not doubt she planned to spend the night awake with her sword in hand.

Iris greatly resembled an instinctual animal that found herself in hostile territory, but I couldn't fault her. It was good to be cautious. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

"Although I love the sight of my women being bathed in the blood of their slain enemies, I prefer them to be clean and free of the stench of other men's fluids while sleeping together."

Her eyes widened, "You're not planning to…"

I chuckled amusedly while shaking my head, "Don't worry about it, I'm not a perverted exhibitionist but a true gentleman."

After earning myself a very suspicious pair of eyes, I presented a few clean rags and soaps for my five naked ladies who eagerly began washing themselves.

Merry feminine chitter enveloped the humble room, but I didn't join them, instead merely basked in the heavenly sight presented before my eyes.

After a few minutes, they were finished and cutely demanded clean towels from the inventory boy. While they were drying themselves, I collected their discarded battle armor before opening a [Warp Gate] and tossing them inside, where my maids were eagerly awaiting as per my instructions.

Fully agreeing with Iris' concerns, I told my maid squad that time was of the essence, each second my ladies spent without their armor was a second where they were more vulnerable than they needed to be. To that end, seven swift pair of hands were already busy washing the clothes and armor.

Once the towels absorbed the warm water from the silky-smooth skin of my girls, they were cruelly tossed aside as the five of them approached me like hungry hyenas and began disrobing me.

I gave them full access without a single shred of resistance and as a result, quickly found myself being washed by my Heralds while they merrily chatted among themselves.

Seeing I had some time, I decided to chat with my only woman who was not present. <Jasmine, how have you been?>

<Quinlan!> My merchant girl squealed happily, overjoyed to hear my voice. She knew I was heading into battle, her precious little heart must've been worried greatly.

<I suffered no injuries and am about to undertake the primordial trial.>

<So you're already on the cusp of entering your level 30s… At such a young age… you know a rapid rate of growth like yours is practically unheard of, right?>

<Hehe, thanks, but enough about me. Tell me about what you've been up to, I want to hear your beautiful voice.>

She seemed happy to oblige my request. <I was taking lessons from Sylvaris! She's a very good teacher. Although I still don't agree with your choice of making a complete newbie like me into your overseer, I will do my best to live up to your vision of what I could become.>

Knowing Jasmine was in Braedon while Sylvaris was in my home, this so-called class of theirs must've taken place through our mental link. And yes, the Mooncaller strongly asked me to [Subjugate] her so that she could converse with her daughter no matter the distance separating them.

This divine-looking silver-haired woman likely suffered quite a bit of trauma from having her daughter conscripted and then enslaved in hostile lands. Despite the happy ending the pair received, it didn't delete the months she spent in the dark, wondering what horrible nightmares her beloved daughter was forced to endure.

My mischievous bombshell of a healer elf wasn't overly happy with my giving her mother the option to chat with her whenever and wherever, but she understood Sylvaris' worries and greatly loved her mother. Furthermore, she knew perfectly well I would never say no to enslaving such a strong combatant, so I wasn't given too big of a whining session this time around. Thankfully.

<You have my heartfelt gratitude for keeping my daughter safe.> Sylvaris said after joining the call.

<She's a strong woman surrounded by other similarly capable ladies, you don't have to worry.>

The three of us spent a few more minutes chatting merrily before saying goodbyes because Jasmine was too eager to learn more about governance from the experienced noble elf, and also because my washing had concluded and the girls were not behaving properly, requiring my attention.

Well, they were good girls, so calling their behavior into question wasn't fair on my part. Instead, I should say some of their neediness was bubbling up, best evidenced by Lucille's kneeling form between my legs while bobbing her head up and down along the length of my member with so much eagerness it made her seem like an addict who has been denied of her drug for a very long time.

I was seated on a makeshift bed, and behind me, Aurora and Blossom busied themselves by giving me a good shoulder massage.

Seraphiel, on the other hand, was in the middle of massaging her feet because she was cruelly forced into a stiff boot to hide her elven nature. At the same time, Ayame was polishing her katana while being buck naked, waiting for the maids to finish cleaning her armor.

"You said you're not a perverted exhibitionist!" Iris' accusatory words sounded. She was looking in the other direction, refusing to glance at me, or more specifically, at Lucille's actions. She tried ignoring it for a bit, but the caramel-haired woman's sloppy throat sounds were hard to dismiss.

"It's not exhibitionism if you're not looking."

"That makes no sense whatsoever."

I merely shrugged my shoulders. I didn't plan to inconvenience her by having sex with my girls in the same room, fearing she would just up and leave. While that wouldn't be a problem in my home, I didn't want her to run into trouble with the beastkin without us being there to back her up.

However, based on Lucille's emotion-charged eyes, she needed this blowjob a lot more than me, so I didn't have the heart to stop her.

Instead, I pulled the communication artifact out from my ring alongside the crystal of a certain girl I removed before and then imbued my mana to call her.

A high-pitched, chirpy feminine sound welcomed my actions.

"Hello, Princess Felicity speaking!"