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Chapter 84: Building a Harem Army? [R-18]
🕑 Added 2025-09-18 00:56:41 +0000 UTCInside the SUV, which was moving smoothly away from the dimensional gate district, the air was still thick with the faint, invisible scent of mana. For Owen, it was the smell of victory and an excitement that still smoldered within him. He leaned back against the leather seat, letting the cool air conditioning wash away the fatigue from the battle.
He unconsciously raised a thumb to touch his lips. The taste of Nova's deep, passionate kiss still lingered, like an invisible brand. It was as sweet and fierce as a flame. The memory of her soft breast and the racing heart beneath his palm was still clear. It was a prize of victory so sweet it made him smile without realizing it.
Bzzzt… Bzzzt…
Suddenly, the phone on the center console began to vibrate violently. The screen lit up with the name "Rosy" flashing. Owen frowned slightly before answering the call and putting it on speaker so he wouldn't have to take his hands off the wheel.
"Owen! Uh... Iris has something important she needs your help with. Can you come to my house right now?" Rosy's voice sounded unusually flustered and hesitant.
Owen's brow furrowed slightly, sensing something was off, but he tried to remain calm. "Sure, but let me run a quick errand first. It won't take long. I'll head over as soon as I'm done."
After hanging up, he let out a soft sigh. The good mood he'd been in moments before had completely evaporated, replaced by a sense of duty that needed to be handled. Owen quickly turned the steering wheel, heading the car towards a residential area in the city center, filled with orderly rows of townhouses and apartments… His destination was Jessica's apartment, which had now become Victoria's temporary love nest.
He had to complete his daily mission… to fulfill Victoria's affection score as required by [The Chains of Lust].
When he arrived and used the key card to enter the silent apartment, the sweet scent of vanilla, Jessica's signature fragrance, greeted him. But the sight that met his eyes was of another woman…
Victoria, in a flimsy, jet-black satin dress, was kneeling on the rug in front of the door, in a perfect posture of servitude. She wore no underwear, blatantly revealing the curves of her body. The moment she saw him enter, she slowly and submissively crawled towards him on all fours. Her once-haughty and hateful blue eyes were now glistening and filled with a perfectly distorted loyalty.
"Master… you've returned… I've been waiting for you," her voice was hoarse and trembled with need.
The scene unfolded with a raw, instinctual heat. It wasn't a gentle lovemaking, but Owen performing his duty as "Master" to unleash the desires of his loyal slave. He didn't say a word, simply pushed her body to face the cold wall and brutally entered her wet, tight slit from behind without any foreplay.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the hall, mixed with Victoria's moans of near-unbearable pleasure. It was a "duty" he had to perform to maintain her loyalty and keep her under control. And only when her affection score reached 100… could he begin to give her real love.
After releasing his life force into her until he was spent, he pulled out immediately without a moment's hesitation, leaving her to stand there, leaning against the wall, panting weakly. He quickly straightened his clothes, turned, and walked out of the room, leaving Victoria to bask alone in the brutal pleasure, followed by the emptiness that came after her "master" had left.
Owen drove away from the city center at a steady speed, heading towards Rosy's house in a different suburban neighborhood. Upon arrival, he was greeted by "Alicia," Rosy's mother, with an overly warm and unnecessarily fiery welcome, as usual.
"Owen! My darling~" she said in a syrupy sweet voice, immediately throwing herself onto his arm the moment he walked through the door. "I've missed you so much, you know? Why don't you visit more often?"
Her incredibly large breasts deliberately crushed against his upper arm as she intimately rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, right in front of her own daughter.
Rosy, who was standing there waiting, flushed crimson with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Mom! That's enough! Stop being so embarrassing!" she snapped, before rushing over to pull Owen's arm away from her mother and dragging him straight to the basement. "This way, Owen! Just ignore my mom!"
Owen was dragged to the familiar basement door. He could feel that the energy inside had changed. It was denser and more powerful than before, and he was about to discover the "important matter" Iris needed his help with.
…..
The moment Owen stepped into the basement behind Rosy, his jaw dropped in amazement… The image of the makeshift, chaotic lab filled with second-hand equipment, messily assembled with wires tangled like a nest of snakes, had completely vanished. It had now been upgraded so thoroughly it was almost unrecognizable.
The low-quality scientific instruments and dirt-stained workbenches had been replaced by high-grade equipment of polished stainless steel and tempered glass. Everything was clean and orderly, like the laboratory of a giant pharmaceutical company.
The soft hum of efficiently running machinery echoed in the silence. Several large screens displayed complex data and constantly moving graphs. And in the corner of the room… several towering glass capsules stood majestically, filled with a faintly glowing, emerald-green liquid. It was modern, expensive, and unsettling all at the same time.
Owen slowly narrowed his eyes at Iris, who was in Rosy's body. His gaze was filled with unspoken questions… Where did she get this much money? Did she take out another loan from those mafia thugs? Worry immediately flashed in his eyes.
Rosy, seeing his gaze, quickly explained to ease his concern. "Relax, it's not what you think," she said with a strained smile, waving her hands dismissively. "Iris got the money using her 'special' methods. It's definitely not a loan, one hundred percent."
Although Owen still wondered what these "special" methods were, seeing the confidence in her eyes, he chose to let it go… at least for now.
In the next second, Rosy's bright, playful eyes suddenly changed. They became regal and filled with absolute power. Iris had taken complete control. She strode towards Owen with the elegant gait of a queen, before leaning in to give him a deep, passionate kiss as a greeting. Her tongue expertly and wantonly invaded his mouth, as if to clearly declare her ownership, before she pulled away and got straight to the point.
"I called you here because I need more of our 'children'… for the next, critically important phase of my experiments."
She looked deep into his golden eyes, her own gaze growing serious. "Therefore… I want my beloved king to breed with Talia right now… to produce about 300 children for me."
At her words, Owen's face went pale. "Th-Three hundred!?"
Creating ordinary semen in large quantities wasn't a problem, but creating "parasite semen" required an immense amount of mana, and his mana still hadn't fully recovered from clearing the dungeon a few hours ago. He did a quick mental calculation… To create 300 high-quality parasites, he might have to be with Talia from this evening until the next morning… It would be a true draining of his life force to the very last drop.
Iris saw the clear hesitation on his face. She switched from a commanding queen to a sweet, gentle woman in the blink of an eye. She walked around to hug him softly from behind, resting her face on his strong back and whispering in a pleading tone she had never used before.
"It's really necessary, my love… for my experiments, and so our 'children' can help keep us safe when you're not around." She paused for a moment before dropping the final bomb. "These past few days, I've seen the same old mafia guys hanging around the university… Haven't you heard the news? They're in the middle of a fierce gang war in the entertainment district."
Her words hit him right where it hurt… The image of Rosy's bright face and natural smile flashed in his mind. Her safety was always more important than his fatigue. He closed his eyes in resignation and nodded slowly.
"Alright… For you… I'll do it."
A victor's smile appeared at the corner of Iris's lips… Owen had no idea this was her perfect plan within a plan… It was killing two birds with one stone. One, she would get a powerful army of parasites, and two, she would give Talia her great "reward" as promised…
Suddenly, the steel basement door slid open again, silently. Talia entered with the air of a priestess walking to a sacred sacrificial altar. She was in an exquisitely modified, sexy black-and-white maid outfit. It was so short and tight it was almost bursting, revealing the beautiful curves of a goddess of fertility. Her face was flushed and damp with sweat… her eyes glistening and filled with an unconcealed excitement.
She bowed beautifully to Owen and Iris, before turning her back to Owen… slowly presenting her firm, rounded buttocks, as ripe as a peach, and using her slightly trembling fingertips to slowly lift the edge of her short maid skirt… It was a movement filled with the utmost invitation and seduction.
Then… she used her long, slender fingers to pull the edge of her gossamer-thin g-string to the side, revealing her plump slit, glistening with moisture and twitching madly like the mouth of a starving creature.
"I am ready to breed… 25 inches, same as before, please… Master~" her voice was a trembling, breathless plea of desire.
That sight… both the image and the sound… detonated Owen's sire instinct, making it erupt with a mad frenzy. All his fatigue vanished in an instant, replaced by a raw, overwhelming need to reproduce. He lunged at her from behind without hesitation, one hand squeezing her explosive hips so hard his fingertips sank in, while the other guided his painfully hard and rapidly expanding cock, its veins bulging, towards the waiting, open slit.
"Aaaaaaaahhh!!!" Talia shrieked with pleasure as the giant cock slammed into her all the way in a single thrust. Its size and heat made her mind go white for a moment, her body trembling violently as if electrocuted.
Owen growled low like a wild animal. He began to move his hips with a violent, savage frenzy, all under the satisfied smile of Iris, who stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching her work unfold.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh thundered through the cold lab, mixed with Talia's non-stop, incoherent moans. It was a raw and powerful song of new creation… Time in the basement had stopped, replaced by an endless cycle of reproduction…
Time passed until the next morning…
The soft white light from the LED lamps on the ceiling woke Owen to a quiet Wednesday morning. He blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, before looking down at himself and smiling weakly.
He was lying naked on a king-sized bed that had been brought into the middle of Iris's lab. His body felt weak from the intense mana drain throughout the night, but at the same time, it was filled with a strange, circulating life force… It was the feeling of being a true "creator."
Talia was still fast asleep on top of him. Her face looked more relaxed and blissful than ever before. Her full lips were slightly parted, her breathing steady. His giant, still-hard cock remained firmly inside her swollen slit, so much so that her lower abdomen was distinctly raised in the shape of his member, while the walls of her flesh continued to pulse gently around him… It was an incredibly erotic image that many men dreamed of.
And then Owen noticed… the scene around the bed…
It was now filled with hundreds of newly hatched "dragonfly parasites." Their bodies were a translucent flesh color, and their thin, clear wings trembled lightly. They were running and climbing all over the bedsheets and Owen's body, as if he were their personal playground… Some were gently touching his skin with their small antennae… some were cheerfully flying in circles above his head… They weren't just looking at him as an object, but playing with their own "father."
"Good morning… my love~"
A deep, warm, and familiar voice sounded from the other side of the room. Owen turned and saw Iris in Rosy's body, hard at work on a new piece of experimental equipment. Her fingertips were dancing across a touchscreen with speed. She didn't look away from the screen, but Owen knew she was aware of his every move.
"Morning," Owen greeted her back, his voice slightly hoarse. He looked down at Talia's blissfully sleeping body in his arms, before slowly and carefully moving so as not to wake her. "I have to go. I have a special training session with Nova today."
Those words made Iris look away from her work instantly. Her eyes sparkled strangely. "Good… then take Talia with you."
The unexpected suggestion made Owen frown. "Huh? Take Talia with me?"
"Yes," Iris nodded calmly. "She's one of us now, completely. And she's an Awakened, too. If she gets stronger, she can be a great asset to us. Don't forget… she is our first broodmother."
Iris's suggestion immediately piqued Owen's interest. He thought it over and agreed it was a great idea… and in that instant, the image of "Victoria's" haughty but now completely submissive face flashed in his mind… another woman who was also an Awakened, and one with high-level talent, an A-Rank in mana from the very beginning, without any training!
A vision of the future suddenly flashed in his mind, clear as day…
'If… if Victoria and Talia train with Nova… they'll get stronger along with me… and in the end… it will become my own team of Awakened!'
The thought thrilled him so much he couldn't contain it!
That excitement had a direct effect on his body. The cock that was still connected to Talia involuntarily twitched and expanded once more inside her slit! The sudden increase in tightness made Talia's sleeping body instinctively jolt.
"Mmm… Master" she moaned in her sleep, a blissful smile on her lips as if she were having a good dream.
Owen looked at the scene and gave a wicked smirk. A new, grander plan had formed in his head… It was the creation of his own ultimate team of female Awakened… The strongest harem army in the world!
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