Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Her beautiful amber eyes stared into mine, forcing me to be mesmerized by them momentarily. She was so adorable, so innocent, so… vulnerable. A beautiful soul who has never hurt anybody in her entire life.

I simply couldn't help myself, I turned to face her entirely then wrapped the trembling girl into my embrace completely this time, putting both my arms on her bouncy behind while letting my throbbing lady-piercer rest up against her stomach vertically.

Lucille seemed to have managed to come to her senses as she got to her feet after some minor struggles and approached us once again. "So you really weren't lying…" She admitted without reluctance.

"Indeed. It's good to see that you can face reality without denying it when it's shoved in your face."

"Hmph. I've only seen the panty pooper's before, so how could I have possibly known that such sizes exist? I always guessed that he was on the lower end of the spectrum, but… *Sigh* I honestly feel humiliated in his stead."

"So now even you call him panty pooper? Where's the loyalty in this household?" I ask jokingly with a grin.

Instead of rebutting me, she just nodded resolutely. "You were exactly right, Quinlan. I simply can't do this anymore. First thing tomorrow morning I'm filing for divorce."

"It's good that you've made your decision." I nodded back, eliciting a happy smile from the battle junkie woman. I can visibly see the proverbial weight being lifted from her slender frame as she straightens her back confidently. There's no changing her decision now, that's for certain.

"How about we finish the Geim fertilizer business, princess?" I asked while glancing down at the clingy girl.

"Sure!" Seems like we've managed to alleviate her worries at least somewhat successfully. She grabbed my shaft and brought the flask to it. Luckily as a primordial, I could easily do the deed while being fully erect. Just another perk of being a supreme existence, I suppose.

"Assistant, grab the bottle." Aurora instructed authoritatively, evidently being able to flip a switch in her head that let her swap between professional Alchemist and mommy's and daddy's little girl. Once Lucille complied, the platinum-haired plump beauty grabbed onto my member with both hands and stood next to me to aim better as if she were in charge of a fire hose.

I simply had to take a moment to appreciate the absurdity of what my life's become. Less than a month ago I was a dejected office worker, and now I have three mates who would shame any supermodel from Earth in the beauty department.

I'm about to join a criminal organization, I'm at the budding stages of building my own slave empire business, and without listing all the eccentricities that happened to me over this short span of time, I'm about to get my urine stored by two such gorgeous ladies in order so that my Alchemist could study it and feed my monster plant that will produce numerous magical items of incalculable value while also serving as a nigh-invulnerable bastion of defense.

Life works in a strange way, that's for sure.

"Kya! Hold the serpent monster firmly!" Lucille yelped as my dragon began spitting with great strength.

"I'm… Trying!" Aurora yelled, doing her best to stabilize my Excalibur.

I honestly don't know how I should react to this whole thing. Yeah, it was unhygienic as hell, but I was way too amused to care. I will just send them to wash their hands afterward. Instead of making a fuss- or Goddess forbid, helping the struggling ladies- I just decided to enjoy the show by putting both hands behind the back of my neck as I let everything go.

I think a man's gotta enjoy such strange moments when he's in the middle of experiencing them, even if he is somewhat reluctant to do so.

I'm not going to drag this description out any longer. It wasn't exactly clean business, but the ladies got the job done. If I had done it by myself everything would've gone much smoother, but I have no regrets whatsoever.

Once Lucille corked the bottle I opened a portal that led straight to the bathhouse in the city. It was in the middle of the night so the gates were firmly shut, but my [Warp Gate] could only ask smugly how such a minor obstacle was meant to stop it.

Doing what I just did might've been thought of as careless, and to a degree it was. But, first, I'm intoxicated, and we've been here multiple times thus we know that there are basically no security or defensive artifacts. A simple humble older married couple runs this place with the help of their sons and daughters.

The dimly lit bathhouse was as quiet as expected, save for the soft rustling of our clothes that were being shed. We stepped into the humid warmth that the hot spring gave out, enveloping the entire space. I grabbed a wooden ladle, then filled it from the hot spring's edge, and casually poured it over myself. The water managed to wash away a bit of the grime from the day's troubles.

Before I could waltz into the warm spring in earnest a hand latched onto my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I glanced behind me, and there was Aurora, her face glowing faintly red even in the low light of the room. Her amber eyes squinted at me clearly struggling with the low visibility- something that wasn't affecting me thanks to my primordial eyes- yet her embarrassment shone through.

She seemed nervous, though not about the darkness.

I've finally had the chance to see her earnestly, as Mother Nature intended her to be. A beautiful, plump, and curvaceous girl with a giant heart to boot. She was so incredibly lovely. I felt the urge to devour her as she stood, but I understood that there was a process to it with a nervous virgin like Aurora.

"Quinlan..." she began with a trembling voice. Then she firmed up, tightening her grip as if to prove a point. "Let me wash you properly. You shouldn't just pour a ladle over yourself and be done with it. It's disrespectful to the owners!" she exclaimed, but even she seemed unconvinced by her own words.

Her cheeks flushed further as she realized the ridiculousness of her claim, given that we were illegally trespassing.