Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 672: Observations

”Youʼre more than correct, Sera...” Lucille agreed, having been worried about such a scenario for a while. Although she hadnʼt been part of the gang back then, sheʼd heard how a Quinlan who was technically less than 4 days old threatened Broderick, a Mithril-ranked adventurer who heʼd just met, to cease any such actions when he tried to kiss Ayameʼs hand.

”As for his second shortcoming, that would have to be his arrogance, his great pride.” It was Ayame who spoke up this time around.

”What reason did he really have to make Skarn, Rajah, and the others piss their pants with that dramatic elemental display of his? The smartest move wouldʼve been to stay quiet, reassure them that he wasnʼt a threat, and keep their suspicions as low as possible. But no… because he felt cornered, he just had to show off. He had to let them all know they hadnʼt won. That he wasnʼt out of the game just yet.”

”Kitsara didnʼt just step on said great pride of his... she stomped with full force before twisting her foot on it,” Lucille explained, shaking her head in amusement. ”Thatʼs what separates a true bad girl from you. You would never say the kind of things this pervert dared to utter. Hell, you wouldnʼt even think of them in the first place.”

Blossomʼs ears perked up as a sudden realization struck her. Her eyes widened in horror.

”Youʼre all bad girls!” she yelped with fright as if uncovering a grand conspiracy. ”Youʼre calling Master a liar!”

The women could only chuckle wryly as a response, forced to accept that there was no changing Blossomʼs mind. No argument, no logic could sway her unwavering devotion toward the man she selected as her sole, eternal master. In her eyes, Quinlan could do no wrong. Every action, every decision he made had to have sound reasoning behind it.

Even if it was obvious he was just messing around, spouting nonsense. She would take his words as fact, assuming that her brain was too lacking to understand his true greatness.

*Crack!*

Ronan and the boys did their utmost to make the bondage devices as durable as possible, but it seemed the gag was no match for Kitsaraʼs strong jaws, as in the next moment, she shattered it apart before spitting its remains out. ”Iʼll tell Father about how youʼre treating me you motherfuckEEEEEEEEERRRR!” Her threats were cut short when Quinlan twisted her nipples, chuckling ominously.

At that moment, he truly looked like a mad villain.

”I wonder what Vargis would think,” he mused with a dark glint shining in his eyes. ”If he knew his daughter willingly accepted being [Subjugated]… without asking for a single clause to protect her rights.” His lips curled into a cruel smirk. ”Kekeke… If I wanted, I could order you to never speak with your father ever again, or worse...”

Kitsaraʼs eyes widened in utter disbelief. Then, a torrential downpour of obscenities burst forth from her delicate lips, cursing her lover out of existence. Quinlanʼs only response was villainous laughter, along with two sharp, resounding spanks to her voluptuous rear. The impact sent a sensual ripple through the rapidly reddening mounds, drawing a strangled moan from her throat.

”Daddy is going off the deep end… Kitsara knows how to push his buttons way too well,” Aurora commented wryly, accepting a bottle of wine from Emily, who had just returned. She poured a glass for everyone except Blossom, who was already chugging a tankard of tasty milk.

”I wouldʼve stepped in by now, but…” Ayame observed the scene while rolling her eyes.

The six women shared a deadpan stare as they took in Kitsaraʼs condition.

A full-on flooding was happening—and not just from her mouth, which continued spewing curses at a truly impressive rate. Her other lips were oozing lady juices at a speed none of them thought humanly possible. Without Quinlan once touching Kitsara between the legs, she was already rivaling Blossomʼs infamous squirting sprees.

It was just plain absurd.

Emily, who had been observing the display in muted silence, finally gathered the bravery to speak up. Her voice was laced with hesitation as she asked, ”My ladies, might this lowly one ask for clarification?” 𝐫ἁＮ𝘰ＢÊṡ

”Clarisse is working fast I see,” Ayame mused before smiling at the maid gently, ”No need to put on such airs around us, Emily. Especially not in our own home.”

”I understand,” the maid nodded her head, replicating the samuraiʼs tender smile. ”I just wished to ask… was Lady Kitsara truly a maiden until today? I find it… hard to believe.”

She was clearly struggling to remain respectful of her masterʼs lover, consequently making her a lady she was ought to serve with utmost respect. It wasnʼt an easy thing to do.

Lucille sighed, shaking her head. ”I donʼt understand what Papa Ironfang did to make his daughter turn out this deranged. Usually, itʼs the girls who grow up without a father who end up… displaying similar behavioral patterns. Not the ones raised by one. Especially not when that father in question is as traditional and masculine as Vargis. It would be one thing if he were a spineless coward like Robert who Kitsara could walk all over, but…”

”I bet she overheard her maids talking about their steamy escapades with their husbands. Or maybe even their secret lovers...” Aurora mused out loud. A slow nod of her head followed as if she had just solved a grand mystery.

”Sheʼs what, fifty years old? This probably started as innocent curiosity when she was a young adult, but over the decades… said curiosity transformed, twisting and devolving into what we see today.”

The enchantress swirled her wine thoughtfully as if she were contemplating fate itself before continuing, ”I bet if sheʼd had the chance to lay with a man decades ago, she wouldnʼt have turned out like this. But sheʼs the princess of the dogkin people, who are all about loyalty. She didnʼt have the luxury to sleep around if her heart so desired.

We know Vargis didnʼt wish to use her as a political tool, but that doesnʼt mean he would allow her to smear his familyʼs name in the eyes of their people by getting passed around like a brothel worker. She would quite likely be forced to go all-in on the first man she lay with... This made her abstain for many decades, biding her time until a man she wanted to go all-in on arrived.

When a unique person like Quin stepped into the palace, a ʼhumanʼ who had a dogkin willingly swear her eternal loyalty to while displaying obvious signs of being madly in love with him, it made her think it was finally time to pounce.”

Another lull washed over the ladies, digesting the groupʼs eccentric researcherʼs words. Although Aurora preferred to maintain her adorable princess persona when Quinlan was around, she had no reservations about letting her intelligence shine in the presence of her friends.

After the lull, a collective sigh left their lips.

They all took a sip of their wine glasses in perfect sync.

Kitsara let out another shrill, obscenity-laced moan.

Quinlan chuckled darkly before wondering out loud if she was the kind of woman who would enjoy the candle wax treatment.

She replied by making an oath of her own, declaring that she would train hard until she became strong enough to peg him. This whole pegging idea was just Kitsaraʼs way to get her man into the mood she wished him to enter, but in her eagerness, she overshot the goal. However, now, her heart demanded she exact vengeance, making this nonsensical pegging idea of hers slowly gain momentum in her mind as the correct course of action she should be taking.

Blossom kept drinking her milk while observing even the minutest motions of the love of her life interact with the unruly foxkin. She was etching the notion that she must never be a bad girl ever again into the deepest parts of her soul.

ʼMy saviors are the weirdest group of people Iʼd ever heard of, let alone interacted with…!!ʼ Emily cried inwardly while equipping the most polite, professional smile she could find in her repertoire, refusing to display a single shred of her true thoughts. Her heart had been set on becoming an elegant maid rivaling Clarisseʼs display of utmost professinalism.

At the end of the day, she worked here now.

And she had a feeling sheʼd seen nothing just yet.

After all, the groupʼd barely spent any time home thus far.

ʼJust how will this place look like in a few yearsʼ time?ʼ The mature maid sighed inwardly, feeling ready to faint at a momentʼs notice.

She knew perfectly well her eccentric master had a truly ʼuniqueʼ taste in women and would bring in more crazy chicks into his home soon enough. As his strength grew, so did the age and power of the ladies he could court without getting beaten to a pulp… And if Emily knew one thing, that would be that with age came the unraveling of the mind.

Meaning…

The bitches would only get more unhinged from here on out.