Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"Anyway," she shifted back to business, "how was the last performance in the Human Empire? I wasn't there. Pyris wanted me resting at home, so I'm trusting you two didn't burn the place down?"

"You know us, boss." Zaranrel offered a dazzling grin, straightening with his usual flair. "The crowd was wild. We delivered perfection, as always." Julienne nodded quietly.

Emilia nodded in approval. "Good. Now, focus. Tomorrow's gathering is more than just a performance. You two are the best in Argos. The best. You'll have powerful eyes on you—and I expect perfection. Understood?"

Zaranrel gave a dramatic bow. "Always, my lady."

Jasper smirked. "They won't disappoint, yes, know them."

"Good." Emilia's expression shifted, more serious. "The Demon Sovereigns are already here. And it's not just them. Even the Nepharions have arrived. Madam Zalaria Serenova is on the guest list as well!" Emilia knew what interested Zaranrel and what would get him engaged to prepare his best.

Exactly as she thought, Zaranrel blinked. "You're serious? The legendary prophetess?" Emilia nodded.

Zaranrel visibly swallowed. "W-wow. I mean… the Zalaria? She—"

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"Yes, boss."

Emilia's gaze then shifted, landing on Julienne with mild concern. "You've been quiet tonight. Everything alright?"

Julienne offered a thin smile. "Yeah. Just need some rest."

Emilia gestured toward the hallway. "Take the right corridor, third door. Guest rooms should be set up for you."

Julienne nodded, quietly leaving the group.

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The hallway was bathed in soft golden light from the chandelier above, the walls a flawless blend of black marble veined with silver, exuding quiet luxury.

Julienne's fingers trailed the cool stone absentmindedly as she walked, her mind far from the estate. The faintest scent of night-blooming jasmine lingered in the air, but she barely noticed.

Reaching the room, she shut the door gently behind her and collapsed onto the edge of the massive bed. The silken sheets whispered beneath her touch as she curled forward, resting her head on her folded knees.

The glow from her phone screen reflected in her downcast eyes.

Her lock screen.

A photo of Alexa and Pyris. The two most important people in her life. Julienne's breath hitched, her heart twisting in ways she couldn't quite explain.

"Why does he make me feel this way? Why can't I stop thinking about him... even when he's not here?" With a sigh, she set the phone aside and laid back against the pillows, letting exhaustion finally claim her.

Later that evening, the living room of the Obsidian Estate was filled with an unusual tension.

Madeline and Arabella stared at each other from opposite ends of the room, both visibly surprised.

"You… know my student?" Arabella asked, folding her arms, her sharp gaze narrowing at the half-elf standing before her.

Madeline, ever graceful, simply offered a knowing smile. Her hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. The half-elf librarian radiated a mysterious allure, but there was a sharpness to her eyes, like a predator masked in beauty.

"You mean my boyfriend?" she corrected, her voice calm but unmistakably smug. "Yeah, I know him quite well."

Arabella blinked, speechless for once. Boyfriend?

Madeline's smile turned teasing. "What's more intriguing, though, is how he managed to rope you in, Professor. He must have quite the charm for the great and mysterious Arabella to be so... attached."

Arabella shifted, frowning. She's not wrong.

She had spent weeks trying to understand how Pyris had flipped her so thoroughly. This wasn't how it was supposed to go—he was supposed to be under her control. She was supposed to recruit him. Not the other way around.@@novelbin@@

Rose, watching the exchange, clapped her hands together with a grin. "Alright, let's save the curiosity for later. Now—outfits. You two need to try them for tomorrow night."

The women exchanged glances but didn't argue.

But as they followed her, she couldn't help but notice something odd about Madeline—the half-elf had a mysterious aura around her which didn't escape the senses of the unawakened Celestial Fox.

Definitely more dangerous than she lets on.

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The chamber remained heavy with magic, the golden and silver energies coiled around the suspended forms of Alexa and Seraphina like living currents of raw divinity. Suddenly, the air shifted. A pulse—no, a heartbeat—thundered outward from Alexa's core, a wave so powerful the very runes etched into the walls dimmed in reverence.

The golden cocoon of energy around Alexa shattered.

A blinding flare of golden light erupted, forcing Zara to shield her eyes. Anastasia didn't flinch, only narrowing her gaze as the transformation unfolded before her.

There she was. No longer the girl they knew.

Alexa hovered midair, her figure more developed, matured, yet radiant in a way that seemed beyond mortal comprehension. Her hair, once a gentle golden, had deepened into a dark gold, rich and metallic, cascading down her back in waves that shimmered like molten sunlight. Her skin was flawless, glowing with an inner brilliance, while her body had transformed—voluptuous, powerful, with a divine feminine allure.

Ample curves, full breasts, wide hips, and a perfectly sculpted waist accentuated her presence, but it was not just beauty. It was power made manifest.

Her eyes...

Once a soft golden, now burned with a richer hue—molten gold mixed with streaks of pure golden flame, pulsating with every slow breath she took. As though she was gazing not at the present, but at eternity itself.

And then, her aura.

It didn't simply radiate—it pulsed. With every beat of her heart, waves of golden light rippled outward, pressing into the room like the pulse of a goddess. The stone itself responded, groaning under the pressure as the void shadows recoiled, unable to touch her presence without bending.

Still suspended midair, Alexa's gaze fell first upon Zara.

At first, confusion—her divine eyes searching, uncomprehending. She squinted as though trying to recognize her. Then... like a dam breaking, visions poured in.

Zara's entire month. Every action. Every emotion. The lonely nights of thought work, the worry for Pyris during the labyrinth adventure, the secret illusion she'd been trapped in—the false reunion with her long-departed family.

A flawless recount of every detail unfolded before Alexa's mind, and yet it was not overwhelming. It was absolute. She simply knew.

Her Divine Eyes had fully awakened.

And yet... there was more.

Her gaze shifted to Anastasia. But this time... nothing.

No visions. No knowledge. Just a void where the past and future should have unfolded. Anastasia stared back, intrigued, but unbothered by Alexa's confusion.

'Why can't I see her past? Or her future?' she could peek into the future for at least the next two minutes, but it depends on the power rank.