Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The estate was bathed in soft golden light as the morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the sleek, modern interior of the living room. Outside, the vast property stretched into carefully manicured gardens, their dewdrops glistening under the sunlight.

It was a peaceful, almost perfect morning—except for Emilia, who was anything but at peace.

Seated on the plush leather couch, Emilia was buried in documents, her eyes darting between reports, contracts, and launch schedules. Normally, her mornings revolved around handling matters related to Obsidian Enterprises, but today, she was also overseeing final preparations for the big launch event tonight helping Esmeralda, Suzie and Lizzie.

Stacks of paperwork sat around her like fortresses, her tablet resting on the armrest with multiple tabs open, notifications popping up left and right. A coffee cup, untouched and now probably cold, was off to the side—evidence of how deep she was into her work.

Her mind raced a mile a minute, flipping between company logistics, financial forecasts, and security protocols for tonight.

Then, her phone buzzed.@@novelbin@@

A message notification flashed across the screen.

{Miss Emilia, how long should I await for… The meeting you promised me?!}

Emilia groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This one is persistent," she muttered under her breath.

How many months had she been dodging this woman? And yet, she still wasn't giving up.

This was the same woman who had wanted to meet Pyris ever since he took over Obsidian Tech. She'd been trying to get an audience with him for ages, pushing through Emilia at every opportunity. Even Pyris himself had once told Emilia to set something up, but between his insane schedule and Emilia straight-up forgetting, it never happened.

Pyris had been intrigued by the sudden interest and had felt something mysterious wrapped in the intentions of this woman he just didn't know what it was that's why he—one of the reasons why he'd agreed to meet her but it never happened.

But now?

Emilia sighed, tapping her fingers against her thigh. "Now that he's planning to cut a few things from his schedule… maybe I can squeeze her in."

If someone was this determined, it usually meant one of two things—either they had something of actual value, or they were just another opportunist trying to force a meeting with the most powerful man in the realm. Emilia had seen plenty of both.

Emilia sighed, tapping out a quick reply:

{I'll arrange the meeting soon and let you know the date.}

Almost instantly, another message popped up.

{I'll be attending the launch event tonight as well. If Pyris has a free moment, I'd love to meet him there.}

Emilia leaned back against the couch, shaking her head with a small, knowing smile. "Oh, honey… you think that man is gonna have time for politics tonight?"

Yeah, no. Pyris wasn't about to waste his night schmoozing with politicians and CEOs. She could already picture the night—Pyris avoiding all the tedious political nonsense. That was exactly the kind of thing he left to her, Emberly, and sometimes Anastasia if she felt like playing. He'd be laser-focused on the real business—whatever the hell that was.

That man never wasted time on the expected.

Still, Emilia admired the woman's persistence. Nobody chased after a meeting this hard unless they had something really worth hearing. And honestly? Pyris had been looking forward to meeting her at one point. He just… forgot.

Decision made, she texted back.

{Pyris is fully booked for the night. If this meeting is important, let's schedule it after the launch when he's actually free.} The reply came the second she put her phone down.

{Understood. I'm fine with waiting, but I still want to meet Pyris before we actually talk business.}

Emilia exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Damn, she really doesn't let up." Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

Fine. If she wanted to meet Pyris that badly, Emilia would make sure she got through her first.

{Alright. We'll meet first before you speak with Pyris.}

{Okay! Looking forward to it!}

Emilia stared at the screen for a moment before chuckling to herself, tucking her legs up onto the couch. "I swear, this man gets women hooked before they even meet him in person." She smirked. "What do I expect from a lust dragon if not a harem?"

With that, she rolled her shoulders and got back to her paperwork, her mind already shifting gears. She didn't even wonder why the woman was directly calling Pyris his name as of they knew each other on personal level.

From across the room, a voice chimed in.

"Look at you, all busy in your husband's work…"

The rhythmic click of heels against marble echoed as Emberly descended the grand staircase, her presence commanding attention without effort. Draped in a flowing midnight-blue dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, she looked like a vision—elegance wrapped in power.

Her silver hair cascaded down her back, shimmering like molten moonlight, each strand catching the morning glow that filtered through the vast windows. There was something different today, something almost surreal. Emilia swore there was a golden hue surrounding Emberly, as if the very air around her shimmered with an electric charge of beauty and allure.

The graceful mistress of House Obsidian was nothing short of breathtaking.

Emilia stood quickly, her usual composure slipping for just a second before she straightened, bowed, and greeted her master. "Good morning, Mistress."

Emberly waved her off almost instantly, her lips curving into an amused smirk. "Now, now, Emilia, must we keep up with the formalities? You are Pyris's woman now—there's no need for all this bowing nonsense."

Emilia hesitated, lifting her head. "But Mistress—"

"No 'Mistress' either." Emberly's tone was firm but playful, her striking eyes narrowing slightly. "All of my son's women call me 'Mother.' Nothing else. Give or take."

Emilia froze.

A hot flush climbed up her neck as she swallowed, her brain refusing to process that sentence properly. Mother?

Her fingers clenched at her sides, her thoughts spiraling. She had known this was inevitable—the shift in status, the change in her role—but calling Emberly… Mother? The word caught in her throat, stuck like it physically refused to leave her lips.

Emberly leaned back with a wicked grin, enjoying the struggle. "Will you look at that? My little succubus student can't even call me 'Mother' without stuttering." She chuckled, shaking her head. "Are you sure you're a succubus, Emilia? You act like the complete opposite of what your kind represents."