Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Silent Night stood quietly, keeping her gaze down as warmth filled the room. The Obsidian Estate, a place once synonymous with power and ruthlessness, now felt different. There was laughter, casual intimacy, and something she had never witnessed before—genuine warmth. It was unnatural. No… it was unnatural to her.

She had spent her life as the sharpest blade of the Dragon Emperor, an envoy feared across empires, her presence alone enough to silence rooms. But now, she stood here, stripped of that purpose. Bound. Not as an ally, nor even as a guest—a slave.

Albeit, a very special slave, at least given the words of the duchess herself. What more could she ask for?

Her master, Pyris, had completely subdued her. She could feel it in the deepest part of her soul, where the Eternal's Seal had wrapped around her very essence. It had rewritten what she was, leaving no room for rebellion. No matter how much she had resisted at first, the truth was undeniable—her will no longer belonged to her.

And yet… it didn't feel like she had imagined.

She had expected chains, torment, humiliation—something befitting a conquered warrior. But instead, Pyris ignored her unless he had a reason to acknowledge her. Emberly, his mother, only spared her a brief look before moving on after a chat. Emilia, Alexa, and Alera didn't even treat her like a rival or enemy.

It was as if her existence barely mattered to them.

That was more unsettling than anything.

She had been prepared for suffering, for the cruel whims of a master who would break her spirit, for the suffocating weight of servitude. Instead, she stood here in a home filled with warmth, where Pyris kissed his women openly, where they teased and laughed, where Emberly watched them all with the knowing amusement of a matriarch.

And she? She was nothing but a silent observer, unworthy of participating in this strange, foreign world. Silent Night clenched her fists, her nails pressing into her palms as an unfamiliar, painful emotion stirred in her chest.

Emberly sat in the grand living room of the Obsidian Estate, a cup of black tea resting between her fingers as her gaze subtly drifted across the room. The golden morning light filtered through the massive windows, casting a warm glow over everything—yet her mind was far from the serenity of the scene.

Her eyes settled first on Emilia, who was curled up on one of the couches, reviewing documents with the intense focus of a woman who refused to fall behind.

The succubus had been raised under Emberly's own guidance, molded into the sharp, capable force she was now. Yet, despite being a succubus, Emilia lacked the natural arrogance and seduction her kind flaunted so effortlessly.

She was too disciplined, too devoted—too much like a human in love. It was… peculiar.

Then there was Alexa, sitting beside Emilia, her golden hair cascading like sunlight, her expression calm yet watchful. The seer had a wisdom beyond her years, Alexa's ability to glimpse the future made her dangerous, yet instead of being manipulative, she wielded it with quiet patience. It was no wonder Pyris trusted her so deeply.

And then… Alera. A sharp contrast to the other two, she was sprawled lazily on the armrest of the couch, one leg hanging off the side, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Her dark, reflective hair shimmered in the sunlight as she tapped at her nails in idle amusement.

Alera was trouble, in the most alluring way possible—mischievous, confident, and completely unafraid of staking her claim on Pyris whenever she saw fit.

Unlike Emilia, unlike Alexa, Alera had walked a different path to reach where she was now.

She, too, had once been human, a wanderer who believed herself cursed. She had nearly perished in the Grove at the hands of her fellow adventurers, lost and forgotten, until Pyris had found her—saved her. And in doing so, she had become something more.

Now, she wielded necromancy, a power no one else possessed. Emberly, ever a collector of knowledge, knew this power had once existed long ago—an art that had vanished with time. It had been also once wielded by one entity before it was lost: Eternal Void.

And yet, Alera held it now, effortlessly commanding forces long thought erased from existence.

But that wasn't all. No, another the true enigma lay in the shadows.

The Nexus Shadow. A living, breathing shadows—something she shared with Pyris, an affinity that connected them on a level even Emberly could not fully unravel.

It was fitting, Emberly mused, watching the girl's easy smirk. Alera had survived when the world would've let her die. She had grasped powers beyond reason, adapted them as if they were hers all along. And yet, she lounged here, utterly at ease, as if she wasn't a living contradiction to fate itself.

Trouble. Beautiful, powerful, and absolutely dangerous trouble.

Emberly let out a slow breath, her grip tightening ever so slightly on the teacup. "So different… yet drawn to the same man." She couldn't be more proud of her son.

She had known many women in her youth. Powerful ones. Cunning ones. Many who would have torn each other apart for the favor of a man like Pyris. And yet… here, there was no petty rivalry. No desperate attempts to outshine the other. Instead, there was understanding and playfulness. A strange, unspoken bond between them.

"Pyris changes things." She took another sip. "Hells, it was almost poetic."

She could see it. House Obsidian was no longer just a legacy of power and dominance—it was evolving. Shifting. Becoming something… else.

Her gaze flickered to Silent Night, the newest addition to Pyris' ever-growing circle, standing stiffly near the entrance, still uncertain of her place. There was a quiet resolve in her stance, as if she still couldn't accept how easily she had been pulled into this world, how naturally she had fallen into submission under Pyris' control but only later to fully embrace it.

Emberly smiled, Silent Night was smart to know where there was an opportunity and grasp it with no hesitation.

She stood there, stiff as a board, as if breathing wrong might summon divine punishment. Emberly arched a brow. The woman— she was, looking like a once lost kitten that had wandered into a lion's den and only to be devoured and owned.

Silent Night shifted, clearly sensing the scrutiny. Emberly only smiled, slow and knowing.

Oh, she was going to have fun watching this one figure things out.

A small, knowing smile graced Emberly's lips. "You'll learn soon enough, dear," she thought.

Because in this house, power was no longer a game of individual survival. House Obsidian had never been conventional, but this? This was something new entirely. Something absurd. Something strangely warm.

It was something far more dangerous.

Something… unshakable.

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And Emberly, for all her sharp wit and experience, wasn't entirely sure what to make of it.

But damn if it wasn't entertaining.

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These chapters were about exploring the dynamics.