Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Minutes later the atmosphere in the estate felt… warm. A ridiculous thing to notice, but Silent Night couldn't help it. She had expected something else—formality, restraint, a quiet undercurrent of tension. But this? This was banter. Playfulness. Affection. What they didn't know or what Alexa didn't tell them—This was calm before the storm she let them this warmth embrace them before the storm owned the whole Dragon Empire.

Emilia, still tucked against Pyris' chest from their earlier hug, let out an exaggerated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as she leveled a deadpan stare at the two intruders. "You know," she drawled, voice dripping with the kind of patiently murderous energy only a woman interrupted at the worst moment could muster, "for a seer, you sure have a terrible sense of timing."

Alexa, utterly unrepentant, simply smiled. "Oh, but sister, fate works in mysterious ways."

Emilia scoffed, arms crossing tight. "Fate didn't make you walk down those stairs. Your nosiness did and pinned it on Alexa."

Alera, standing just off to the side, placed a hand on her hip, watching the exchange with open amusement. "She's got a point, Lex. Maybe you saw the future and still decided to ruin their little lovefest. That's talent."

Alexa merely shrugged, unbothered. "Maybe I thought it would cute."

Pyris sighed, running a hand through his hair before reaching out and ruffling Alexa's golden locks. Not roughly, but enough to ruin the pristine smoothness of it. For a fraction of a second, her smug composure cracked—her mouth twitching, fingers snapping up to swat at his hand.

"Hey—"

"You deserved that," Pyris said, smirking.

Alexa huffed, smoothing her hair back into place with a dramatic flourish. Alera, however, was already on the offensive.

The dark-haired woman tilted her head slightly, letting the sunlight catch against her midnight strands. Her smirk was lazy, but sharp. "You know, Pyris," she mused, "you have a habit of slipping out of bed early. Almost like you're… running from something."

Pyris gave her a flat look. "I had training in the morning, Alera."

"Mmm, sure. Let's go with that."

Emilia, still half-melted into Pyris' warmth, muttered under her breath, "You don't have to say it like that, Alera."

"Oh, but I do."

Silent Night watched, utterly still, her mind whirling.

This level of unspoken trust, the way they moved around each other so seamlessly—the way Alexa barely reacted to Pyris touching her, the way Emilia leaned into him like it was second nature, the way Alera pushed his buttons without fear of consequence—it was… foreign.

Alien.

She wasn't sure what unsettled her more.

Emberly, seated nearby, watching with the kind of amusement only a mother could possess, sipped at her tea before casually remarking, "You'll need patience, my son."

Pyris exhaled through his nose, already knowing exactly where this was going. "I already have patience."

Emberly chuckled softly. Too softly. "Oh, you think you do." Emberly's smile was just a bit too knowing. The moment Emberly spoke, Pyris felt his soul leave his body.

"Well, well… look at you, my son." She swirled her tea, eyes twinkling with mischief breaking the spell she locked him in. "Not only have you gathered yourself quite the entourage, but you even managed to charm the Serenova family's little princess."

Pyris froze.

The room did not.

Alera and Emberly immediately snickered, while Emilia and Alexa both slowly turned their gazes toward him, expressions unreadable but—oh, he knew. He knew.

"…Who?" Emilia asked, her voice deceptively calm.

Alera, who usually knew everything, narrowed her eyes. "Yeah. Who's this Serenova girl?"

Pyris cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very aware of the daggers being telepathically launched at him. "S-Selene is… well, we met while training and—"

"—Chose that it was right to charm her instead?" Alexa's voice was edged, her body language dangerously controlled. "You going around collecting women like trophies, sweetheart?"

He wasn't all-knowing, but he at least knew that if Alexa reached him, nothing good was going to happen.

So, he backed up.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Hands raised in self-defense. "I-It's… you see, it wasn't my fault that she got hooked—apparently, I'm just too hot for women to ignore!"

Alera burst into laughter. "Oh-ho! He's proud of himself!"

Emberly chuckled, sipping her tea again. "Aren't you, Mr. Lust Dragon?"

"No, no! Not at all!" Pyris backed away further, putting the couch between him and Alexa. "It was purely uncalled for that she'd be interested in me! Who would've thought the Serenova Enterprises princess had such good taste in good lookers and prodigies like myself!"

The room descended into chaos.

Alera doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach. Emilia bit her lip, fighting a smile. Silent Night just… stared, unsure if she had walked into a tactical war room or a ridiculous comedy skit.

Alexa, on the other hand, was still approaching.

"Ohhh, you dragons sure know how to flaunt yourselves, don't you?" she mused, rolling her shoulders. "Good looker and prodigy? And why does it feel like you're running away for someone who's claiming to be so innocent?"

Pyris gulped.

Alexa's smirk widened. "Y'know… you are aware that I'm more powerful than you and can catch you in seconds, right?"

"You're wrong, Alexandra I am not running away!" Pyris swung dramatically toward Emberly, placing both hands on her shoulders. "You see, I'm just going to give Mother a nice, relaxing massage. She didn't get a good night's sleep, you know?"

Now right near the couch, Pyris grinned nervously as Emberly raised a perfectly knowing brow. Then, she patted his hand with all the warmth of a mother… before promptly betraying him.

"Haha, don't worry, son," Emberly said, eyes glittering with mischief. "The massage can come later."

Pyris whipped around, horror dawning on his face. He and his mother stared at each other, communicating purely through their expressions.

'Mother. Why are you betraying me?'

'I don't know what you're talking about, son.'

'You absolutely do. I trusted you.'

'A mistake, clearly.'

'You gave birth to me. I am your child. Your legacy.'

'And yet, somehow, still not my problem.' Pyris' eye twitched. Emberly took another leisurely sip of her tea. Alexa cracked her knuckles. Alera was actually wheezing with laughter. Emilia just looked like she was debating whether to help or let him burn.

Pyris took a step back.

Emberly raised her cup in mock encouragement.

'Don't run, son. It'll only make it worse.'

'I am literally fighting for my life right now away from a jealous wife, Mother.'

'And you're doing such a poor job of it.'

Pyris' nostrils flared. Alexa took another step forward.

His mother? She just smiled.

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The betrayal stung.

Alexa cracked her knuckles. "So come here, dear Pyris…"

Pyris mentally prepared to bolt.

Then—

"Why does it feel like someone's bullying my little brother, huh?" A new voice.

A savior.

Pyris' eyes lit up with salvation. "AURELIA!"

His big sister, Aurelia, stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression hovering between mild exasperation and fond amusement. She was tall, intimidating, and very much the cavalry.

Pyris immediately beckoned her over, eyes gleaming. "Yes, big sister! Alexandra here is—"

Aurelia's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Lex. You're bullying my little brother?"

Alexa, for the first time, hesitated.

Alera? Laughing so hard she was choking.

Emilia? Watching with gleeful curiosity.

Silent Night? Questioning every life choice that led her here.

And Pyris? Pyris was already hiding behind Aurelia, smirking like a smug little brat.