Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"Mm-hmm." The sound escaped Pyris's lips like a predator's satisfied purr, his expression maintaining that mask of polite interest while his mind carved through layers of imperial deception with surgical precision.

So, it was like that.

The pieces of a vast, intricate puzzle crystallized before him—each fragment of information Mia had whispered in shadowed alcoves, every rumor that had drifted through the academy's halls, all the carefully orchestrated political theater he'd witnessed. It painted a picture of imperial ruthlessness that would have impressed even the most calculating of dragons.

The Human Emperor possessed a sprawling brood of offspring, much like Dracula's legendary vampire progeny, but unlike the ancient bloodsucker who viewed each child as a potential successor, this mortal sovereign wielded his children like chess pieces—valuable only insofar as they served the empire's ambitions.

Among his chosen few stood Prince Kaelion, the golden heir who bore not one but two crowns of destiny. Crown Prince of the Human Empire was merely his earthly title; far more significant was his recent ascension as Champion of the Eternal Sun, God Heris himself. Divine favor flowed through the prince's veins like molten gold, marking him as one of the most dangerous mortals breathing.

Then there was Prince Alexander—Alexa's twin, yet her opposite in every way that mattered to their father.

Spoiled beyond redemption, the prince possessed the kind of arrogance that could only flourish in those born to power but lacking the strength to truly wield it. At least, lacking such strength before Pyris had entered the equation. But Alexander's talent burned bright enough to eclipse his sister's former mediocrity, and in the emperor's calculating gaze, potential always outweighed sentiment.

It was a harsh truth that resonated with the very fabric of this world—power determined worth, and worth determined love.

Yet one anomaly had nagged at Pyris's consciousness like a splinter beneath perfect skin.

Lekiza.

How had a human princess ascended to the Academy Presidency when representatives from the ancient Chaos Demons, the Vampires, Dragons and other supremely powerful bloodlines had competed for the position? The answer now blazed before him with crystalline clarity, and he understood why whispered rumors claimed the emperor kept this particular daughter closer than even his divine champion son.

Lekiza wasn't just intelligent—she was a strategic genius whose calculating mind could unravel political webs that left seasoned courtiers gasping.

While her siblings postured and schemed with the subtlety of drunk ogres, she moved through the shadows of power like a wraith, her true influence hidden behind the facade of academic administration.

She was her father's secret weapon, the invisible hand that guided imperial policy from the darkness. Every major decision that shaped the empire's destiny was first dissected in clandestine meetings between father and daughter, their true partnership concealed so effectively that even the royal court remained ignorant.

The Academy President's mysterious disappearances from the academy during imperial court sessions suddenly made perfect sense—she was exactly where she needed to be, pulling strings from the shadows while others danced to her orchestrated tune.

Pyris's lips curved in a smile that held all the warmth of winter moonlight on a blade's edge. Now he understood the true nature of his opposition—and more importantly, whom he would need to conquer.

With fluid grace, he reached into his system's storage, reality bending subtly around his fingers as he withdrew the meticulously prepared documentation. The contracts materialized on the obsidian table like prophecies made manifest, their magical bindings shimmering with otherworldly authority.

"As previously negotiated," Pyris began, his voice carrying the measured cadence of someone accustomed to reshaping worlds with words, "the terms stand as agreed upon with my esteemed mother."

The Emperor's weathered hands moved through the documents with the practiced efficiency of a man who had built an empire on such agreements. His eyes scanned each clause, each binding phrase, searching for traps that simply weren't there—at least, not in the way he expected.

"Two million ARGOS VRMMORPG neural interfaces and one hundred thousand Void Matter cores," Pyris continued, each word falling like stones into still water, creating ripples of consequence that would spread far beyond this moment. "In exchange, Obsidian Tech receives three hundred billion Argos standard currency and one percent ownership of Silverlight Extraction rights through Obsidian Mines."

The Emperor nodded, satisfaction bleeding through his imperial composure. From his perspective, the arrangement was laughably favorable—one percent seemed like pocket change, a trivial concession for access to technology that would revolutionize his empire's capabilities. Even Lekiza's cautious counsel had been dismissed in favor of the glittering promise of enhanced power.

What the old fool couldn't see was the trap hidden in plain sight.

Pyris watched with predatory satisfaction as the Emperor pricked his finger, letting drops of royal blood fall onto the contract's binding sigils. The magical resonance that followed sealed not just an agreement, but a chain that would grow stronger with each passing year.

One percent today. But percentages compounded, and Pyris played games that stretched across decades, not mere seasons.

With this signature, he now held stakes in three of the realm's most significant mining operations—the Sly Mines through conquest, the Obsidian Mines through birthright, and now the Silverlight Extraction through this beautifully disguised trap. Each connection would strengthen the others, creating a network of influence that would make the Obsidian name synonymous with the realm's economic heartbeat.

The documents vanished back into dimensional storage with a whisper of displaced air, safely archived in a space that existed beyond mortal reach.

Several minutes passed in discussion of implementation schedules and logistical arrangements—the mundane details that transformed grand schemes into crushing reality. But Pyris could sense the shift in the emperor's demeanor, the way his posture changed as he prepared to broach the subject that had truly brought him here.

"Now then," the Emperor said, his voice taking on the weighted cadence of imperial proclamation, "I believe we must address the matter that hangs between us like morning mist."

Pyris raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, though every instinct in his draconic nature already knew what poisoned words would spill forth.

"My daughter, Alexandra." The name fell from the emperor's lips like a blade being drawn from its sheath. "Given her... intimate connection with your lordship, surely it would serve both our houses well to formalize such an alliance through proper matrimonial bonds."

The air itself seemed to still, as if the universe held its breath waiting for the dragon's response.

Pyris's golden eyes gleamed with something that might have been amusement—if amusement could freeze blood in mortal veins.

'How utterly predictable. These mortals never learn, do they?'

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