Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Leonhardt leaned back against the hard inn wall with a smile. The thick scent of sweet and spicy meat lingered after buying extra to take home with them. Without shame, he removed his robe and tossed it across the room, sitting nude on the bed.

"I want to have those two become members of our kingdom..."

Leon closed his eyes, resting in the seemingly empty room.

However, from the small door across from him, beside the makeup table and small desk, there was complimentary fruit and four eyes peeking through the gap.

"Move dark elf!"

"Ugh... damn orc stop pushing me!"

He pretended not to know and sat with his legs apart while leaning on one knee.

The two women had spent the past half hour fighting over meat skewers, and now they fought over peeping.

"Look at it... it brings even orcs to shame!"

"Hmph! Comparing our master to anything other than a god is wrong!"

Nyxara's blind worship seemed to have reached an all-time high, although Olga was no better...

"You're so perverted Nyxara!"

"You just want to jump on him too!"

They argued, though both remained watching Leonhardt as he sat there naked, his body relaxed and his hand cupped under his chin.

He closed his eyes while letting the other part of his brain examine the sights and things their group experienced since arriving in the village. The buildings were flimsy and made using substandard materials. The market wasn't efficient, and there appeared to be no laws preventing theft or violence.

What worried Leonhardt was the lack of patents and copyright on the stall's meats.

When he walked to the north end, he found another stall with expensive meat, a silver-plated stall with two guards, and the taste was nothing compared to the first stall; if anything, it was barely a cheap copy.

All that resembled the other was the colour.

Dangerous, that was his thought upon seeing the stall.

"The other stall has money and support from the village, or someone higher. It could end with that couple becoming cornered..."

Thankfully, he provided his details, explaining how the City of Luka accepts all people and protects their trade, lives, and overall livelihood.

But even if they moved, there might still be some problems...

'I need to send more men to the border...' Leonhardt didn't open his eyes but knew from the mana in the room which pair of legs belonged to whom.

Olga and Nyxara, obviously not content with peeking from behind, now sneaked towards him step by step...

"Shhh.... is he sleeping?"

"Don't speak... master has amazing ears."

The elf and orc bickered with each other, coming close enough to touch his thigh, their hands a little cold, both slightly rough from their fierce training and harsh lives.

Leonhardt waited for the moment they reached close enough to his crotch, then opened his eyes with a sharp snap.

"What are you doing girls?"

He enjoyed the instant reaction. Nyaxara used her shadow step to vanish and reappear at the door within a fraction of a second, but the poor Olga froze with her hand hovering above his member.

"Do you want to touch it Olga?"

The question was more of a joke to help her step back, but...

"Of course!"

Olga's warm palm suddenly gripped Leonhardt's meat, the small hands of the petite orc barely able to wrap around the dormant form of his snake as she observed it with shining eyes.

"E-Eh? Master, but why?" Nyxara's sad voice faded thanks to the sound of Olga licking her lips, staring down at the heavy flesh that flopped between both her small palms.

She slid both hands down to the base before dragging them up to the mushroom head, rubbing her thumb across the tip.

"Ooooh! It's a little wet!"

What should I do here...

Leonhardt's parallel thought didn't help; he just watched the pretty orc biting her lips with her extended fangs.

As she continued to move her hands, the strange scene was enough to cause blood to start flowing towards her snake, as if it were evolving into a dragon—it raised its head in Olga's palms, and the tip squished her lips.

"Ah... it became big..."

Her words only served to spur on his erection. Leonhardt felt his member twitching as it slowly grew under Olga's gaze. Her eyes shone as she watched the heavy meat rise. It pressed against her cheeks and pointed to the ceiling.

"Can you stop, Olga?" Leonahardt asked, the situation becoming embarrassing for him, but Olga's mind was focused on his crotch as if nothing else existed. Even after sitting still with his member deforming her cheeks like an angry dragon, Olga's eyes remained locked on the monster before them.

"..."

Nyxara trembled in silence as she watched from the doorway.

Leonhardt glanced at her shadow form and noticed her sharp glare aimed at Olga.

"Stop!"

This time, he put power into his voice and gripped Olga's wrist firmly, pulling them up as he sat forward with a smile.

"I'm not mad, Olga."

He could feel the fear in her arm as she trembled, so he spoke calmly before pulling her forward with a quick movement.

I can't blame them when I sat like this in the first place, but he had planned to take a quick bath in the dungeon and was waiting for the System to confirm that his presence in the village was enough to use his DP to conquer this village.

"Mm, I know it's strange to sit naked on the bed. But seeing both of you peeking from the door made me curious." He said with a faint smile, then looked at Nyaxara, who was now standing just a little in front of him.

"I'll be heading back to the dungeon soon, but only for a short while."

"Eh? where are you going?" Olga asked.

She seemed sad; her expression dropped as she leaned closer.

Leonhardt didn't want her upset, so he wrapped one arm around her waist and gripped her chin with his free hand. "Do you want to join me in the baths?" He winked at Nyxara so she wouldn't become jealous; her darkness faded with a pout.

***

The bath was large enough to accommodate all the women in Embervale's castle, which now housed the Elves and Dark Elves, who also remained under Lina's command.

However, when Leonhardt entered, it became locked, something Zafira insisted upon, so only he could bring people in with him when visiting the baths.

"Though I could have used my private bath, it's much better to use this one with multiple people."

He saved his private bath for his lovers, and Olga wasn't a lover yet.

On cue, the moment he appeared.

Seven succubi appeared in cute swimming costumes.

The beautiful Lilim led the ground, with long limbs, she pulled out several seats and soaps from the shelves, her delicate hooves tapping the floor in a rhythmic tone. "Master Leonhardt, you finally came."

Beside her, the lazy Nessa licked along the waterproof flooring, the fur on her thighs silky and soft as she turned to greet the trio with her droopy eyes. "Sire... you came."

"Dad!"

"Ah~ my beloved master!"

Vyx and Sera rushed towards him excitedly.

They ran over with their arms wide open, but before they could touch him, a white light flashed through the air, causing the two succubi to collapse onto the ground.

"Calm down, don't run in the bathroom. Our Father is here to relax." Vel scolded the two troublemakers with both hands on her hips with a sharp glare.

And finally, he noticed Nyra already sitting on a seat, patting beside her.

"Papa... come wash."

"What!?"

"Eh?"

The daughters of desire quickly rushed towards the two women, pulling Olga and Nyxara to their seats and began to wash their hair and bodies without complaint.

This female bath initially didn't have anyone helping, but the girls all decided to help and turned out to be quite skilled. Many of the dark elf and goblin women came here for a weekly massage from Vel and Lilim.

"Nyra you've prepared a seat for me?" He asked with a smile.

She patted the spot next to her; it wasn't immediately obvious, as there were plenty of seats, but Leonhardt knew she was sitting in the seat that Zafira always occupied for her massages, the best position in the room.

"Papa, the bubbles are going to vanish!"

Leonhardt felt his heart melt as he saw this little pseudo-daughter pouting up at him; he sat down and leaned back against the chair just as Nyxara let out a sharp groan, followed by a low crack in her back.

Leonhardt had never had a full-body massage, but he enjoyed the sensation of soft hands running over his body.

His muscles were stiff from sitting too long and training with his monsters.

"What a peaceful bath."

He mumbled while watching the small timer counting down. For each goblin that entered the human territory, the counter shrank by a minute. This counter would help him conquer the village earlier.

It's been so hectic; I forgot to take some time to relax...

But right now, Leonhardt was happy.

A smile formed on his lips as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.