Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Leonhardt observed the fat Lord as he leaned closer and reached out. His palm almost touched the human's chest before an ember of black fire flickered on the surface of his palm. Hidden by the frilly fabric of the Lord, it fluttered inside the fat man's chest.

That's it...

His fire would linger in the Lord's chest for the next twenty-four hours, a death sentence. For every hour that passed, it would burn a portion of his heart. The slow heat eventually cooks the man from the inside out.

"Eat this." He handed a potion to Lord Assquat. A small glass bottle with a dark liquid sloshing around inside. It was thick and syrupy like molasses.

This potion will act as a painkiller, blocking his awareness of the heat or pain.

Mossi is too talented...

He couldn't help but enjoy the benefits of hiring the goblin as his private alchemist and in charge of growing these strange herbs and concoctions.

Assquat looked at Leonhardt, while Leonhardt shook the potion. "Drink it." His voice was low, commanding and laced with a sense of danger that caused the human to take the bottle with his trembling hand.

"If you disobey my orders, I'll be taking your life right here and now."

The fat man nodded furiously and gulped down the medicine as fast as he could.

He gagged the moment the black ichor bubbled and slid down his throat, causing Leonhardt to chuckle, because he knew how horrible it tasted.

It was disgusting.

When Mossi tested the potion, she made Griv drink it, and he collapsed several times.

"Alba, Vasha can you prepare to leave? At least pack up for today."

Leonhardt stopped paying attention to the fat man and instead focused on the necessary people. He didn't come here to watch humans make fools of themselves. But planned to kill the Lord and then usurp his position while maintaining a sense of anonymity while doing so.

"Are you sure?"

"I'll go start packing." Vasha smiled; the darkness on her face remained, but it wasn't quite as bad as when the Lord first appeared. Alba, on the other hand, looked apologetic.

"Don't worry, I made a promise and I won't let you suffer."

Before he finished speaking, the two dark elves tossed the unconscious guards beside the Lord, their boots covered in blood after stomping on their faces.

"Well, Asshat, you should head back to the castle and stop bothering people."

"I-I will!" His voice trembling as he tried to stand up, but slipped on his piss.

"Let me help you up." Leonhardt snapped his fingertips, and a burst of pure mana slammed into the Lord's stomach, sending his body rolling back, the two guards following.

"Disgusting..."

He flicked his hand, releasing a wave of wind that washed the ground and cleared the scent. Then, with another snap of his finger, a small ember of black flame burned on his index, its flickering light shimmering in his golden eyes.

Then, with a gesture, it burned the ground and scent of the human away, leaving the air clean and with a slight vanilla fragrance.

"Well, shall we continue?" He spoke to the dark elves that vanished and a straggler who was peeking from the corner. "Olga."

"Ack!?"

The lovely orc peeked from the corner, only to be caught by his smiling face.

"Master!"

She ran over to him, and with a quick bow, her plump breasts spilt from the flimsy shirt of her battle armour.

Her breath came out in short bursts, as if she'd been running for miles.

Before anyone else could see the sight, Leonhardt's large palm covered her chest, and adjusted her clothes... his hand was almost the same size as her slightly drooping bosom.

"Such a cute and careless little orc. you're a girl, take more care when other men are around."

Olga's cheeks turned deep red, her bronze skin shimmering in the sunlight as she covered her face and spoke with a high-pitched voice. "Cute!?" She squealed with glee, "I'm not a child!" She pouted like an embarrassed maiden.

"I see, you're a strong, mature woman, forgive me."

"Hmph!"

Leonhardt's frown vanished, washed away by the amusing sight of Olga. "Anyway, why are you here?"

She looked around, then leaned closer to whisper something, "Mistress sent me..."

"Mistress?"

Olga's cheeks became dark red, her head almost steaming from embarrassment.

"Ah... that... Miss Nyxara..."

He couldn't help but enjoy her strange reactions, which made it evident that Olga was awake during the night when he made love to Nyxara.

"What's wrong?" Leonhardt's smile shattered any defence the infatuated orc might have had, and she told him everything.

***

A short while later, Vasha and Alba stood outside their home with a small cart, full of various goods, dried meat and their belongings. Due to the nature of their life, the pair avoided collecting too many trinkets and saved most of their money in large, ornate pots. Each one needed Leonhardt to help lift onto the cart.

"I should come up with a currency that can be carried around..." He muttered.

That's when Nyxara appeared, wearing an elegant silk robe, wrapped around her with a thick belt and veil.

"My dear, sorry for taking too long."

The dress danced in the air, flowing with her hips as the red cloth fluttered in the wind. Her alluring scent was enough to cause every male in the area to drool with a hot passion.

"Ooh... such beauty!" Even Alba couldn't stop staring at the Dark elf wrapped in his nation's traditional garb, but it was clear she only had eyes for her husband.

"Nyxara, you look too beautiful. After all those emerald eyes are more beautiful than gemstones."

Leonhardt didn't miss a beat; he stepped forward while ignoring the stares and kissed Nyxara's forehead, causing her blush to grow deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his embrace.

"But forgive me, I have a request for you and the dark elves."

"Mm?" Her face looked Intoxicated, maybe by his scent and heat, as she tilted her head.

"What should I do, Master?"

He looked back at the village entrance and sighed.

"I'm sending you back to Luka with these two..."

Nyxara looked confused and glanced over his shoulder at Vasha and Alba. She knew he would come here to recruit new people for their city, but it seemed he wanted something special this time.

"Please take care of them and ensure that everyone knows they are my special guests, and prepare a decent sized shop for them to settle down in, my lovely Nyxara."

"Yes, I shall protect them."

Nyxara's eyes shimmered, her body trembling a little from the task. "But I really wanted to be with you a little longer..."

Her desire wasn't greedy, and Leonhardt knew that, so he just cuddled her close and whispered in her ear, the context bringing a distorted smile to her lips as she gripped his neck tightly.

"...Then I will hold you to that promise."

She slipped away and, with the snap of her finger, four dark elf warriors appeared from the shadows and helped Alba and Vasha with their belongings. Each wrapped in tight-fitting armour with a black leather covering their chest and a dark silk cape, it wasn't hard to imagine that they were the elite women trained by Nyxara herself.

"Don't do anything dangerous, Nyx."

"I won't my dear husband."

Alba and Vasha looked at him with confused eyes as the dark elves pulled the heavy cart, while the two were lifted and sat on the top of the cart, like a royal couple riding through the streets.

"What are your plans?" Alba called out as Nyxara climbed into the front seat and took hold of the reins. The horses she used weren't just any old beasts but a pair of muscular black horse monsters.

"I'll be cleaning up this place, and then return to Luka after enjoying a little holiday with this cute girl." He rubbed the silky hair of Olga, who blushed.

"Be careful!" Vasha shouted back as the carriage rolled away.

"I will." He replied.

Leonhardt watched them go for a moment before he turned around and headed deeper into the village. His boots sank into the muddy road, mud squelching beneath each step. He glanced at Olga, whose face looked more relaxed now she was away from the others.

"What should I do?"

"How about we just have some fun, it seems like you do nothing but work and fight with Lina recently."

"M-Master, but... what about my duty!?"

"Heh~ then how about you serve me in bed to make up for it?"

"MASTER!" The lovely orc's cheeks became bright red as she walked faster, her hand grasping him tightly.

***

Leonhardt and Olga toured the small village, and all around them were various shops selling different goods, but none of them stood out like Alba's skewers.

"How is the cloth?" He asked the orc who spent the past ten minutes choosing between a desert silk and western cotton.

To Leonhardt, they looked the same, although the desert silk felt softer and carried more vibrant colours than the cotton.

According to Olga, the cotton product retained heat and had high durability for daily use. Like underwear... not that he would wear anything under his clothes unless made by one of his girls, especially if they made them.

"I'm taking these!"

In the end, he watched Olga bargain with the old lady, buying three bundles of cotton in navy blue and a sheet of blood red silk that reminded him of Asuka's hair.