Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Her yandere insecurities bled through in the breaking of her voice.

Quinlan's response came not in words, but in motion. His hand lifted, slow and deliberate, and settled heavily on her head. "Ah!" Vex yelped softly, startled by the weight and warmth of his palm. She didn't expect her half-dead husband to have the power to discipline a misbehaving wife, which was partly why she was so daring with her inquisitiveness.

She, too, knew exactly what she was doing and felt no regret whatsoever.

Yes, Ayame and Sera were not the only cheeky women present.

Not at all.

Vex's lips parted. Her expression was caught between a pout and blush as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"I really do know how to make sure my home life is never peaceful. Maybe that's my super power - " he sighed, faintly amused despite his exhaustion. Then his tone shifted, reassuring. "The arrogant young lady with small tits is wrong, of course. Nothing makes me happier than a long night of a sweaty, tangled orgy with all my girls. I didn't unlock [Primordial Breeding Physique] for nothing."

At that, the relief practically rushed out of Vex's lungs with her happy sigh. Her shoulders loosened, her eyes softened, and she let her head fall back against his chest with a satisfied hum.

"Good," she whispered, content now. Her grip tightened on his sleeve before she closed her eyes again.

Peace reclaimed her.

Ayame's smugness underwent a change as soon as his words landed, his dry jab cutting straight into her chest.

But it did not darken in the way most would expect. She did not pout. She did not lash out like an insecure woman would. She did not let it bruise her confidence in the slightest.

Instead, the samurai straightened her back and proudly pushed her delicate chest forward. Her voice was smooth and unwavering. "I will never be insecure about my body. Not now, not ever. I know full well I'm a real head-turner, and I don't have to look any further for proof than my very own lover who can't seem to have enough of me."

By the time she finished, her smugness had returned, letting Quinlan know she was not going to bite on the bait.

The boldness in her declaration made a few of the women chuckle, but it was Feng Jiai whose expression changed most.

The oriental teen's eyes widened, drinking in the sight of Ayame. Her poise, her confidence, the quiet but undeniable glow that made her seem as if she were from a different species. It made the woman stand out in the girl's eyes.

They looked alike, almost mirrors. The only difference was in age and maturity. Ayame was a fully grown beauty, her frame honed by years of swordplay, her curves subtle but graceful, her presence commanding without needing to flaunt anything.

Feng Jiai, on the other hand, was still a teenager. Petite. Developing. For years, she had carried her own insecurities about her modest curves, especially as the other girls her age blossomed in ways that drew every eye before she could ever hope to compete.

And yet, here Ayame was. Not only petite, but surrounded by some of the most voluptuous, bombshell women alive - women who had no shame in throwing themselves at the same man she loved. She had to compete with some of the most beautiful women in the entire world for a single person's affection.

And instead of breaking down and wallowing in her insecurities, instead of shrinking away from the challenge… Ayame thrived. She was confident. Proud. Secure. And more than that, she was winning.

After all, Ayame's bond with Quinlan was deeper than most. She had been with him since day two of his journey, through blood, betrayal, and fire. Their bond wasn't built on lust alone, but on loyalty and shared struggle.

And it's not like seniority was the only thing she had going for her - after all, Quinlan was still adamant about Blossom being his first woman, not Ayame. Ayame was only the fourth.

But she was his right hand, his anchor, his blade.

Feng Jiai swallowed hard. Her chest tightened as she stared, realization slowly dawning in her mind.

'It really is no wonder he denied me…' she thought. 'No wonder he looked at me like I was a dumb brat trying to play adult. Compared to her… I am still just that. An insecure child. Unready to stand beside him...'

Her eyes lowered, but instead of feeling shame, she felt her competitive resolve receive newfound fuel. 'I don't know if the stupid guy will ever see me as a woman, and now that I've spent some time in his world and home, I've realized that I was not at all ready to be his lover even if he accepted me… Although it used to hurt to be treated like his little sister, I've come to enjoy my place in his home, and our interactions are a lot of fun. But one thing is for certain, no matter what.'

She took a deep breath, sending the proud samurai a glance as she decided, 'I have so much to learn. So much to grow. Until I can look at him the way she does - without fear, without doubt, and satisfied with who I am at my core - I will forever be a child to him, even if my body grows.'

The oriental teen had been dealing with many thoughts for a while now, becoming more and more comfortable with her romantic rejection. But this moment was what solidified the idea in her that it was for the best.

He was not cruel to her, nor did he only reject her out of ethical concerns stemming from her age.

He did it because she was simply not ready. Even if he were to look past her age, to treat her as a fiancée or a bride-in-waiting, things wouldn't have ever worked out between them the way she imagined.

As the girl went over these thoughts, a few minutes passed, and Quinlan, now surrounded by his concerned women's loving company, regained his bearings.

That was when he did something that shocked all the people present.

"[Awaken]."

A woman they never expected to see materialized, coming right out of his Soul Reaper.

The reaction was… loud, to say the least.