Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Kitsara might've been a bit of an abrupt addition to my harem—I basically took a leap of faith in hopes of her being as good of a woman as I initially sensed her to be—but once the decision was made, she was mine nonetheless. I had no sympathy to give for a man who tried to take my lover away from me.

None whatsoever.

Once it was clear that Silver would not make a scene, we moved back to the palace to resume the summit.

"You left me here with the rigid doggies… So mean…" the necromancer whined as soon as she saw us return. When we left to settle this little issue, she remained behind, guarded by the two dogkin princes.

None paid attention to her. We took our seats, with the only difference being Silver getting seated farther away from me.

"Hehe… You're missing two foxies, aren't you…"

I had to give it to her, despite being a limbless body that's in constant pain and is restrained as well as guarded by high-level combatants, she had quite the observation skills.

Silver's features contorted once again upon her words, and his hateful pair of eyes found their mark on me. But then, Vargis nodded at his sons, who reached for her bloody stumps and began tormenting the woman, eliciting horrible screams from her.

"Let's get started, shall we? We've wasted more than enough time already," my father-in-law decreed before focusing his gaze on the limbless woman. "Don't give us trouble and we'll give you a quick, painless death. Deal?"

"…" Instead of responding, she eyed him for a bit before erupting into ominous chuckles. "You seriously think they would let me talk?"

As if to prove her point, she parted her lips, mouthing words but no sound came from her throat. Then, as if assaulted by an invisible force, the necromancer's body violently spasmed.

Her veins darkened across her skin like spreading ink while her body writhed in unnatural angles. Her mouth remained open in a silent scream with her neck trembling incessantly as if she were being choked by unseen hands.

Then came the blood.

Thin rivers of crimson leaked from her nose, her eyes, her ears. A raw, agonized shudder wracked her form, and I saw her muscles twisting beneath her skin.

She was being punished.

Damn it. The Covenant must've installed a magical binding on her, similar to what the Consortium had, though it seemed to be much more strict. The Consortium only branded their non-Phenom members and said magical brand could be used to track the individuals down while also having similar anti-betrayal measures in place.

After a few minutes of constant torment, the unseen force had finally relented, feeling its target giving up on relaying their secrets to their enemies. As a result, the invisible shackles released their hold on the woman who slumped forward with her chest heaving in short, shuddering breaths. "…Hah…haah…"

After gathering her bearings, she lifted her head to look Vargis in the eye. "See? It's not going to be easy… It was a warning. If I push it again, it'll kill me outright, and then you'll be left with nothing but a useless corpse. Is that what you want?"

I glanced toward Vex, silently asking if the Consortium had ways to crack this magical lock on her. "We do have some specialists, but their success ratio isn't perfect… Magical branding is a technology all syndicates spend significant costs on researching and developing, we're always trying to innovate our branding method while cracking those of our competitors. As such, by the time we understand how theirs function, they'd already made some changes to it and released newer iterations, making their brand's removal a hit or miss endeavor."

… This sounded awfully similar to the battles companies with digital properties fought against pirates cracking their software back on Earth.

"Hmmmm~ So fluffy… Oh to be so young and virile again~" A sudden feminine voice purred from behind me, which was followed up by Kitsara's shocked yelp. "Kyaaa!!"

I turned only to come face to face with a woman molesting my fox-girl's tails. My danger senses immediately flared, screaming at me to get the hell away from this horrible monster. I never felt such an existential dread in my life, not even when Lilith, the Adamantite-ranked adventurer glared at me for daring to have an elven sex slave during the Grand Auction where she sat behind me.

Lilith was said to be one of the strongest women alive on the Iskaris continent, so it wasn't sensible to think this strange creature was stronger than her… Just more raw and dangerous to my continued well-being. As a fellow human, Lilith, who was a lawful citizen of the Vraven Kingdom, posed no threat to my life as long as I played by her rules, but this newcomer was different.

That's not to say this new woman was weak, not at all. She was most definitely close to Lilith strength-wise, however, whether she was slightly stronger or weaker was beyond my ability to determine.

I focused my eyes on her, examining every little detail I could see.

She exuded an overwhelming sense of freedom, something I'd never felt before. It was as if no force in this world could bind her, reminding me of Malakar and his nonchalant free spirit, knowing none could pose a threat to him. Her presence was a strange contradiction: both lighthearted and heavy at the same time, playfulness was seamlessly interwoven with an ageless maturity.

Midnight-black hair adorned the sultry grin on her lips. Her eyes were mesmerizingly beautiful while also displaying the extreme danger this woman presented. The silky blue and black dress she wore clung to her curves, managing to be both regal and alluring at the same time.

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Kitsara did her utmost to wrestle her tails from the woman's hands as she shouted, "Why are my tails getting stroked multiple times today?! Not even my man is allowed to molest them without my explicit permission!"

Vargis grunted, "How long have you been here, Yoruha?" His voice was full of apprehension.

She finally released Kitsara's tails. The abrupt lack of resistance sent the foxkin stumbling forward, but Ayame swiftly caught her before she could hit the ground.

All my girls stood tense, surrounding the woman from all sides. She hadn't just approached—she had appeared in their midst, slipping past their senses as if she had always been there, watching.

The newcomer lazily yawned while stretching her arms, "Hmm… Since the beginning, of course…"

<Yoruha… I know that name!> Ayame shouted, alongside Lucille, who said, <I thought she died long ago!>

<Cease any signs of hostility immediately!> Kitsara cried, instructing her allies how to behave. As soon as her father mouthed Yoruha's name, Kitsara's attitude shifted instantly. She was deadly serious now. <If I'm not wrong… she is the Yoruha. The only Nine-Tailed Sorceress to ever manifest all nine tails. She's a living myth, never appearing in public because she'd grown tired of worldly matters…"

<Huh? What does that mean?> Aurora asked with confusion.

<Once foxkin with my class manage to grow all nine tails of theirs, they transcend the limits of their mortal body, achieving eternal youth…>