Harem System In A fantasy World

"Wow! You weren’t joking, dear sisters. He really knocked up both of you at the same time!"

An absolutely beautiful woman with short ash-grey hair placed a palm against the small bulge of Ophelia’s stomach, barely able to contain her excitement before doing the same to Esme, who was seated nearby.

"How far along are you?"

"About three months now," Esme replied.

"Wow! So it won’t be much longer now!?"

Ophelia laughed.

"I see you’re as enthusiastic as always, Jaeneva."

"Well, of course I am! Business has been booming, as you can hear, and now you’ve returned with such wonderful news!"

Ophelia sighed.

"We would’ve come earlier, but we had the difficult job of finding a certain pair of troublemakers first."

She glanced toward another pair of beautiful women who looked rather uncomfortable, and not merely because they were quite literally kneeling before their other four sisters.

The pair were more than a little battered and bruised.

"Veyra. Miranda."

Ophelia’s tone immediately became stern.

"I remember telling you two to leave this territory long before we departed for the main continent. Why did I come back to find that you’re still here?"

Veyra opened her mouth to answer, only then would one notice that she was actually missing one of her front teeth.

Ophelia had quite literally knocked it out.

Despite that, her beauty did more than enough to mask her current ragged appearance.

She had long, wild purple hair that flowed down her back, with several strands spilling over the front of her generous mounds on either side of her shoulders.

Her equally wild bangs clearly hadn’t seen a pair of scissors in quite some time.

Veyra was perhaps the most unruly succubus among them, and that was despite being one of the closest to Ophelia’s age.

"Uhm... well, you see..."

Veyra scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"We did say we’d leave as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and it wasn’t until recently that we actually got that opportunity."

She grimaced.

"Those fucking dragons are just too lustful! Vel’dranor wouldn’t let me leave his bed for weeks on end!"

Ophelia frowned at those words.

"Actually, you know what? I don’t think you’re worthy of taking the Champion’s seed. You’ve been enjoying the company of another man until recently; those impurities need to be purged first."

Miranda, an absolutely breathtaking woman with deep blue hair and a sinful figure that could undoubtedly start wars, let a devastated look appear on her perfect features and immediately threw herself from her kneeling position at Ophelia’s feet.

"Oh, sister, please!"

Her expression became pleading.

"You know how much we’ve been looking forward to this! I’m sure the Goddess’ great Champion will understand our circumstances."

Ophelia, knowing how pretentious and deceptive Miranda could be, turned her face away.

"It’s not a matter of trying to convince me."

Her tone remained firm.

"Elion is our Goddess’ chosen, and he doesn’t need us. We need him. He already has plenty of lovely young women who love him wholeheartedly. It would be a miracle if he accepted you two as you are now."

She sighed.

"I haven’t been touched by another man since my husband died, and Esme has gone against our very nature by choosing to preserve her purity until now."

Her gaze shifted toward the two kneeling succubi.

"So he had no qualms about taking us as his women."

Ophelia’s expression hardened.

"The two of you, however..."

She let the words trail off, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air. Miranda gave Ophelia a deeply pleading look, earning another sigh from her sister.

"Don’t bother. You’ll have to convince him yourself." She shook her head.

"Enough about these two idiots!" Jaeneva suddenly chimed in, earning sharp glares from both Veyra and Miranda. "What?"

She shrugged innocently before turning her attention back to Ophelia.

"Tell me more about our Goddess’ Champion. What is he like?"

"Hmmmm..."

Ophelia groaned, but after a bit more adamant nagging from Miranda, she eventually gave in and began giving the other three succubi a more than detailed description of Elion.

The conversation wandered from his personality to his appearance, his strength, and eventually even his rather impressive capabilities when it came to... bedroom activities.

At some point, Veyra’s eyes widened considerably.

"You’re telling me he’s actually that good at sex!? No way! Take me to him now!"

"Enough."

Ophelia gave her a flat look.

Veyra immediately shut her mouth.

Off to the side, however, a sixth succubus sat leisurely by herself on a separate, comfortable seat, sipping from a fragrant cup of tea.

Nadia was the most reserved among her sisters.

She possessed long, lustrous snow-white hair that could easily have been the envy of any woman, jade-white skin, and beautiful silver eyes to match.

Her slender yet alluring figure was equally striking, though she rarely seemed interested in drawing attention to herself.

Her sisters had long since gotten into the habit of leaving her out of their conversations because they knew she preferred it that way.

This time, however, was different.

For once, Nadia was genuinely curious.

She wanted to know what the man their Goddess had chosen to save their race from extinction was actually like.

And, perhaps more importantly...

Whether he was capable of curing the horrible itch that had been haunting her for decades.

"Hmmm..."

Nadia suddenly raised an eyebrow, focusing her senses. A massive presence had appeared within the range of her perception.

BOOM!

A tremendous impact sounded from outside, followed by a violent vibration that shook the floor and the walls of their humble establishment.

Several cups rattled on the tables.

Nadia calmly set hers down.

"What’s all the commotion about?" Esme asked. It took only a moment for her expression to turn sour as she looked toward Miranda and Veyra.

Both women had gone deathly pale.

Ophelia frowned as well.

"What is it?"

Veyra abruptly pushed herself to her feet.

"We have to leave." Her voice trembled. "Now."

"What? Why?" Ophelia rose as well. "What’s wrong?"

Veyra swallowed deeply.

Her eyes remained fixed toward the entrance leading to the open corridor, with many rooms where dozens of pleasured moans had been quietly reaching them all this time.

"He found us."

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