S-Rank Harem: I Became My Character with Extra Control Skill

Ryan slowly pulled away from the two women and began adjusting his clothes. He zipped up his pants and calmly adjusted his wide leather belt in the middle of the room.

Ryan stared at the massive mess they had just made on the living room sofa. He observed the torn fabrics, the scattered cushions, and the physical state of the two women.

He processed the absurd situation he had experienced just seconds ago and asked himself a very serious question.

'How did I end up doing this with a dragon and a holy knight? This is the equivalent of doing perverted things with a nun.'

Lise remained lying on the floor, resting her entire body weight on the main hall's rug. The dragoness maintained a completely ecstatic expression, her eyes half-closed and a highly lustful look on her pale face.

She made no attempt to get up, fix her open clothes, or cover her bare chest under her leader's watchful eye. She simply breathed very heavily.

"My young master's taste is delicious."

Lise murmured in a very low voice, constantly licking her lips, savoring the end of her unexpected reward and feeling incredibly satisfied with the great result of the healing magic.

Chloe, on the other hand, reacted very differently upon regaining the full clarity of her human mind. The young holy knight widened her eyes as she fully realized what she had just done on the furniture in front of the demon king.

She grabbed the torn remains of her blouse and quickly covered her chest, feeling intense panic rushing through her entire body.

"L-Lord Demon King, I am so sorry for my strange behavior. I really can't understand what happened."

Chloe said with a trembling voice, almost on the verge of crying from immense guilt. She quickly stood up from the furniture, her face completely red with the shame she felt upon seeing the consequences of her carnal acts.

Chloe didn't wait to hear a response from Ryan and sprinted away. She fled toward the right side of the main hall, taking the long stone corridor that leads directly to the castle's servant quarters.

Ryan stood in the center of the room, watching her clumsily run down the hallway. He kept a very subtle and somewhat mocking smile on his face as he remembered the church girl's recent daring actions.

'Don't be ridiculous, you were no longer under the debt's effect when you asked me to keep going.'

Ryan thought, knowing perfectly well that the young woman had completely given in to her own human desire in the final minutes of their heated encounter on the sofa.

"Hey Ryan, don't ignore me!"

Helen suddenly yelled from the room's main entrance. The human swordsman entered the hall and quickly approached him, her loud and heavy footsteps echoing against the stone floor. She looked annoyed and tense upon seeing the compromising scene, the huge mess on the furniture, and the half-naked, happy dragoness on the floor.

Ryan slowly turned toward her, maintaining a firm and calm posture. He completely ignored all her obvious complaints and the loud reproaches she was ready to throw in his face due to her uncontrollable jealousy.

"Calm down. Did you catch the giant wolves?"

He asked in a cold, authoritative voice, abruptly changing the subject to focus on the territory's truly urgent security issues.

Helen stopped just a few meters away from him. She clenched her fists tightly, feeling highly frustrated by her leader's indifferent and calculating attitude toward her obvious feelings of anger.

"Yes, the others are taking care of reinforcing the steel cages outside so they don't cause trouble again. But... Ryan... don't change the subject, this isn't fair."

Helen grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at Lise lying on the floor with deep contempt and murderous hatred in her large eyes.

"Why did you have to do those things with that lustful lizard?"

'I'm wondering the exact same thing.'

Ryan thought to himself, giving some reason and validity to the annoyed swordsman's logical complaint. He gave Helen a rather forced smile, lacking a single genuinely good excuse to give her at that moment.

"Your Majesty!"

Alicia appeared before them, running quickly from the castle's main doors, immediately drawing all the tense attention of the small group gathered in the hall. The beastwoman stopped right in front of Ryan and caught her breath after sprinting.

"The blacksmiths Lady Ophelia sent are already here. They're outside in the courtyard."

Alicia said, looking Ryan straight in the eyes to deliver the important official report on the territory. However, her sharp gaze quickly dropped to her leader's pants. She noticed the obvious mess in the leather and the large wet stains on his clothes.

Alicia immediately looked away, blushing heavily at what her mind had just deduced.

"I'll have them wait outside a little longer. You should change your clothes, those are very wet."

Alicia suggested nervously, trying to remain as professional and respectful as possible despite the visually uncomfortable situation in the main hall.

Helen shot one last murderous glare at the dragoness on the floor before looking down the dark hallway where Chloe had fled moments earlier.

"That dragoness and that holy knight, I want to murder them."

Helen muttered, gritting her teeth with sheer rage, totally unable to control her strong impulses of jealousy upon seeing the obvious physical evidence of the encounter on Ryan's wet clothes.

Ryan accepted Alicia's suggestion without another word. He nodded and walked straight toward his own quarters on the castle's upper floor to take a cold bath and find clean, dry clothes.

A few minutes later, Ryan finally stepped out into the large castle's snowy courtyard, wearing a completely new outfit to withstand the mountain's freezing weather.

Upon walking through the double doors, he noticed that the large group of artisans was already patiently waiting for him on the thick snow.

The peculiar group consisted of three large, robust, and imposing demon blacksmiths. And right in front of them, they were accompanied by two young infernals of very short stature and identical appearances.

"Oh, it's the twins."

Ryan said, looking at them closely with a slight smile of recognition on his face, remembering the two special little demons who served as border guards at the tower of Armenes.

"Hey! Don't call us that."

The female twin grumbled, taking a bold step forward and crossing her arms over her chest. She raised her head with pure demonic pride to look Ryan in the eyes without showing an ounce of fear toward his immense power or his feared official title.

"My name is Roly."

She said, pointing to herself with her thumb, demanding total respect and formality from the new absolute leader of the great northern territory.

The other male twin quickly stepped forward, stomping heavily through the thick snow to stand right next to his defensive sister.

"And I am Poly."

With that said, both young infernals turned around at the same time with strange and perfect synchronization. They crouched down slightly in front of the rest of the large demon blacksmiths, completely turning their backs on Ryan in a clear and intentional display of terrible manners.

"Sister, I told you he was doing perverted things, that's why he took so long."

Poly whispered loudly to his sister, making sure with his tone that everyone present in the quiet snowy courtyard could hear him with total and absolute clarity.

"I was the one who said that, brother, and yeah, he was definitely doing perverted things."

Roly replied, nodding her head up and down several times, fully supporting her bold twin brother's blatant mockery and accusations.

Ryan crossed his arms over his chest, watching the ridiculous and outrageous scene of the two low-level young demons muttering absurd gossip right to his face.

'Do they know I can hear them? Little brats. How are those two infernals?'

Ryan thought to himself, seriously questioning Ophelia's decision to send two loud, disrespectful brats to escort the blacksmiths.

Then, after that short, uncomfortable initial interaction in the cold snow, the daring infernal twins finally stood up and turned back to Ryan to formally introduce the three robust demon blacksmiths who would be in charge of forging the resilient corpse of the demon king Rigal.

Ryan assimilated the technical information about the new work group and their specialties. Seeing that all the personnel were finally gathered in the courtyard and ready to start operating the forges in the dark fortress of Kowarre, he evaluated his next immediate priorities for the day.

Ryan thought this was the perfect time to take the small, glowing relic out of his magical inventory and finally free the hundreds of villagers from the hidden village so they could begin populating and breathing life into his immense new kingdom.

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