Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Dragon Upgrade (Part.II)
Another presence made itself felt.

Cassandra…

“Stop just looking at them; look at me,” she ordered, and Strax saw her full body.

…a cold woman. Lethal. And completely hypnotic.

Cassandra, wrapped in that white dress, simple only at first glance, was now an entity apart. A monument to icy elegance. The fabric seemed to be made of condensed mist, as if it had been woven by winter spirits, and it molded itself to her body with the docility of a submissive lover, enhancing every curve, every detail.

She was the living antithesis of the others. Where Beatrice was scandalous temptation, Samira was feverish power, Monica was ripe sin, and Scarlet was pure fire… Cassandra was silent. Cold. Dominance.

Her hair, once vibrant red, now cascaded down in platinum locks that sparkled like pure ice in the light. Her pointed ears, which she had clearly added of her own volition, looked like they belonged to a renegade elven queen. A bold aesthetic decision, but one that worked perfectly on Cassandra.

Her eyes, icy blue, carried a hypnotic coldness that made Strax want to drop to his knees and beg forgiveness for any warmth he dared feel near her. There was judgment in them. But also desire. Deep, razor-sharp.

And the horns… oh, the horns. Of all of them, hers were the most ethereal. Long, thin, like spirals of translucent blue crystal, pulsing with icy magic. They seemed to emanate a chill that didn’t burn but seduced.

Strax felt his whole body shiver, and it wasn’t from fear. It was awe. She was beautiful. But more than that, she was imperial. She was an empress of the polar night. An ice goddess disguised as a jealous wife.

And, of course, her body.

If before Cassandra had been slender and young like a warrior’s apprentice, now she exuded maturity and dominance. Full, round breasts thrust out in an almost arrogant way, a waist that was dizzying, and hips wide enough to unbalance even the most centered of magicians. Her every curve seemed sculpted to take one’s breath away—and one’s common sense.

Strax didn’t even notice when she was already in front of him. As silent as a blizzard… until she spoke.

“You look at fire, but you forget the cold that sustains you.” Her voice was as soft as a winter whisper, but there was steel beneath the tone.

She touched his chin with the tip of her finger. The touch was icy but pleasurable—like ice melting under warm skin.

“Are you hot, my dragon?” she asked with a lopsided smile. “Perhaps you need someone who knows how to cool the beast…”

Strax swallowed, his heart beating between guilt and total surrender.

“You… look beautiful. You’re… like ice decided to be sexy.”

Cassandra arched an eyebrow, pleased.

“I am sexy, darling. I always have been. I just needed to stop pretending to be just… my mother’s daughter.” She moved even closer, until her breasts brushed against Scarlet’s, who muttered, “We’re going to have a lot of fights, aren’t we… Mom?”

Beatrice looked up at the sky and muttered, “The Harem has literally gone elemental… Fire, Ice, Fury, and Lust. All that’s missing is someone from the forest, or whatever… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

And of course. As if called by fate itself…

More steps.

This time, soft ones. Almost like falling leaves.

And Strax, already a little dizzy, turned his face to look…

Strax blinked slowly, feeling the thin air as if he were climbing a mountain made of lust. He didn’t even have time to recover from Cassandra before the next presence announced itself with the whisper of the wind and an almost… natural step.

Daniela came first.

Her transformation was a perfect synthesis of elven beauty and draconic savagery. A warrior of the winds, with the poise of someone who knew her worth—and knew exactly the effect she was having.

Her hair was white. Not platinum like Cassandra. Really white, like pure snow, like veils of cloud under the sun. No reflections, no hidden tones. They were an absolute statement of change, and when the wind blew past her, the strands seemed to float in slow motion. The elfin ears, elongated and graceful, fit in perfectly with her new look—as if she had left behind any mundane traits to become a deity of the woods and storms.

But it was the body… oh, the body…

Daniela, once restrained, almost maternal, was now… wild. Voluptuous, yes, with full, perky breasts that defied any sense of decency. Ample hips, shapely thighs, and a sculpted waist to be admired. Here and there, green scales appeared subtly, glittering like living emeralds. They marked her draconic origin, taking nothing away from her sensuality, only adding to the exoticism. And her eyes… now yellowish, like those of a mystical eagle, penetrated straight into Strax’s soul.

She stopped in front of him, one hand on his hip, the wind swirling gently around her like an invisible lover.

“You’re drowning in their heat,” said Daniela, her voice like a warm breeze through an ancient forest, “but I’m the breath before the storm.”

Strax tried to reply, but his mouth was dry.

“I’ve… never seen you like this… you look… phenomenal.”

She smiled and leaned in just enough for her breasts to press against his arm.

“You’ll need your breath… Darling… because I’ve come to leave you breathless.”

And before he could react…

Bellatrix entered.

And the world… stopped.

It was as if lust itself had decided to take human form. Or not human. Succubus was the name that came close, but even that seemed too small for what Bellatrix had become.

The black latex dress stuck to her as if it had been sewn with forbidden thoughts. It didn’t cover. It molded. It was presented. Every inch was a masterpiece of temptation. The hair fused in absolute black with streaks of blood red gave her an aura of delicious danger. The red, curved horns shone with a crimson varnish, and the red lipstick on her lips looked less like makeup and more like… promise.

And of course. The final touch.

A little succubus tail. With a heart-shaped tip. Swaying indecently.

Bellatrix didn’t walk. She paraded. With the malice of someone who knew exactly what she wanted. And what she wanted, at that moment, was Strax completely broken.

Her body was an assault on the senses. Everything about her screamed pleasure. Breasts thrust out with surreal perfection. Slim waist, explosive curves. Hips too wide for innocence. Killer thighs. Her neck, her gaze, the way she ran her tongue over her lips… It was as if she were a pheromone-breathing entity.

She reached him, passing by all the others as if they didn’t matter. Her eyes glowed like embers charged with desire.

“Hello, my husband,” she purred, her voice so full of intent that the air around her seemed to warm up. “Took you long enough, huh? But now… I made this little body especially for you.”

She slowly ran her finger down his chest. A trail of warmth and magic followed the touch.

Strax gasped. Literally gasped, almost giving in to touching her at that moment. But he held back… he wanted to save this “Fury Within” to tear them apart in an intimate moment.

“You… Bellatrix… that… is illegal, you know,” he said, his voice breaking.

She just smiled, leaned close to his mouth, and whispered,

“Then it’s lucky we’re not in any kingdom that forbids it.”

“Then lucky for us, we’re in the thirteenth.”

And she bit his lower lip, gently.

In the background, Cassandra hissed. Beatrice muttered, “That bitch wants to die.” Samira was already clenching her fists. Monica just smiled with an air of “Ah… youth.” Scarlet crossed her arms and said dryly, “This is the day Strax dies.”

Ouroboros snorted loudly, his arms crossed under his heaving breasts and his eyes rolling with disdain.

“God… what a smell of sex in the air. Seven pussies dripping wet,” he declared with venomous sarcasm. “You want his cock so bad? Take it at once!”

The air became thick.

All the others—Cassandra, Beatrice, Scarlet, Bellatrix, Daniela, Samira, and Monica—turned to her at the same time, in perfect synchrony. Their voices sounded in unison, like a heavenly choir with a subtle threat:

“We’re not like you.”

Ouroboros blinked, confused for a moment. “Huh…?”

Before he could question further, he felt a firm hand rest on his shoulder. The touch was warm, almost ancestral. As she turned, her eyes met those of Tiamat, whose glowing eyes carried centuries of memories.

“Don’t play dumb.” Tiamat said, in that deep, serene voice that could break armies. “You were much worse,” she added, with an almost sad smile on her lips.

Ouroboros growled.

“Me? I didn’t do anything!”

“You didn’t… or you couldn’t anymore?” Tiamat retorted, and the silence that fell was absolute.

Ouroboros remained motionless. His expression hardened, but something in his eyes betrayed the truth…

But before the mood could solidify into conflict, a new voice echoed with a mixture of irritation and repressed desire:

“Sorry to disturb this DR of millennia, but… we’re missing.” Rogue emerged from the shadows, her eyes squinted and her arms crossed. Next to her, Cristine was biting her lower lip, visibly jealous.

“We don’t like being left out of it.” Cristine said with a sweeter tone, but loaded with intent. “Please give me the gift too…”

She pointed at Strax with an almost pleading look. Her eyes sparkled with innocent, wild desire.

“I want to be hot like that too!” she shouted, her voice shrill and full of passion, as if she were carrying years of repression released in a single moment.

The other women exchanged glances.

Strax sighed… “Two more dragons…” He muttered.