Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Tiredness (Part.I)
Strax looked around, surrounded by figures who were not just beautiful—they were epic. Each woman before him represented something beyond the physical. They were living archetypes, manifestations of the primal forces of nature and desire. He felt the pressure of all their presences weighing on his shoulders like cloaks of power, and yet, he smiled.

A genuine smile. Tired, but genuine.

He raised one hand in a pacifying gesture, as if he knew he was in the center of a hurricane of lust, tension, and unfulfilled promises.

“You… all of you…” His voice was husky but carried the deep timbre that made hearts race. “…are wonderful. Each of you. And I… promise that each of you will have your moment. But…”

He turned to Cristine and Rogue, looking at them with affection and firmness, like a king dealing with his most impatient subjects.

“I’ll transform you too. I swear by everything I am. But not now. Let’s leave this for when we’re home…” He put his hand to his chest, feeling the weight of his own body, his own power running out. “…after all, I still have to transform Xenovia too, and…”

A long sigh escaped his lips. “…it’ll be better to do it all at once.” Strax’s words seemed tired… ‘I’m starting to feel the burden…’.

Cristine opened her mouth to retort — but then, everything stopped.

Strax staggered.

A false step. Another.

And then, with the sound of something breaking inside, he fell to his knees, like a warrior who, after going through impossible battles, finally gave in to the weight of his own glory.

“STRAX!” shouted several voices at the same time.

The women moved like lightning. Scarlet was the first to try to hold him back, but he was already on the ground.

Monica knelt beside him, assessing his breathing.

Daniela placed her hand on his back, feeling the heat quickly fading.

Cassandra approached him coldly, but her eyes were slightly wide.

Beatriz knelt down, pulling his face with her soft hands, forcing him to look at her. “Hey, look at me. Look at me!” she ordered, her tone strangely vulnerable.

But Strax only laughed. A low, dry laugh, but without pain. It was the sound of someone who had done too much… and knew it. “Heh… looks like I’ve reached my limit…”

The words escaped his lips like smoke, and the smile he maintained was one of total exhaustion. His eyes shone one last time with the flame that still burned, even as it slowly faded.

“Seven… dragons…” he muttered. “Fuck, not even the old books talk about that…”

“Idiot!” Scarlet grumbled, holding his head against her chest. “You should have stopped with me, because you forced yourself to transform the seven of us!!”

“I… I’m not very good with limits…” he whispered, laughing again. “But… you looked so beautiful… I don’t regret it hahaha…”

His body was too hot, like a furnace about to go out. Not feverish — burned inside, consumed by too much magic.

Samira knelt down with a look of concentration, already preparing an advanced restoration spell. Cassandra reached out, conjuring a blue ice that she gently touched to his forehead, trying to lower his internal temperature, while Daniela let the wind circulate around her, trying to stabilize the magical flow.

Bellatrix looked shocked, her hands shaking a little, still standing where she was. She had been the last. The final straw in the chalice of power.

“Did I do this…?” She whispered, her eyes fixed on him.

Tiamat placed a hand on his shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault. Or his. That’s the price of giving too much…” Her voice was firm, but there was regret. “…and loving too much.”

Rogue knelt beside him, her teeth biting into her lower lip, her gaze wavering between genuine concern and helpless anger. There was desire in her eyes, sure, but at that moment what dominated was frustration.

“That reckless idiot…” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Strax was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as if each breath was a struggle against the invisible weight crushing him. He wasn’t dying, but the magical collapse was evident. It was like watching a supernova star trying not to explode, holding on to its very essence with the strength of its pride.

His skin still radiated too much heat, like embers under flesh, each muscle trembling with mana resonating without control. But even so, even on the verge of absolute exhaustion, he gathered the strength to open his eyes — and smile.

“Stop this drama… my loves…” he said, his voice hoarse and drawn out, but still full of charisma. “I’ll be fine. I just need… to rest a little.”

And then, without ceremony, he let himself fall backwards, finding shelter where fate clearly wanted him to be: between Scarlet’s generous breasts.

She gasped as she felt his weight nestle in her lap, but she didn’t push him away. Quite the contrary, her arms immediately wrapped around him, instinctively, as if her own warmth could protect him from the exhaustion that was taking over him.

Strax murmured something so low that only those closest to him heard it. “So soft…”

An almost childish smile curved his lips. “…when I wake up, I’m going to taste these new beauties…”

Scarlet’s eyes widened. Cassandra snorted in disdain, and Monica let out a low, hoarse laugh, almost proud.

“Incredible. Literally between life and death, and he still finds time to be perverted…” Scarlet grumbled, but there was a slight blush on her cheeks and a silent affection in the way she stroked his hair.

Beatriz sighed deeply and ran her hand over her forehead, exasperated. “Of course. He doesn’t sleep; he passes out hitting on the woman he provokes the most. Classic Strax.”

Daniela crouched down next to Scarlet, gently touching the redhead’s shoulder. “At least now he’ll rest…” she murmured, worried.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” The voice came soft and elegant but loaded with a weight that made everyone turn around at the same time.

It was her. The woman whom Strax had carried in his arms with almost sacred reverence minutes before, handing her body over to Evelyn.

Frieren. The Ex-Queen.

Yes, ex. For now, of her own free will, she had abandoned the throne. She had left the crown, the weight of command, and the chains of royalty to her daughter—the young and promising Evelyn.

She was different. Still majestic, but freer. The gleam in her eyes was of someone who had been reborn, and not just in the literal sense. There was a dangerous serenity about her, as if she had finally remembered who she was beyond her role. Not a queen. A woman. Whole.

Scarlet watched her for a moment in silence and then looked back at Strax, who was still fast asleep, slumped in her lap like an exhausted and happy fool.

She sighed with a lopsided and provocative smile, pressing her breasts against the unconscious man’s face without the slightest shame.

“I understand…” Scarlet murmured, with that tone of irony wrapped in sensuality. “He brought you back to life as a demon.”

Frieren smiled slightly, her eyes shining with something between pride and longing. “Yes. But apparently… he’s paying the price.”

“Nothing that a night in my arms can’t solve…” Scarlet teased, stroking Strax’s hair with the same tenderness with which one holds a blade about to plunge deep. Her voice was pure promise — sweet, dangerous, and accurate.

“Yes, I understand.” Frieren replied with a calm smile, but full of hidden intentions. Her eyes swept over the other dragons with an almost imperial calm. “But… perhaps we should continue this in the palace. I’ve had our suite prepared. The largest bed possible. You’ll need it—and soon.”

She crossed her arms elegantly and added, with the same softness of someone giving an order disguised as a suggestion:

“Your magical pulses are dropping. It’s only a matter of time before your bodies give out.”