Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: This Is My Cherished Master, Can You Believe It?
“Quinlan…?” Aurora questions once she finally somewhat wakes from her daze.

I don’t have any points to bring up in my defense so I decide to just pretend that I can’t hear her for now.

“This is my cherished master, can you believe it?” Ayame asks, seemingly quickly finding a new friend in the form of the plump alchemist.

Aurora gasps after a few muted seconds and asks; ‘wait, does he also-”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

“I see…”

Meanwhile the two observers discuss things among themselves Blossom climbs onto my laid down form and turns her body around to show me my handiwork as she accusatorily shakes her butt in my face. “Look, Master! Look what you’ve done! Luna thought she was a good girl now?!”

Wow, I can even see the crevices of my palm imprinted onto her delicate skin…

I can’t help but chuckle jovially at her adorable antics. “That you are. I have a way to heal you, please allow me.”

“Sure!” Her anger dissipates just as so, visibly eager to see what I can do to help her.

With tender gentleness I place my hands on her butt and begin to massage the area slowly, letting my fingers knead the softness. Her reaction is immediate, a shiver running through her body in the form of violent trembles after which she comfortably settles down and practically melts under my touch.

I can faintly hear the two observers animatedly discuss the current event unfolding in front of their eyes, but I’m way too absorbed in my task to pay any attention to them.

As they talk, I lean in closer to Blossom, pressing a few gentle kisses onto her reddened skin, right where my handprint is most prominent. Each kiss elicits a soft, pleased sound from her, her tail flicking more energetically with each one.

But as I continue, her tail starts to do more than just flick- it starts thwacking my head repeatedly, as if it’s decided that this level of enjoyment needs to be accompanied by some kind of counterattack. The more pleasure she feels, the more intense the tail’s onslaught becomes, until it’s practically in a boxing match with my skull.

“Ow- hey, watch the tail!” I protest in a playful tone.

She just giggles, the sound a mix of pure, unfiltered happiness and a touch of mischief. “Master, Luna can’t control it! It just feels too good!”

I chuckle despite myself, pressing one last, long, loud and love-filled smooch on her butt before pulling back. “Does it still sting?”

Blossom gives one final wiggle of her hips, clearly pleased with herself, before she turns around and settles into my lap, snuggling close. “Only a little…” she purrs softly, obviously asking for more caressing, but sadly we have a schedule to maintain and she is the main star of today’s plan.

For now I’ve decided that it would be for the best to send Blossom in her lonesome on a preliminary scouting mission to the supposed [Geimroot] outpost. Only I have a stealth skill among the rest of us, that being the lackluster [Lesser Stealth].

She is significantly better at spying than I am, and until we know what we are dealing with with more accuracy than some hearsay Aurora could provide us with, it’s best to send the professional without any of us holding her back. I might just trigger some trap or another alarm and alert everyone thanks to my inexperience, if not straight up get obliterated into atoms by some defensive laser or something.

After getting ready and both me and Ayame drilling it into her that she must come back if she senses even the smallest hint of danger, Blossom sets off.

Afterwards I entrust Aurora with a small pouch so that she can purchase the ingredients and tools we will be needing to concoct the wizard potion, and then I glance at my smirking Ayame with a wry smile of my own. “It’s time to finally begin, huh?”

“Indeed it is, Quinlan. Don’t worry, I will be gentle…”

“Do your worst, woman. The faster I become stronger than you, the sooner I can finally lay waste to your rude and severely misbehaving butt. What you’ve just seen me to do Blossom won’t even register in your brain as a proper smack after I’m done with you.”

“… I couldn’t help but notice that you have a serious obsession with butts, Quinlan.”

“I do.”

She scoffs, “no shame whatsoever, huh? Unluckily for you, I’m not as stuffed down there as Blossom and Aurora, so I don’t understand your evident fascination with my rear-end as well.”

“Where I come from there’s a legendary saying that states ‘medium is premium’. You, Ayame, have a regal butt that makes me think of royalty, privilege and luxury. Blossom’s and Aurora’s are akin to a bountiful, delicious crop harvest that can feed an entire village without any issues while yours would only be able to fill the stomach of the village’s richest person, but he would have the greatest meal of his life.”

She looks at me with dead eyes full of disappointment for a few good seconds. “… There’s something seriously wrong with your head.”

“Yep.”

“… *Sigh* Anyways, you might become stronger than me overall after some of time, but when it comes to strictly our mastery over the blade you will never surpass me even in a million years.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, m’lady.”

She raises a surprised eyebrow at me, “oh? You seriously think that you have a chance?”

“I don’t think, I know. After all, you are just a puny human woman while I’m a legendary primordial. Once I put my head into learning the way of the sword you will be left behind in the dust before you even realize.”

“Hehehe! I see how it is… Let’s begin right away then and put your statement’s validity to the test. Don’t even think of using training gear, Quinlan. You will be sparring using your saber and new armor.” Ayame replies while grinning at me devilishly. I think I may have carelessly awakened a side of her I would rather preserve for our enemies to enjoy in my stead.