Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 790

Chapter 790: Impotent [Bonus]
Their exchange was instant. The fact that Karl reacted like this to Malakar’s displeasure toward him while he shrugged off Dragnar’s extreme antagonism showcased once again that Malakar was truly one of the worst and strongest primordials. Only deranged psychos like Nyxara were ready to be his enemies.

Perhaps I ought to show him some more respect as well…?

Eh. My mommies will protect me.

“I assume Nyxara has been enraged, or rather became hopelessly horny ever since she smelled my ‘newborn scent,’ as she called it, and Dragnar heard your fighting sounds, after which you roped him in to replace you in containing this crazed slut. However, I can’t help but wonder, where are my mothers?”

Malakar nodded once again weakly, letting me know my assumptions were more or less on the dot. “They’d gone off to the other side of the dimension to collect some rare fabrics or whatever to sew you new and better clothes. They sensed your entrance into the dimension, it’ll be a few more seconds before they get here.”

“Oh… Great.”

I then turned my attention toward the weirdo of the group, Karl. “Can I ask what your race is?”

Karl adjusted his cravat with a practiced, elegant flick. “I’m the doppelganger primordial, lad.”

I raised a brow. “Doppelganger, hmm? How interesting, I hope I can meet your offspring one day. Where do your people live? I haven’t been able to venture outside the Iskaris continent due to it being sealed off, but I’m eager to learn.”

Karl’s charming smile faltered. His sigh was deep and theatrical. “My offspring… They don’t exist anymore.”

“…Huh?” I blinked. “How come?”

The pig-faced bastard placed a hand over his heart, his expression solemn, as if recalling a Shakespearean tragedy. “The vampires, lad. They invaded our home continent many billions of years ago and slaughtered nearly all of us. It was a massacre. Our people couldn’t fight back. We were not meant to fight messy defensive wars…”

“What?”

He nodded seriously, face full of grief. “Only two of us made it out. Myself and my partner, Lysaria, the female primordial doppelganger. We vowed to rebuild our race. A noble dream…”

A long pause followed.

“…But?”

Karl turned his head, eyes distant, voice hushed. “It’s been several million years since we last lay together. The problem, lad, is…”

He clenched his fists in pure anger.

“…I can’t get it up.”

I stared with disbelief, blinking many times to ensure I was not in a bad illusion.

“What?”

He nodded. “Yes. You see, I’m a hopeless homosexual.”

I blinked again.

“I was able to do the dirty with her back when we were created because I didn’t know any better. I hadn’t yet felt the wonderful embrace of another man back then, so we made it work. But over time, as I wandered the world, I discovered the truth.”

He placed his hands over his chest like he was proclaiming a holy vow. “Women… their soft, curvy bodies… they repulse me. I find them utterly revolting.”

My deadpan could’ve flattened planets.

“You’re telling me you’re one of the oldest beings in creation. A primordial. Born to help shape and populate the world. To birth and lead your kind. And your bloodline died out because you couldn’t get it up?”

He nodded solemnly. “I tried, truly. I did my best. Lysaria was willing to accommodate my unique tastes as well. She even transformed into a man, with a strong, masculine jawline, sculpted chest, eight-pack abs, she looked so damn amazing… And she did this while keeping her womb active, just to tempt me. But…”

He looked down with a haunted expression.

“…Just knowing that my partner was still a disgusting female specimen at her very core made it mission impossible. My body and mind rejected the act. I simply couldn’t perform. She wept for a million years before, in her desperation and utter shame of not being able to fulfill her main reason for existence, threw herself into a volcano. And I have lived happily ever since.”

I looked at Malakar, hoping for help. He didn’t react one bit. I dragged my hand down my face in utter disbelief.

“You primordials are supposed to be the driving forces of mortal lives! Malakar went off to have fun on his own, sentencing humanity into the lives of cavemen! And what do you mean you can’t get it up?! That’s why you were created!”

Karl nodded, entirely unbothered by my outburst. “Yes. But alas, this gentleman couldn’t rise to the occasion.”

What kind of sick joke was this?

“… You’re telling me we’re down one badass race like the dopplegangers because you’re so hopelessly homosexual the mere thought of a woman makes you disgusted?!”

He shuddered from head to toe as if I’d just uttered a cursed word that should never be spoken. The pig-faced bastard then nodded solemly, “Precisely, lad.”

I didn’t have the time to continue this conversation because two pairs of giant boobs materialized right in front of my eyes from one moment to the next, enveloping me in their heavenly warmth.

“Quinnie!!!!!” Lumi and Miri squealed together, hugging me into their bosoms needily.

“Ah! The baby is here!!” Nyxara shrieked all of a sudden. The chaotic arrival of my mothers prompted her to look at what the commotion was about, which made her lay her eyes on me. An existential shudder traveled alongside my spine as she instinctively licked her lips like I was the tastiest candy she’d ever seen. At least that was the case until Dragnar beheaded her.

But sadly, in this dimension, death wasn’t a possibility. Her head and the extremely unhinged look on it returned a few moments later, despite Dragnar not stopping her body’s desecration for a single moment.

I didn’t know how she had only realized my presence now. I understood that she was immersed in her battle, but she should still have had enough presence of mind to realize my smell had returned. But then I glanced at Malakar and realized what must’ve been going on. The crafty old bastard somehow masked my scent as soon as I arrived.

I tried to send him an appreciative glance, but I couldn’t move my head much as it was lodged in the plush heaven that was my mothers’ overwhelming bosoms.

Instead, I grabbed onto their dainty hips and kicked off the ground, using my wind powers to ascend into the skies. I didn’t want to be in the presence of those four down there.

“Quinnie, we’re so glad you’re back already!” Lumi squealed, laying a flurry of smooches on my head.

“But how come you’re here so soon?” Miri asked curiously, though her joyous tone remained.

“Mothers…” I began, somehow managing to free my head from the clutches of their giant breasts. Their gorgeous eyes looked up at me, studying my face for any changes. A healthy pink blush on their cheeks told me how truly happy they were right now.

But alas, I would have to postpone this merry chat. “Mothers, I’m beyond relieved to have returned to your side so soon. However, this unruly son of yours apologizes.”

That statement of mine raised their eyebrows questioningly.

“I would like to begin the trial as soon as possible. I’ll tell you all that has happened to me since the last time we met afterward. I’m in the mindset to start immediately. Pleasure will come after work.”