Chapter 271 23: Oblivious But Vigilant!



Like wildfire, the words and desires of Demon King Andres spread through the demon realm and planets.

Even if they hated him, disliked him for being annoying.

Demons would even fight beside the man who killed their entire race if it meant killing a dragon; not only would a dragon's body grant demons an immense boon if devoured shortly after death.

Dragons have been the sworn enemies of the demons since before humanity, or the universe Asteria existed inside, was created.

The dragons were too powerful, a race that evolved through combat and difficulty, originally nothing more than a sub-race of beastkin or spirit beasts. 

Yet they fought back through their unbending will and their supreme existence, an ancient crimson dragon—both the divines and demons were wiped out from their planet, creating the first non-demon or divine god.

That Dragon's name was Draganis, and he was relentless from the moment he reached the demi-god level to the last moments of his life.

He spent it all carving a path for dragons to escape the mould that those who believed they were the true rules of the universe.

In part, he succeeded.

Dragons began to spread across all worlds, countless galaxies not as beasts but as heralds of change.

Until the unthinkable happened.

The demons and divines joined hands... 

12 Gods from the Light and 9 from the darkness formed a despicable but genius plan that no dragons would ever refuse, even Draganis.

They offered to acknowledge the dragon race, setting up a large ceremony and meeting, a massive gathering of billions, if not trillions, of different races and planets, all in the home universe of the dragons.

Their true goal...

To destroy the red planet Dragonia...

And they succeeded—80% of the dragon race were slaughtered, eastern, western, flood, no matter how thick or thin the bloodline.

It was a dark period, even worse...

Those 21 Gods attacked a lone dragon god—Draganis was faced with impossible odds, his body torn and ripped apart, but he fought for 7 years, 7 months and 7 days before he fell.

It was killing all 21 of the Gods that betrayed them, forever burning the terror of Dragons into the hearts of both demons and divine alike.

In his final moments, he used all his remaining Anima to destroy four demonic and six Divine galaxies.

Thus began the everlasting grudge between dragons, divine and demons.

Zell was sitting on a rock, listening to one of the beautiful historians from the elven tribe who came in place of Lusia, who was having fun with her new friends.

The huge campfire once again lit for a massive dinner outside—women from all four villages made their way to spend the night here, elves, vampires, lycans and vixens. 

All of them were here to meet Zell, hoping he might bring them into his bed while, thanks to the wonderful planning of Yanfra and Yinfra now, they began to bond together, speaking of folklore and the tales such as the one about the Dragon god Draganis.

"Fufu, master has been living a damn charmed life with all the pussy he can eat for the past week, huh~ How about you look at the two who work hardest for you sometimes?" Yinfra teased, her soft body pressing against his left, her beautiful red hair now tied in a sexy bun with curled bangs on the side of her cheek.

"Haha, forgive me, cute little Yinfra. I am trying to balance it as much as possible." 

Suddenly he was pulled to the right, a softer, fluffy body wrapping around him before her gentle voice, like a siren singing at sea, enchanted him.

"Sister, don't be harsh because you're horny and in heat. Our cute little Zell has been spending so much time with the women he treated badly or neglected for so long. You spent 24 hours a day with him, always able to speak to him..."

"Don't be greedy! You even sneak into his bed each night for sex!"

Yanfra seemed to make her soft voice louder near the end, causing many of the women to turn to look at Zell with fiery looks—thanks to the help of Cryska, Almerias and Freyja, who only selected those truly willing.

Zell didn't want all the women to be his—that would be too annoying to deal with and needed more diversity in the gene pool. 

Thus the ones he selected would be treated slightly better in the initial buildup of the villages, and once they slowly grew, other males that were proven to be worthy would be allowed to count the ones that weren't chosen.

This didn't mean Zell would bang the girls instantly—the selected girls would rotate and live in the main village, completing the vital tasks to earn dates and quality time with him to win his favour.

Because Zell already said he would only sleep with women he wanted, no one could force him anymore.I think you should take a look at

Almeria[1] had already created a task force of powerful elven warriors who would oversee order in her village, something that was normally done lightly.

Instead, she and Lusia put together a specific task force, copying the old human police idea but with a more iron-fisted approach.

"Heh... You are just jealous because you are a virgin!"

"Hmph... because he values me!" 

"Silly girl, will he ever sleep with an old woman like you?"

"What!? You're older than me!"

"Hah! You finally admit I am older!"

While the two lynxes were fighting across from both sides of his body, Cryska and her soft blue skin and lovely horns knelt in front of him, serving him meat and fried vegetables from the large barbeque, her delicate fingers slicing the meat, adding the right balance of the new veg to make it taste delicious.

Zell watched her working with such focus on something so little and menial...

He couldn't help but be reminded of how lovely his cute succubus was.

Since the two lynxes released his arm, fighting each other in a melee grappling match behind him, his hand reached out, pulling Cryska into his lap, her hands carrying several mean and vegetable kebabs on a wooden stake.

"Kya!?" Her voice was shrill but alluring, causing many of the young maidens who would eventually sleep with Zell to blush, secretly watching the scene of him flirting with her from the corner of their eyes, wondering what kind of man their lord was.

"Mmph!?" 

Cryska's lips were slightly warm and greasy from the fried chicken and strange garlic-esk sauce, but Zell didn't mind the taste of her breath.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, twirling around hers, tasting the warmth and savoury flavours in her mouth as the sound of their kiss was masked by the crackling bonfire.

"Ahem." Cryska stopped them, one of her fingers coming up to cover her lips, staring at him—Zell smiled, licking his lips as he sat upright, making space between them, clearing his throat; she gave him a glance before sitting back down to resume the meal.

However, now each time she leaned against him to carry the meat into his lips, she would press her enormous bosom against his chest, her lips kissing his neck and cheeks, before wiping the grease from his lips with her thumb after he swallowed, then sucking it clean with her soft lips and tantalising tongue movements.

Their meal passed rather quickly, filled with this level of temptation; he enjoyed eating with Cryska because she knew the limit to stop and how far to go.

A few hours later, he took a stroll after he finished more boring paperwork and gave orders to the scouts sent by each village detailing their plans for the next few weeks.

Zell strolled around the yard and noticed two trusted guards sparring with wooden swords on opposite sides of the courtyard. He watched carefully for a moment—he sensed something different about this group as they seemed to have more unity than ever before. Then he decided to make an appearance.

But he hid himself, hiding his face and jumped at them with a borrowed wooden sword from the rack.

These women were just normal girls, nothing special or super rare. 

A fox, two elves, a lycan and two humans.

The instant he appeared, they all took a step back, their swords forming different stances showing their personalities—a fox with an aggressive stance, her body open but ready to attack at any moment, the two elves took a defensive role, seemingly able to aid the fox and Lycan in an instant.

Identical to the fox but on the opposite side, the Lycan was ready to attack, while the two humans seemed to try to flank Zell's sides.

With every moment passing, Zell saw how confident they looked, enjoying the idea that he would get the first blow, cutting him down to size.

Then, Zell slid out from behind his sword and charged, the two elves quickly moving to intercept him, blocking his attacks with their shields, whilst the fox leapt through the gap between them and slashed out with her huge blade.

She moved fast, but the movements of Zell were beyond her, fluid and flowing, dodging her blade while knocking her body with his left foot into the Lycan, who jumped at his back, knocking them both down, before the two humans lunged at him with their spears only to hit each other with the wooden tips and fall to their knee's rubbing their chest now with a red mark.

"Mmmm, good work, girls," Zell said with a happy tone, removing the Anima hiding his face, causing the girls to blush, rapidly recover, and stand for him.

They all looked down, worried about being scolded for being so weak.

Yet the next moment, he spoke. The girls became exhilarated and followed him like ducklings would their mother.

"All of you, come to my room tonight if you want private, hands-on lessons." His voice was soft, but they could see the lustful look in his eyes and nodded.

Thus Zell slowly built up the trust and affection his guards and villagers had for him—the small group spent more than 20 hours before they had the power to leave his tent, while Zell left after 12 hours in search of something else...

[1] Retconned Almerias -> Almeria (Because it's a pain to write for plurals and sounds better)