Chapter 1042: Impulsive Vex
Chapter 1040 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" starts unfolding: Feng and Serika exchanged a brief glance. Their expressions were unreadable to anyone else in... Discover more!
Feng and Serika exchanged a brief glance. Their expressions were unreadable to anyone else in the room.Then, sharing the same thought, their eyes shifted toward Quinlan. No words passed between them. This was the royal palace, after all. Who knew what sort of surveillance methods they had for spying on them? None of them would be shocked to learn they were being observed right this moment.
The two womenâs gaze was steady. Resolute.
Quinlan tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. Without having them say anything, he perfectly understood what they were âsaying.â
âIs this really what you want?â The question lingered unspoken between them.
Once again, the ladies didnât need to part their lips to respond. Quinlan saw the answer in their eyes. Whatever decision this was, it wasnât born in the last five minutes. Theyâd been turning it over in their minds for a while now, and they had already made peace with it.
With a slow breath, Quinlan summoned the power of his class. The magic coiled outward like an invisible net, brushing over them both before weaving into their very cores.
This was not some lighthearted pact. It was a slavery spell, a binding meant to strip away oneâs freedom entirely, tying their will to his. For any sane person, it would be a humiliating, degrading act. But more than that, it would be a tragedy of the highest order, one that induced deep-rooted depression and dejection in their very souls.
But Fengâs lips curled upwards into a bright, satisfied smile. Serikaâs own grin followed a heartbeat later. There was no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. To them, this wasnât losing freedom, but trust. Trust so absolute they would put their very lives and souls in his hands.
Because to them, becoming his subjugated people wasnât imprisonment. It was belonging.
They both exhaled in relief. Now, there would never be any question. At long last, they were proper members of the Elysiar family. After all, it seemed to be a tradition in the family for the women to be enslaved by the patriarch...
Fengâs voice rang through the newly forged bond. She sounded giddy, extremely curious, and excited.
Jasmine blinked in surprise.
Hearing the foxkinâs statement, Feng couldnât help but tilt her chin up smugly. Her mental tone dripped with satisfaction.
Fengâs smug little declaration, complete with her chin tilted high like an empress expecting worship, was cut short by a sharp smack to the back of her head.
"Ow! What was that for?!" she yelped while both of her hands flew up to cradle the offended spot.
Ayame wore the expression of a long-suffering parent. "I donât like your attitude, daughter. Stop looking so smug for no reason."
Fengâs lower lip jutted out in a giant pout, her eyes darting toward Quinlan for rescue, only to be met with a swift flick to her forehead.
"Tch!" She recoiled again, rubbing her now-doubly abused head.
"Listen to your mother, you damned brat," Quinlan declared as the corner of his mouth quirked in that familiar, maddening way.
Feng froze for a heartbeat at the words. Then, still rubbing her reddened forehead, her lips softened into a small, tender smile.
Damned brat.
It pulled her straight back to those months on Zhenwu, where her nights were spent under the frigid, starlit sky, nestled into his protective embrace for warmth.
She remembered the steady beat of his heart under her ear, the quiet way his presence had made the cold feel nonexistent.
It had been the first time in her life sheâd felt at peace. At peace with herself, with her place in the world, and with the man holding her.
And here, in the middle of the royal palace, with a smarting forehead and his teasing voice still lingering in her ears, that same tranquil warmth bloomed in her chest all over again.
But, of course, she wouldnât let others know such thoughts. Especially not when the two most annoying people she knew were listening in.
"Just wait until I grow strong enough... Iâll beat up both of you! Hmph!!!"
Ayame and Quinlan laughed together, and the rest of the women snickered joyously alongside.
That was until Vex spoke up.
"Hubby... I want a baby too!"
Vexâs crimson eyes narrowed. A sharp glint of possessiveness flashed across them as she glared at Feng and Ayame. It wasnât murderousânot yetâbut it was the kind of jealous, territorial stare that made the air feel heavier.
Ayame arched a brow. The cheeky samurai couldnât help but smirk. "I knew you were one sadistic bitch, but did you seriously get jealous over that? All I did was smack my daughterâs head."
Vexâs eyes turned colder as she shifted her attention to the oriental woman. "No, I donât want a child I can beat. Who are you calling sadistic, you domestic abuser? Youâre a damned criminal..."
"Right!" Feng nodded along fervently.
Vex continued, her expression returning to the previous dreamy one. "I want this familial warmth, too! Being together with you, Hubby, is already a dream come true for me, but having a new life to nurture together... Doesnât that sound amazing?!"
Quinlan gave her a flat, bemused look. After all, Feng wasnât Ayameâs daughter, and the two womenâs relationship was... letâs just say volatile at best. Their "mother-daughter" dynamic was a running joke more than reality.
"Did you think this through?" he asked with a voice that made her freeze.
Vexâs earlier confidence faltered instantly. Her lips trembled cutely, and her eyes darted away before she mumbled, "... Maybe I was a bit impulsive. I... I understand itâs not possible right now."
Quinlanâs gaze lingered on Vex for a moment. His expression was unreadable.
Then, he gave a small, knowing nod. However, this nod was not one of agreement with her request, but of acknowledgment.