Chapter 156 Chill time

This chapter was released a bit later because it was my birthday, and I celebrated it with friends. After a hearty lunch and cake with brandy, I'm ready to write again. Enjoy reading.

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Adam sighed heavily and could barely bring himself to look at what the tattoo looked like. Amarantha also discovered faint outlines on his shoulder, upper arms, and forearms. It looked as if he were the kind of teenager who got tattoos because it looked cool.

"Doesn't it hurt? Are you tired? Do you feel unwell?" Amarantha bombarded him with questions, her face filled with concern, and her hands trembled as she massaged the spot where the dragon tattoo had appeared. "It's so hot like it's been seared through. Damn, I don't have any ice magic spells! Hey, you, cool this place down."

"Y-yes!"

Adam silently watched as one of the ninja-clad attendants approached him and first swallowed, then looked at him, or rather, inspected him from head to toe before finally placing her hand on his left chest. Almost immediately, Adam felt a pleasant coolness and tingling on his left chest, and the sensation of his skin being seared passed very quickly.

"Stop panicking like that, Amarantha. Stay calmer in such situations, you can do it," Adam said with a smile, observing how his beautiful wife wiped the sweat from his forehead. "This pain is nothing, and besides, I've achieved some accomplishments..."

However, he cut off his words when he heard a familiar sound, one he recognized.

Ding!

[System detects an external factor...]

Ding!

[System sends a request "????"...]

Adam squinted, his eyebrows involuntarily furrowing, and his hand reached for the back of his head. He felt very strange as soon as he looked at the second notification, which mentioned a request. All of this smelled extremely unpleasant, and it seemed like Adam was lifting the veil of the system's mystery.

"A request... I think the system is a force with an autonomous system at its core, where the user is simply using it for their benefit. It's suspicious that there's such a creature that the System needs to send requests to," Adam pondered, relaxing his facial expression. "Though, I suppose I was naive to think that this power had no hidden pitfalls. Perhaps I need to be careful, or else it won't be the best situation for me."

Sighing, the man shifted his gaze to the small dragon, who was sleeping peacefully. This little one's tail swayed very relaxedly, and from her mouth came elongated sounds like "Meow-meow-meow." In short, she was sleeping well. Of course, it was Dereris.

"I envy her. She sleeps and has good dreams, and here I'm dying of fatigue," Adam thought, rolling his eyes. "And I still have things to do... I need to name the city, and I don't even know what name to give it."

Rolling his eyes at her, Adam stood up from his seat and stretched. Although he felt tired...

[The request has been approved]

[Level up!]

[Level up!]

[Level up!]

DING!

[A new function has been added to the System: [Communication]. For details, please enter the System space.]

"Profile," Adam mumbled.

DING!

[Name: Adam

Race: Demon

Class: Casanova (Level 38).

Subclass: Leader (can be developed) [Open details]

Attribute: Darkness, Seduction.

Level: Demon General (C-)

Sin: Lust (100%), Envy (100%), Pride (99%)

Seduction Points: 25,987

Partners: Claire, Maria, Iliantra, Elara, Elyra, Amarantha...] historical

"So many changes. I've increased my class level, and sin percentage, and earned more seduction points... I guess I need to acquire a skill? I remember there's an interesting one," Adam thought, cracking his neck. "I suppose I'll take a bath for now... and invite the girls."

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Today, Adam's mansion bath was once again filled. The total number of women reached ten.

"How nice it is to soak in a warm bath and feel the joy of life after a hard day," Adam muttered as he got into the large tub.

A splash of water was heard. Amarantha, who was, of course, naked, sat down next to him. Her seductive and beautiful body, very slim and attention-grabbing, was visible under the water. She gently rubbed her hands and massaged her shoulders.

"Girls, finish up there and join us~," she lazily said, resting her head on Adam's shoulder. Yawning as cute as a cat, she closed her eyes.

Elyra, Elara, Ekaterina, Shizuya, and Chloe rolled their eyes. They had just returned from shopping and personal errands, but upon receiving a message from Adam, they rushed to the bath immediately. They undressed completely and started washing before getting into the tub.

"Elyra, is it just me, or did your breasts grow?" Elara asked in surprise, suddenly reaching around from behind to grab Elyra's breasts.

"E-e-eek! Elara, please stop. This is awkward," Elyra complained, slapping Elara's hand away. "Only Adam is allowed to touch my breasts!"

"I get it... I was just surprised that your breasts have gotten significantly bigger. Have you measured your size?" Elara asked, waving her hands.

"Measured?... No, not really. But the last time I checked, I was a D cup," Elyra mumbled, tilting her head. She cupped her breasts with her hands. "Oh... indeed. My breasts have become larger. Could this be an effect of pregnancy?"

The women had different reactions to Elyra's muttering: Ekaterina, Chloe, and Elara's faces contorted as if they had eaten a bug, while Shizuya merely smirked. The topic of Elyra's pregnancy was quite touchy, as many women had asked Adam about it, but he hadn't given a clear answer.

And Elyra being pregnant by him greatly affected their nerves... in simpler terms, they were jealous. Of all the women, only Amarantha didn't worry about it, even though she also wanted to have a child with Adam but chose to remain silent, considering all the possible problems.

"What? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Elyra muttered in a puzzled tone.

"Just ignore us. We're just cardboard cutouts."

After two minutes, the women got into the bath. Adam was surrounded by female bodies: Amarantha on the right, Elyra on the left, and Elara between his legs, while Shizuya and Ekaterina took positions behind his back, embracing him. It was uncomfortably tight, but Adam felt like the lord of a harem.

"This is what living means," he thought, hiding a smile on his face. "I feel like the lord of a harem, heh... although it's not that far from the truth if you think about it."

Occasionally, there was a splash of water as the women shifted slightly and talked to each other. Amarantha remained silent, apparently immersed in the relaxing bath, while Elyra and Elara discussed today's purchases.

"Sir Ricky recently released a new line of clothing, inspired by the fashion of the now-vanished country of Varasima. I've been there, and the architecture of the buildings was truly impressive," Elyra murmured in a soft and pained voice as if she was recalling that cruel scene that became known to everyone after Varasima fell.

"Indeed... they say he used the proceeds to help refugees from Varasima. It boosted his reputation in the capital," Elara said, continuing Elyra's thought. She turned to Adam and slyly smiled, pointing at her cheek. "Adam, dear, wasn't that your idea?"

Adam, who was already sinking into relaxation, raised an eyebrow and looked at Elara, who was smiling slyly. He straightened up and smiled in response, saying, "Yes, it was, but to say it's entirely my doing would be too wrong. Ricky himself was considering doing it, but he didn't want to use the profits without my permission. So, I advised on running a promotional campaign."

"Cruel," Amarantha commented sarcastically.

"Yes, yes, the cruel demon Adam helps refugees who suffered at the hands of his kind. Please, lock me up," Adam said with a grin, his voice rough.

The women chuckled. Adam gently smiled, suddenly thinking that his appearance resembled those notorious womanizing villains shown for a few seconds in the story to create some tension.

"Oh..." Adam suddenly thought, "What about my older brother... wasn't his name Azaroth?"

***

Speaking of Azaroth's situation, it's impossible to hold back tears. First, he was tormented by a dragon, almost completely draining his life force, and then he was urgently summoned to the capital. Despite his sixth sense screaming danger, the man didn't even consider running away. Something told him that in this case, he would suffer ten times more.

And now, in the Queen of Demons' castle, the quiet sounds of two creatures' footsteps could be heard. One of the men was a muscular figure with short blond hair and black eyes typical of the Chaos royal family. He had a dirty beard and brown skin, and his face was distorted by emotions like fear, concern, and stress.

That was Azaroth. Next to him was a middle-aged man with a bald head and black eyes. He was thin and very ugly, his face covered with wrinkles and warts, from which short black hair sprouted. Compared to him, Azaroth was a handsome devil. It was the third prince of Chaos, Azazel.

"B-b-brother... w-what are we going to do? W-what should we do?" Azazel said anxiously, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind. His voice quivered, and each word he spoke was heavy as if he had just run a marathon.

"I don't know, damn it!" Azaroth complained, frowning. "I don't know what to do. It took me quite some time to recover, but even in this form, I'm no more than a child against Mother. That's the worst part."

"Yeah... b-but, why is he alive? Didn't you destroy his source of magic and hand him over to the elves? I thought they would kill him right away," Azazel worriedly said.

Azaroth didn't answer. He just pressed his lips and looked at the open door ahead. It was the entrance to the throne room. Through the open door, he saw his mother, just as mighty, and her face was hidden behind curtains. All the confidence he had before entering the castle disappeared in an instant.

To be continued...