Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 126: Confession

Chapter 126: Confession

It wasn’t long before Elion found himself staring down at the two naked, beautiful women who were kneeling before him.

He sank onto the edge of the massive four-poster bed in the master bedroom, his mind reeling, grappling with the bombshell they’d just dropped on him.

To say he was absolutely shocked would be an understatement.

“Huh?”

It was the only sound Elion managed to make.

“Please punish these unfilial servants for their earlier disrespect, Master,” Esmeralda said clearly, pressing her head harder into the carpet, her voice no longer playful or teasing.

Elion stared at them.

Esme and Esmeralda, were completely bare, their voluptuous bodies arched in perfect submission.

Ophelia, with her forehead pressed to the floor, her enormous tits splayed out beneath her, heavy and flattened against the fibers, nipples scraping the weave

Her ass, that monstrous, jiggling expanse of flesh, thrust high in the air. Beside her, Esmeralda mirrored the pose, her petite frame somehow packing the same sinful curves.

Her full breasts hung pendulous, swaying gently as she shifted her weight, dark nipples erect and begging for a pinch. Her ass stuck up, round and firm, the skin flushed from Elion’s earlier grappling, with faint red handprints blooming across the pale globes.

Between her legs, her pussy lips parted naturally in this position, exposing the wet, pink interior that clenched rhythmically, as if requesting the stretch of his fingers inside her. A fresh bead of her juices escaped, sliding down her thigh to join the damp spot forming on the rug.

“We’ve been wicked, hiding our intentions from you. Use us as you see fit—whip us, fuck us, make us pay. Please!”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the obscene display. The devotion in their gaze was almost unsettling.

Esme lifted her head just enough to glance back at him through her tousled golden hair, her red lips parted, tongue flicking out to wet them. “We do not deserve mercy, please use our bodies!”

For one. They had been telling the truth about the estate. They really had purchased it recently.

Just Yesterday. And then, without hesitation, they told him they bought it for him.

For him?

Elion could only stare at them in silence.

At this point, anyone would be wondering why. Why would two powerful women buy an estate overnight and hand it over to a man they had only just met?

The answer, according to them, was simple.

They had a story to tell.

It began with the moment they asked to move to the bedroom, and then they removed the artifacts that had been concealing their ranks and even their races. The air in the room had shifted the instant those items came off. The pressure became heavier. Colder.

And then Elion saw it.

Their true statuses.

[Status]

Name: Ophelia Nightshade

Race: Succubus

Age: 470 years

Rank: Grand Mage

[Status]

Name: Esmeralda Nightshade

Race: Succubus

Age: 126 years

Rank: High Mage

The moment that information settled in his mind, it felt as if something had exploded inside his skull.

A pair of succubi.

A Grand Mage. And a High Mage. It suddenly felt like something clicked in his head.

Ophelia, who carried herself with playful ease, was nearly five centuries old. Esmeralda, who looked barely past her early thirties, had lived more than a century.

But they were not human. Or members of any of the well-known races. The teasing smiles. The controlled aura. The faint killing intent.

It all made sense now.

But that was only the surface.

Because the story that followed after they revealed this truth was even more unbelievable.

One Hour Earlier…

“As you can see, we are succubi,” Ophelia began calmly after removing the artifact from her wrist. The playful tone she usually carried was gone. “Now let me tell you a story.”

She folded her hands neatly in her lap. Esmeralda stood beside her in silence.

“Centuries ago, before I was even born, our race was hunted by the paladins of the Goddess of Light’s Empire. They called us sex demons.” A faint, humorless smile touched her lips. “Which is not entirely wrong. That is the nature of our abilities, and also a part of our nature as a race.” The bitterness in her tone was very much evident.

Her eyes hardened slightly.

“But then they declared us a stain upon their doctrine. And a scourge on society.”

“Back then, succubi operated quietly across the world. We owned brothels and secret establishments in many cities, even within the Light Empire itself. They were careful and organized. But they were also hidden in plain sight.

“What did we have to hide? Everyone knew of our existence; they knew of our degenerate habits

“So when tensions began to rise, it was completely unexpected; the elders reluctantly shut down most of our businesses overnight,” Ophelia continued. “That was before the purge.”

“Our race had never been large, neither in strength nor in numbers. Not like the elves and beast clans. Not like the dragons. And not like the humans.

“We have one of the lowest birth rates among all races,” she said. “Despite our nature. Despite the fact that we procreate more than any other race.”

It was almost ironic.

“We were never many. But we were close. Very close. More united than most races.”

“And with the blessing of the Goddess of Lust, our race was strong. Strong enough that when the paladins first ambushed us, sending small groups at a time, the succubi handled it easily.

“They underestimated us,” Ophelia said quietly. “And they paid for it.”

“For a time, it was a quiet war. Hidden from the rest of the world and controlled.

“Then one day, everything changed.

“The Goddess of Lust stopped giving us her blessing. Which obviously made our abilities a lot weaker. Yes, most of our abilities are not combat-related, but they still contribute a big portion of our strength.”

Elion’s eyes sharpened as he noted her mention of the goddess of lust. Were they the same? Probably. And once he had that thought, the pieces were starting to slowly come together.

[The Goddess of Lust smiles upon you. She takes pity on your suffering and has chosen you as her champion.]

He still remembered that statement in vivid detail. It had saved his life when he was about to die. Well, the goddess did, and this was the first time he was hearing about her from another person.

Obviously, he was curious. How were these things related? Because he told himself they were not related at all, either he was incredibly braindead, or just plain stupid.