Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 282: An Exotic Beauty!

Chapter 282: An Exotic Beauty!

The woman let out an amused chuckle, the soft sound echoing lightly in the empty chamber, but Elion still couldn’t see her. His vision was too limited, and his body too weak to even attempt to turn his head.

“How careless of me… I do apologise for leaving you unattended for so long,” she said smoothly, her tone casual, almost conversational, as if they were discussing something trivial rather than the fact that he had been left to rot for weeks.

“But wars are time-consuming, and a rather powerful mage appeared that only I could deal with, so I had no choice but to leave quickly, and I forgot to tell someone to check on you.”

Her footsteps shifted slightly behind him.

“The battle itself was… quite close,” she continued, her voice carrying a faint hint of amusement as she recalled her time on the battlefield, “so close and time-consuming that it took a whole month before my opponent finally decided to call a retreat when he realised he couldn’t defeat me so easily.”

Elion listened quietly.

Or rather…

He tried to.

Her words reached him, but they felt distant, like they had to travel through layers of fog before reaching his mind, and even then, they barely registered properly, slipping in and out of his awareness as he struggled to stay conscious.

He didn’t know why she was explaining all this to him, as if they were long-lost friends. And more importantly…

Wasn’t she supposed to set him free first before blabbering on about things he didn’t care about?

Why was she just standing there and speaking like this?

Well…

Technically, she was speaking to him. But he couldn’t exactly respond in the state he was in.

“Oh, right… Your condition is not very good.”

She seemed to realise it only now. Her footsteps started again.

Clink…

Clink…

They grew louder as she walked forward, coming around to his side, and though his vision was still blurred, he could faintly make out a silhouette now, a figure standing beside the stone platform he was lying on.

“Let me get rid of these chains and heal you up to peak health…” she said casually.

She simply snapped her fingers, and just like that, the binds that had given him so much trouble for the past three weeks or so were undone in an instant.

Elion felt it immediately, the sudden release, the absence of pressure around his limbs, and more than that, a gush of mana rushed back into his body all at once, flooding through his veins, filling every empty space, reinvigorating him from the inside out as well as filling his drained core.

He took in a shuddering breath as air rushed into his lungs. It took him a moment, but his heartbeat steadied, and his strength quickly returned to him.

“Hm…”

The woman looked at him in mild confusion, tilting her head slightly.

“Maybe I don’t need to heal you after all,” she mused lightly, “you have an odd physique.” Her eyes roamed over him appraisingly, lingering on his bare chest and the thin fabric of his underpants, briefly stopping at the docile bulge.

Sure enough, Elion already felt better within a mere second, the dryness in his throat faded even though he hadn’t drunk any water, and the weakness in his limbs disappeared as if it had never been there; then his vision snapped back into perfect clarity almost instantly.

He didn’t waste a second.

His upper body lifted sharply as he pushed himself up from the stone slab, his muscles tensing instinctively as his eyes locked onto the woman in front of him, his gaze sharp, wary and alert.

But when he saw her, whatever concerns he had seemed to vanish into a puff of invisible smoke. A bombshell went off in his mind, and words died on his lips.

His jaw dropped slightly, and it stayed like that as he stared at her, completely frozen, his mind blanking for a moment as his eyes traced her features.

She was… beautiful.

No.

That word didn’t even begin to cover it.

It was like looking at someone who didn’t belong in the same world as him, like a goddess that had descended from the heavens and taken form right in front of him.

Elion felt… complicated.

Did he even have the right to be mad at this woman?

He had said before that the likes of Celeste, Mira, Isolde, Beatrice, and even Aria’s mother were some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he had meant it, but now… now it felt like his standards had just been shattered and rebuilt entirely, raised by at least three more grades, like a whole new world had just opened up to him.

She was just that beautiful.

Not that the others were suddenly less beautiful.

No.

This was just… something else entirely. And the most unbelievable part was definitely her skin, which made it clear that she wasn’t human.

From what he had seen from the others in the forest, she was most probably a demon, which told him one thing. He had been captured by the demon forces.

Her skin was a faint, smooth shade of blue, almost ethereal, and instead of detracting from her appearance, it elevated it, giving her an exotic, otherworldly allure that was impossible to ignore, and if that alone wasn’t enough, then the horns were even more telling.

Two pairs.

The first pair was smaller, elegant, jutting out from her forehead in a gentle curve, their roots partially hidden beneath her bangs, while the second pair was larger and thicker, emerging from within her hair and curling downward along the sides of her head before sweeping inward, their sharp tips pointing upward with a refined, almost regal grace.

They were a deep, sleek midnight black colour that reflected the red glow from the flame torches.

And somehow…

They made her look even more beautiful. Her appearance was a devilish kind of beauty, the kind that could start wars, and for good reason.

If he didn’t know about the war, and she told him that the war she had mentioned earlier had been fought for her hand in marriage, he might actually believe her.

In fact, he might even join to gain her approval!

Any man who laid eyes on this woman would no doubt want to slip into her bed.

His gaze drifted upward again, taking in her hair. It was black, long and silky, flowing down her back like strands of liquid darkness, the same deep black as her horns, with faint streaks of white woven through it, subtle but striking, adding to her already overwhelming presence.

Then… he looked back at her face. It was sharp and absolutely refined.

Her brows were thin, not fully covering the length of her eyes, giving her a slightly aloof look; her lashes looked long and pale, almost white, framing eyes that were sharp at the edges, naturally carrying that devilish, predatory allure.

And her eyes…

Heavens.

They were odd. Beautifully odd and different from anything he had ever seen on any other being.

To start with, she had black sclera instead of white, then there was a thin white ring separating it from the iris, and that iris… it was a deep, vivid red, with slit black pupils that seemed to drink in light rather than reflect it.

To call them odd would be an understatement. They were hypnotic in the way that you feel like you have to keep looking in them until eventually you get lost in their depth.

Elion had to force himself to pry his gaze away from them and look lower on her exquisite face. He was met with a small, delicate nose that matched what he had seen already perfectly.

High cheekbones that gave her face structure and elegance, and then a soft but defined chin to top it all off in a fitting manner.

Finally, he gazed at her lips… They were thin, perfectly shaped, and painted in a deep, bloody red that stood out starkly against her blue skin, but they also matched her red irises well.

Then his eyes drifted further down to finally look at her body. With a face like that, it was only natural that her form would not be disappointing.

Her body was rightfully curved and voluptuous, but not overly so.

Every line of her figure flowed naturally into the next. Her waist was narrow, her hips were wide, and her chest was definitely below average in size and visibly firm from the way they were propped up on her chest.

The angle she was standing at gave him a nice sideways view of her ass, which was round and firm, the kind that jiggled subtly with each shift of her weight, accentuated by the way the fabric rode up just enough to tease the blue skin beneath.

Elion swallowed. He looked her up and down more times than he cared to count, as he burned the sight of her voluptuous form into his mind.

All her proportions were balanced in a way that felt almost unreal, like she had been sculpted with intention by the heavens themselves rather than being naturally born. Her light blue skin was smooth and flawless across every visible inch.

She wore a long, revealing one-piece dress so he could see plenty of it.

The dark fabric clung tightly to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, the material flowing down her body while exposing just enough to draw the eye, accentuating her figure rather than hiding it.

The dress had high slits on either side of her elegant blue legs, making the design both elegant and provocative, fitting her presence perfectly.

And all the while…

She was watching him as much as he was watching her, with her lips curved slightly into an amused smile.

“Enthralled by my beauty?” she asked lightly.

Her voice snapped him out of his daze.

Elion shook his head, forcing himself to focus as the situation came rushing back to him. His expression tightened slightly.

“Who are you?” he asked, remaining seated as his eyes stayed locked onto her.

“Me?” she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint smile, “I am no one important.” She waved a hand dismissively, briefly revealing her black-painted nails to him.

Elion frowned.

That was not an answer.

“And what do you want with me?” he pressed, his tone sharpening slightly, “Why have you been keeping me here?”

She laughed softly.

“Curious, are we?” she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt, “patience, my dear…I do hope you can walk?”

Elion eyed her for a few seconds, studying her carefully before giving a slow nod.

“Good,” she replied simply, “Come, walk with me if you want answers.”

She turned, her hair flowing like a dark river down her back as she began walking with unhurried steps toward the steel door. The motion made her ass cheeks flex under the dress, the slits parting to flash more of her smooth blue thighs.

Elion frowned as he watched her go. Of course, he didn’t miss the chance to give her backside another brief glance from a different angle.

Then he looked down at himself. He was still in nothing but his underpants.

“…Right.”

He glanced around the empty room again, but there was no sign of his clothes anywhere. He considered pulling something out from his storage, but it would take him too long to put them on, and she was already at the entrance.

She might really leave him in here if he took too long to move.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

With no other choice, he swung his legs off the stone platform, stood up, and followed after her without further complaint.