Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1249: Soul Recovery
Chapter 1249: Soul Recovery
“Excuse me?! My breasts are perfectly shaped and sized for feeding babies, thank you very much! Having big ones that are too big will not only kill my back but also suffocate the child, hmph! An abundance of resources will lead to fat and lazy offspring! Hmph!!!”
Lucille, greatly and instantly enraged by the elf’s uncalled comment, was ignored.
“But the foxy, on the other hand, is totally right. He would love waking up to this sight…” Seraphiel gestured to all of them with a sly grin before adding, “And since I doubt any of us will sleep tonight, how about we make it a girls’ night? It’s been a while since we talked properly, without using [Master’s Link].”
Jasmine nodded. “Yeah, why not? It might even help him. Hearing our voices, I mean.”
“That’s true,” Serika said softly. “If anyone can find his way back from total and crippling exhaustion, it’s Quinlan. Let’s help him do that.”
The group relaxed a little, moving closer together as the fire crackled quietly. Their voices rose one by one, gentle and familiar, filling the room with warmth.
And on the bed between them, the man they loved remained still, but his lips twitched faintly, as if the sound of them reached him from somewhere far away.
…
The world around him was still, too still.
No sound. No breath. Only faint ripples of light drifting through a vast expanse.
Quinlan blinked and looked around. His surroundings stretched endlessly, yet it was a familiar sight.
It was his soul realm, though something about it felt quieter than usual, as if the air itself was holding its breath.
He glanced down at his hands. They glowed a translucent blue, akin to how his souls looked when summoned through Necromancy.
“Heh.” A small chuckle escaped him. “Who knew I’d get soul soldier drip?”
Just then, a faint pulse caught his attention.
Not far from him, resting beneath the shade of a small crystalline tree, lay Mimi. The little dryad’s skin was pale blue, her body curled up, her tiny chest rising and falling in shallow rhythm.
Her roots wrapped protectively around the little girl who was in a coma ever since suffering from the backlash that she got after banishing the invading Goddess and restraining the rebelling corruption seed.
Quinlan approached and crouched beside her.
Even asleep, her tiny brows were furrowed, as though she was still fighting whatever remnants of that corruption remained.
He sighed, not liking the sight of this fragile girl one bit. “Looks like we both overdid it, huh?”
The dryad didn’t stir, but her tree gave off a little pulse of light, as if agreeing with his words.
He smiled and sat down beside her, folding his legs in the familiar cultivation pose Rykar had drilled into him back in Zhenwu.
He extended his hands and gently lifted Mimi into his palms. Her tiny form barely weighed anything, yet the warmth she gave off was comforting. As he settled into focus, his energy began to flow.
Threads of blue light rose from his core, intertwining with the glowing roots of Mimi’s tree.
A connection formed almost instantly.
The sapling responded, releasing slow waves of soothing light. It wrapped around both of them, seeping into their bodies, and although very slowly, it began mending the cracks left behind by the backlash.
Quinlan exhaled through his nose. “You truly are my guardian… A connection was instantly established between us as soon as I tried,” he murmured.
“Yet when I tried to help you in my usual form, you didn’t respond. I wonder why… Perhaps because we’re both similarly vulnerable right now?”
The energy around him grew thicker, steadier. His soul flickered between shades of blue and white, pulsing in time with Mimi’s weak heartbeat.
He looked down at her, watching as a bit of color returned to her tiny cheeks. The corners of his lips lifted into a smirk. “Mimi and Rosie… you two are way too good for me.” He gave a small laugh under his breath. “What awesome little ladies you are.”
The soul realm remained quiet, but no longer empty. The hum of life returned, carried by the steady rhythm of their shared energy as the two souls were slowly mending, side by side.
…
“Sure, I’m down for some girls’ chat,” Lucille murmured while lovingly stroking Quinlan’s face. “How about a certain rude elf apologizes to this greatly hurt mother?”
“…” Seraphiel didn’t seem very intent on apologizing, though, as the magnanimous woman that she was, she did add,
“Your breasts are certainly not a bad size, and their shapes are very nice, it’s just that… If this were a story in a novel, then the only Milf in the hero’s harem would have tits three times bigger than her own head.”
“Are you saying Quin’s mommies, Miri and Lumi, are the ideal Milf heroines?” Jasmine giggled.
“Let’s move on from the topic of giant tits, shall we? Quin doesn’t care for cow udders; he appreciates all sizes equally. Just look at the first girl he tried to flirt with after arriving in our world…” Lucille grumbled while sending Ayame’s modest chest a glance, not too happy with her elven friend. “And we’ll have a chat, just the two of us.”
“Hey, if we want to wake Quin as soon as possible, then maybe we should continue the topic of breasts, no?” Kitsara mused slyly.
The Slutty Foxy was ignored. Sulking a bit, she decided to change the topic. “So we have nine full women in our midst now. No one is a maiden any longer, hmm? How was it? Tell us~”
Jasmine instantly went deeply red, realizing she had become the new topic of conversation.
But, surprisingly, as if she no longer oozed anxious virgin girl energy, she managed to still her racing heart very quickly. She raised her hands to her chest, sporting the most tender smile and wistful eyes.
“It was… wonderful,” she sighed, the word came out of her delicate lips rich with emotion.
She reached down and lovingly stroked Quinlan’s thighs. “This bull worked me hard, but I have nothing to complain about. It was everything I ever dreamed about, and so much more.”
