Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1446 Need For Experimentation

Chapter 1446  Need For Experimentation

Her arms slid around his neck.

“Congratulations on your success and welcome back, my arrogant primordial…” she whispered lovingly.

Quinlan’s arm wrapped around her waist automatically, returning the embrace.

His hand drifted lower without shame, settling on her backside and giving her perky butt a firm squeeze. Possessive and entirely natural. At least so it felt to the both of them.

Ayame scoffed under her breath.

“Yep. Still the same…”

She leaned into him instead of pulling away, even rising onto her toes to give him better leverage, like she fully approved of the hold.

Her nose brushed his collar.

She sniffed once.

Twice.

“And you don’t even carry the foul stench of a slut despite spending more than a week lying with one,” she added, eyes narrowing slightly. “How curious…”

Quinlan laughed.

“Maybe it never even happened. It could just be your imagination. No evidence, after all.”

She gave him a flat look.

Then smacked his skin lightly.

“Nice try.”

Her finger traced one of the glowing lines along his neck.

“For evidence, I’ll take your wild demonic marks as proof of your crime.”

“Circumstantial at best,” Quinlan grinned.

“Not in the court of wives.”

They both broke into laughter while sporting full grins. Their banter was something they both missed greatly.

Just like this, the tension from earlier finally bled away.

Ayame pulled him down by the collar and kissed him again, longer this time, slow and affectionate, the kind of kiss that carried history instead of heat alone.

Her heart beat steadily against his chest.

His hand stayed on her butt.

The air around them finally felt right.

At least until a new, smooth, authoritative voice cut through the warmth.

“Synchra. Strip him.”

Quinlan blinked.

He turned toward the source.

Kitsara stood a few steps away, tails swaying behind her in slow, elegant arcs. All three moved with lazy confidence, the white fur catching the light with every motion. Her golden eyes held that familiar, predatory gleam.

The kind that meant she had already decided what she wanted.

“My armor listens only to me-” Quinlan started.

Heat pulsed across his chest.

Synchra reacted.

Immediately.

The upper half of his armor peeled back like flowing liquid, retracting. Within a breath, his torso was bare again, markings exposed in full.

That said, his lower half stayed covered because Synchra complied only halfway.

Quinlan stared down at himself.

“… Traitor.”

A soft, red flame replied to his accusation. It was as if the armor herself was curious as to what was going on and wanted to help the girls conduct their detective mission.

Kitsara slowly rubbed her thighs together, tails curling higher.

Her teeth caught her lower lip.

“Why are you so damned hot…?!” she breathed. “Let’s celebrate!”

It took no genius to know what celebration she needed. This Slutty Foxy wanted to feel the Abyssal Genesis Physique right between her drenched thighs.

He adjusted Scar in his arms, looking down at the unconscious soul girl pressed against his chest.

“I’ll have to check what’s going on with her first.”

His tone softened.

Then it sharpened again as he looked at the rest of them, full of desire that ever so slightly reminded the girls of Nyxara’s hunger. She was truly inside him now, even if suppressed…

“But celebrations will come. Make no mistake.”

A visible shiver passed through the group following his declaration.

Lucille’s, Aurora’s, and Vex’s cheeks went red.

Seraphiel’s and Kaelira’s long elf ears twitched rapidly.

Kitsara’s tails fluffed.

Blossom’s tail wagged energetically.

Ayame rolled her eyes but failed to hide her smile.

Every single one of them was clearly imagining how exactly those celebrations might differ now, and their excitement levels grew with every passing moment.

Aurora’s plump bosom bounced slightly as she took one step forward.

“Quin, plans for future celebrations aside, what exactly is this Abyssal Genesis Physique? My curiosity is killing me. What benefits did you gain from unlocking it?”

He paused.

“Right. I didn’t read it yet.”

A few of them groaned.

Quinlan focused inward and pulled up the familiar window.

The text formed quickly.

It was short.

Too short.

He frowned.

“Huh.”

“What?” Aurora leaned in.

“All it says is…” he read aloud, “‘Kept all prior benefits.'”

A pause.

“‘Increased potential.'”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he confirmed. “No specifics. No breakdown. Just… increased potential.”

Aurora adjusted her glasses, mind already racing.

“That’s strange… Kept all prior benefits likely refers to your Primordial Breeding Physique’s increased stats and… [Blessed Seed]… But the ‘increased potential’ part is strange… It feels like you’re reaching further and further into uncharted territory. Maybe proper descriptions don’t even exist for what you’re becoming anymore.”

Quinlan shrugged.

“Maybe. Or maybe the Soul Records is just lazy. Who knows. Either way, I’ll have to run some tests.”

Lucille spoke up slowly.

“You did ask for a utility-based upgrade when the trial started… maybe your physique adapted toward versatility…”

Her voice trailed off.

She bit her lip.

Her gaze dipped toward his waist for half a second before she looked back to his eyes.

“Your Blessed Seed might have different properties now… No? Different from before.”

Quinlan smirked.

“Guess we’ll have to run some tests.”

“Okay… I’ll help you…” she muttered bashfully, visibly full of excitement at the prospect. She just tried to retain decorum due to their large audience.

“Me too…” Aurora nodded.

“Guess I’ll make the noble sacrifice of being the lab rat~” Seraphiel purred, showing much less bashfulness.

“Daughter!” Sylvaris hissed.

“Shush, Mom.”

“Don’t you dare shush me!”

“Ow! Don’t pull my ear, you domestic abuser!” “…”

Quinlan watched the chaos with a smile.

Yeah.

Despite all that had happened, everything felt normal again.

That was when Serika stepped forward through the noise and reached out. Her fingertips brushed Scar’s torn cheek gently.

Her expression softened.

Then she looked up and grinned.

“I, too, will happily volunteer to help you study your new physique,” she said lightly. “But I can’t help wondering what’s going on with Scar.”

Her thumb traced one of the faint cracks of light along Scar’s blue skin.

“She died tons of times before. You just resummoned your Elite Souls every time. Is it different now?”

“Feels like it,” Quinlan nodded.

He shifted Scar a little higher in his arms.

“Resurrecting my Elite Souls is only a matter of mana when they take physical damage. This… This is different. Her injury is more than physical. I’ll have to look into it.”

Then his expression darkened further.

“Also… Mimi helped me a lot alongside Scar in my fight against Nyxara. Poor girl seems unresponsive too… She should be okay, probably just tired, but we’d better make sure.”

Serika’s eyes widened instantly.

“Mimi too?!”

Her posture snapped straight.

“Okay, let’s go right now.”

Protective big sister mode had been activated.

The group shifted from teasing and flirting to focused concern in seconds.

Quinlan took one last breath of the open air, then closed his eyes.

Usually, accessing his soul realm required a deliberate pull. Mana gathered. Intent sharpened. He had to force open that inner door like prying apart two fused plates.

This time…

His Abyssal Genesis Physique reacted to his intent first.

The markings under his skin warmed.

Heat spread along his spine and ribs, then sank inward, deeper than flesh, deeper than bone. His heartbeat slowed and grew heavier, each pulse carrying through his entire body like a drum.

The space around him thinned.

It felt natural.

Too natural.

His soul domain responded as if it had been waiting.

A clean path formed.

There was no strain, no resistance.

The boundary between the primordial realm and his soul realm folded open like fabric being parted by a hand.

“…Huh,” Quinlan muttered. “Increased potential…? Is this part of it?”

He could feel the connection with absurd clarity.

Before, it felt like drilling through stone.

Now it felt like opening a door in his own house.

Seamless.

As if his body had finally been built to properly utilize his soul realm.

Even the others sensed it.

Aurora blinked. “The space just warped…”

Kitsara’s ears twitched. “You didn’t even channel mana…”

Lucille stared. “You just… opened it…”

Quinlan frowned.

“…Yeah. I did.”

That alone should have concerned him.

Still, Scar and Mimi came first.

He stepped forward, and the moment his feet touched the soil of his soul realm, his eyes widened.

“What in the Goddess’ sexy lacy panties is going on here?” What awaited him inside his realm was a truly unexpected sight.