Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1459 A Strange Training Session

Chapter 1459  A Strange Training Session

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Quinlan stopped by the edge of the bath and looked down at the trio.

“This,” he said slowly, already bracing himself, “was not what I prepared for.”

Hanae’s smile deepened. “Training takes many forms.”

His gaze moved between the three women with calm, and after a moment, he raised an eyebrow. His tone was dry when he spoke.

“Training takes many forms, yes. But what exactly are we training here?”

Ayame answered him without waiting for a single moment. Her lips pulled into a smug curve as she leaned back with both arms resting along the stone behind her, while her dark hair clung to her shoulders, and her delicate, perky breasts were clearly visible to the naked eye.

Her crystal blue eyes were bright with mischief as she looked him over.

“How about training restraint, Quinnie? Can you manage not to…~”

Quinlan’s eyes shifted to her at once, unimpressed but amused all the same.

“First of all, you already know only my mothers get to call me Quinnie.” His gaze lingered on her sexy breasts for a beat before it traveled up, returning to her amused eyes.

She knew he was shamelessly checking her out. She knew he observed her assets many times before, and he did so again without caring what anyone else thought.

That’s why Ayame puffed her chest out, trying to taunt her lover to get hard before the two quirky ladies. She thought it’d be funny if he did so.

Ayame might’ve sported the smallest assets in the whole harem, but the oriental girl was not insecure about it. She understood that her lover was infatuated with her, both body and mind, and she did not need to grow giant breasts to continue seducing him. He was already hooked.

Already fully aware of her game, Quinlan continued without getting caught. “Second, I just conquered Nyxara and evolved even further from my now obsolete Primordial Breeding Physique. Of course I can manage.”

For a heartbeat, the only sound was the water shifting around them.

Then Hanae’s posture sagged.

Her shoulders drooped as though some immense weight had settled upon them, her lips pulling downward in an exaggerated pout as she stared at him in disbelief, eyes glistening with tears theatrically as she lifted one hand to her heart.

“So this is how it ends…” she whimpered mournfully. “It seems my age has finally caught up to me.” She let out a long, suffering sigh. “The worst day of my entire existence. A young man, brimming with vitality and full of virility, has just declared that I am so unpleasant to look at that I could not stir his interest even in the slightest.”

Her mouth trembled as she stared into the steam, lips drooping further, as though the tragedy were too great to bear.

Quinlan regarded her with a truly wry look.

“You would feel better if I got hard seeing your naked body?”

Hanae stiffened, eyes snapping back to him as though she had been struck by lightning, her expression shifting instantly from wounded despair to outright shock.

“What are you, a pervert? That is basically sexual assault! I did not know Luminara and Mearie raised such a promiscuous child.”

Quinlan’s mouth twitched as he shook his head slowly, the wry edge to his expression deepening.

“You truly are the ancestor of these two, Hanae. In every possible way.”

Ayame broke then with her composure shattering as she giggled openly, clearly enjoying every second of this exchange.

Black Fang, meanwhile, remained reclined in the spring, her back supported by smooth stone as the water traced the lines of her body that sported gorgeous, glowing purple serpentine tattoos. Her long dark hair was spread around her with faint purple accents catching the lantern light, and without lifting her head, she looked up at Quinlan through narrowed eyes.

“Why am I included in your nonsense?” she asked coolly. “I am normal, unlike these two.”

“Hahaha!” Ayame’s laughter burst out in earnest at that, bright and unrestrained.

Black Fang’s gaze slid sideways toward her at once.

“What’s so humorous?” she asked flatly.

Ayame wiped at the corner of her eye.

“Wait, you weren’t joking? I thought you were finally cracking jokes.”

Black Fang’s eyes narrowed further as she took in the sight of her little sister’s smug grin. Black Fang knew that Ayame knew she wasn’t joking. Yet that cheeky girl still dared to pretend.

‘What an ill-mannered child. Just like her damned ancestor.’

Irritation kept creeping further into her posture as she sank a fraction deeper into the water.

Hanae straightened abruptly, splashing slightly as she turned toward Black Fang with wide eyes.

“Does that mean you think I am not normal?” she yelped, looking even more hurt than when Quinlan didn’t get hard seeing her body.

Black Fang did not hesitate.

“Yes. You are a crazy old woman.”

Hanae stared at her, utterly stunned, mouth parting as though her mind were struggling to process the words, and then she pointed at the shameless woman reclining comfortably with a trembling hand.

“Descendant!” she cried. “How dare you?! Take that back!!”

Black Fang responded to Hanae’s outburst and demands by doing exactly nothing of consequence. She eased herself back further against the stone with her arms folding beneath her chest as though the conversation had lost all relevance, her body sinking a little deeper into the spring while her gaze drifted upward toward the steam, clearly finished engaging with either of them.

Hanae watched her for half a second longer, lips pressed into a tight line, then turned away with a pronounced pout that was anything but dignified, her cheeks puffing as she crossed her arms. Ayame, on the other hand, completely lost the battle she had been fighting. Laughter was spilling out of her.

Hanae kept pouting and whimpering in self-pity for a bit longer, then finally turned her head back toward Quinlan, her expression smoothing out as though the entire display had never happened. She waved a hand dismissively.

“Do not concern yourself, child. I was merely jesting. Whether your lower half reacts or not is of no importance to me.” She tilted her head slightly, looking utterly confident. “If you do react, it merely means your body responds naturally to the sight of three good-looking women in the nude. If you do not, then it means you possess an abnormal level of control over your libido.” Her lips curved faintly. “I am satisfied with accepting either outcome.”

Quinlan’s mouth pulled into a slow grin as he looked at her. ‘So the idea that I simply do not find her attractive never even crossed her mind. What confidence.’ His gaze lingered for a moment longer. ‘With that body, though, I suppose it makes sense. I bet she wasn’t starved for suitors back in Thalorind. Or should I call them simps?’

Hanae truly did look like a vision carved from indulgence. Where Ayame was lithe and compact, her ancestor was fuller, her curves softer and more pronounced, carrying a maturity that only served to bolster her sexual appeal. The resemblance between them was unmistakable in the shape of the eyes, the line of the jaw, the familiar tilt of the head, and Quinlan could see clearly that this woman was not merely related to Ayame in blood but was, in every meaningful way, her predecessor, refined and aged without losing any of the allure that defined her lineage.

He shook his head as he finally stepped forward and lowered himself into the bath. The heat wrapped around him as he settled between Ayame and Hanae, water rising along his sides while Black Fang lounged comfortably in front of him, unbothered and entirely at ease.

He had naturally seen Ayame naked countless times before. He had also shared the sauna with Black Fang, where she ended up dropping her towel when the conversation got heated.

Lastly, Hanae’s bearing made it clear she considered her body something to be appreciated rather than concealed. None of the three women was uncomfortable with his presence, and he was invited here to begin with. There was no need to be uncomfortable or have annoying, virgin-like reactions.

Why would he not jump into the steamy bath with three babes?

Standing at the edge and pretending otherwise would have been pointless.

So Quinlan chose the much more appealing path, the path of least resistance, sinking into the warmth with them.

He let out a slow breath as he finally settled with one arm lifting to rest across Ayame’s delicate shoulders, his arm warm against her skin as he drew her a little closer, and the sound that left him was, for once, not a remark but an unguarded exhale.

“This feels way better than I thought it would…” he murmured with eyes easing shut for a brief moment as the heat soaked deeper into muscles that had been clenched for far longer than he wanted to admit.

Only now, with the water cradling him and holding the familiar body of his amazing samurai lover close, did he feel just how exhausted he truly was.