Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 965: Cruel Master

Chapter 965: Cruel Master

Their breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. Their delicate hands trembled against the dirt. Tears beaded at the corners of their eyes from sheer psychological annihilation.

Vivienne’s lips quivered. “M-Master, please give me a pardon!” Her voice cracked as she instinctively opened her mouth to beg. Anything for a pardon.

But before a single word could escape, *Smack.*

Amara’s hand flew sideways, silencing her.

“Don’t,” Amara hissed under her breath, her entire body shuddering. “Don’t beg. You know better.”

And then *Slam!* Amara drove her forehead into the dirt again. Hard. Loud. A wordless declaration.

She chose submission. Not the wholly futile route of begging or negotiation. The creature before them didn’t care one bit about their well-being and they had nothing more to offer him; he owned their entire existence. So she knew perfectly well that mercy was not coming their way.

Vivienne swallowed thickly… and followed a heartbeat later, head pressing back down next to her sister’s without a word.

Off to the side, Serika and Feng exchanged a glance, both wide-eyed.

Serika’s usual confident gaze faltered. Even after everything… after traveling with Quinlan for months… after witnessing him tear through entire armies and behead a god… this was new.

This wasn’t the Quinlan from Zhenwu. Or Quinlan the battle maniac.

This was Quinlan, the Primordial Subjugator.

The Devil.

The Primordial Villain, back in full force.

Feng gulped hard. Her fists tightened at her sides. ’Holy… fuck…’

“Enough. Stand.” Quinlan’s voice rumbled.

Both women scrambled upright instantly, heads bowed, hands trembling, postures perfect. The image of pure obedience.

But for just a moment, their gazes lifted to observe who else was present. A big mistake.

Because, waiting for them, like predators at the watering hole, were two very specific smiles.

“Hey, sunshine~ Ronan and I missed you greatly~” Blackjack waved at Vivienne, his sharp teeth on full display, grin stretching wider than sanity allowed. “Looks like someone needs a little correction. If you need help breaking this brat’s attitude, boss… I’m always free. You know how much I love community service.”

Vivienne’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. She would’ve instantly fainted, but somehow, for a reason she couldn’t quite understand, her body remained standing upright.

At the same time, Amara’s landed on ’her.’

Selene.

The pyromancer stood elegantly, crimson hair cascading down her back like flowing fire. Her smile wasn’t wide like Blackjack’s. It was soft. Gentle. But her eyes burned with unmistakable cruelty.

“Hello again, Miss Amara…” she greeted sweetly. “It’s been so long. Three whole months, where I didn’t have my stress reliever at hand… I look forward to resuming… where we left off. You haven’t forgotten how it works, right?”

Amara went pale. She stiffened like a statue. Her throat clicked, but no words came.

An existential shiver rattled down her spine.

Not her.

Anyone but her.

Quinlan didn’t bother to spare them further words. His fingers flicked through a simple motion in the air. A new portal flared open as the old one closed.

“Back to your chambers. Wait for further instructions.”

The command was absolute. Unquestionable.

The twins didn’t even try to protest. They stepped through the portal like condemned prisoners walking toward the gallows.

The portal snapped shut behind them.

Quinlan exhaled softly, his elemental eyes glowing. “…Now then,” his gaze sharpened toward the direction the fortress stood, a few miles from their current location. “let’s get to work. Here’s how we play this.”

He turned, eyes locking onto his second-in-command. “Ayame.”

The samurai stepped forward without hesitation, one hand resting on the hilt of her katana.

“As discussed, you’ll lead the main force.” His gaze swept over the Ascendants. His girls, Selene, Blackjack, Cedric, Abudha, Kaelira, and her team—each standing sharp, weapons ready, waiting for blood and chaos. “Cause enough noise. Controlled chaos. But remember: this is not a siege. We’re not here to win a war or take heads. Keep the enemy occupied, keep them guessing, but avoid overcommitting. We’re ghosts the moment the objective’s secured.”

Then his gaze shifted to the forms of three women. “Kitsara. Feng. Blossom. Let’s roll.”

The three instantly broke formation. Blossom zipped over space to swiftly appear next to him, her lush blonde tail wagging with extraordinary speed from the sheer excitement of getting to go on a big mission together with her Master after all this time. Of course, her face was serious, fit for the occasion. But alas, her tail had betrayed the dog girl.

Kitsara grinned, happy at the opportunity to use her illusion magic to its fullest. Infiltration and deception were where she truly shined, not on the open battlefield. She adjusted her gloves as she walked toward him with measured steps that saw her hips sway sensually alongside her three tails.

Feng jogged to his side while adjusting her blade, Zhang’s Overcompensation, as an eager but nervous light emerged in her eyes. She trained a bit with Iris and Lyra while the harem’s multiple-day-long hedonistic orgy lasted, but trying her class out in action for the first time made her feel many emotions.

That being said…

Despite the visible excitement in the girls… the subtle bounce in Blossom’s step, the predatory grin on Kitsara’s lips, and the nervous but burning determination in Feng’s eyes… none of them, none, were as exhilarated as the man leading them.

It had been months. Months spent in the cultivation world of Zhenwu, mastering martial arts, enduring torturous training sessions, and even beheading a god in the finale.

But this…

This was different.

This was home.

This was his world.

It was time to remind them. The Primordial Villain’s origin world… was his for the taking. No one else’s.

Quinlan’s soul thrummed with dark joy. His core pulsed with the surge of the primordial. Power rolled beneath his skin akin to caged thunder, hungry.

With his beloved women at his side…

With his Ascendants wreaking chaos in the distance…

With the perfect hunt laid before him…

He was back.

He glanced sideways. Ayame met his gaze instantly, her lips curling into a sharp, knowing grin. She knew that look. She knew her man. The sheer exhilaration radiating off him wasn’t just palpable; it was intoxicating.

She gave a single nod, full of pride, full of anticipation. “Go get ’em,” her eyes seemed to say.

Quinlan turned, cloak whipping behind him, striding deeper into the shadows. His three trickster huntresses fell into step without a word, their silhouettes melting into the moonlit forest.

The Devil had come.

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